Merthur One Shots

The Last Dragonlord

Ok so, for those who have read my other book, I know this doesn't really go with what I had in mind at first, but I'm just not the kind of person who can handle more wattpad accounts at the same time, so I have decided to write any kind of story I have in mind on this one. This way, there'll be place here for all kinds of people with different tastes.

Okay, enough with my blabber and let's get on with the story.

Hope you guys'll enjoy!

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Arthur's blade pierced through the poor clothing of the bandit that he's been fighting for the last minute. 5 more were coming running towards him. He only had a moment to glance back to check if Merlin was alright when he saw a bandit head for the boy, going for the kill. The blonde man's blood froze in his veins and he felt like all the power and energy had left his body. The only thing he was able to do was shout his friend's name out in despair.

Blood dripping from the edge of the sword as the sharp blade made it's way out of Balinor's body. The man had managed to kill the bandit before collapsing at Merlin's feet. Everything had happened so fast, that it took the boy a few seconds to snap out of it and to kneel in front of the man who had just saved his life by sacrificing his own.

Arthur wanted to rush to where the two were. There was no way he would let Balinor die. He was Camelot's last hope. One of the bandits swung his sword, aiming for the prince's head, but his blow had been easily stopped by Arthur. In a few short minutes, Arthur had rid of all the bandits and he rushed to where Merlin was. Even though Balinor might just be done for, he couldn't be happier that his servant was unharmed. Just the thought of losing him sent shivers down his spine and made his heart ache.

As he was getting closer to the two, he could faintly hear their conversation. He stopped in shock when Merlin's words left his mouth.

"Please, father! Hang on just for a while longer!"

"Father?!" Arthur thought in confusion.

"It's up to you now, Merlin. With me gone, you will be the last Dragonlord. It will be of your duty to make Kilgarrah listen."

"But- how am I supposed to do it?"

"You'll have to find it in yourself."

With each word spoken, the man's breath grew weaker.

"Merlin, I have seen enough of you to know... that you will make me proud."

Balinor's eyes closed slowly as a last breath left his weakened body.

Arthur, standing only a few meters away from the two, was unable to concentrate and listen to the rest of the conversation. The word father kept echoing in his mind.

Merlin, his best friend and the one person in the world he would put his entire trust in, was the son of the last Dragonlord. He was petrified, his head swarming with questions and disbelief.

At the sight of bitter tears streaming down Merlin's face, Arthur found himself putting aside all the thoughts and went to his side. His heart felt like breaking into million pieces as Merlin's loud sobs filled the air.

"Merlin."

His soft voice startled the raven haired boy who quickly wiped away his tears and stood up.

"He's dead", he spoke, choking back his tears. He turned around to face the prince, waiting for him to burst out and scream in frustration. But he didn't.

As important as Balinor was, Arthur couldn't help but feel relief, for the man he so adored was unharmed. Physically speaking, anyway.

"What are we going to do now?" Merlin asked, while trying to find the comfort and courage he needed in Arthur's deep blue eyes.