The Great Dragon reaked havock on Camelot. Fire, destruction, and death flying from the skies.
A part of Arthur, that sounded suspiciously like Morgana, figured it a kind of justice. For what Camelot had done to his kind.
He missed her dearly, but was glad she wasn't here to witness this carnage.
When Arthur learned of where the dragon had been, chained below Camelot, traped for over two decades, Arthur's heart stopped.
He couldn't hear his father's raving past the rushing in his ears. Cries of betrayal, how someone had freed it. Enemies of Camelot within, sewing the seeds of their destruction. How the hunt for this fiend would begin as soon as the dragon was killed.
There was only one person in Camelot foolish enough to free a dragon.
Only one person with a big enough heart and small enough brain.
Only one person nosey enough to have found the bloody dragon in the first place.
Someone who stood up for unicorns and druid boys.
Someone whose expression as the dragon attacked was nothing short of crushed. Perhaps betrayal, Arthur thinks now.
Merlin.....what on earth have you gotten us into this time.