There were just two of them. And the dragon. In a small distance from them Kilgharrah was waiting.

"I hope that you don't go." Arthur whispered. Merlin didn't look him, he looked the Camelot what shine middle of the snow. It all seemed like a distant nightmare here, middle of the all whiteness.

"You know that I have to."

"But it wasn't your fault." Arthur tried.

"No, it was very much my fault. And I have responsibilities. This is one of them." Merlin sighed heavily. He didn't want to go but things had gone from bad to worse. Now he just had to make sure that the case should be closed permanently.

"But you come back." It sounded awfully lot of asking and finally Merlin looked his friend and grinned.

"Of course. If I'm gone too long you are going to get yourself killed."

They looked each other for a moment. Finally Arthur awkwardly hugged Merlin.

"Be careful."

"You too. Okay, ready now Kilgharrah?" Merlin started to walk toward the dragon.

"When ever you are, young one." Kilgharrah stood up and stretched. Arthur watched how Merlin skillfully got up to dragon's back. Soon they were far in the sky, flying toward north.

"Idiot." Arthur murmured.

Clot pole.

Arthur smiled.

And that's it. Because I didn't got any reviews in my latest chapters and so, and I didn't know what you maybe wanted, I end it here, sorry folks. I try to find someone to beta this and let you know then. Bye. And thanks.