A/N: So yeah, I wrote this for 4x04 so I'm a bit late But I've been writing other stuff, so this oneshot took a while to finish.
Merlin ran. Faster than he thought he could, his cloak billowing after him as he struggled to keep the hood up. Cradled against his chest was the tiny white dragon, Aithusa. The dragon had become familiar with Merlin, come to recognise him as family. Merlin could feel Aithusa's confusion as he ran through the forest. He could sense the arrows fly towards his back, stopping in mid-flight with a flash of gold. His feet barely pausing as he stomped through the puddles of mud accumulated from the recent rain. Horse hooves raced behind him. Merlin knew he couldn't out run them he just needed to get far enough away to call Kilgharrah. But the soldiers and the king were too close on his tail. The chase came to an end as Merlin made a wrong turn in the dark and found himself staring down over a moss infested ledge.