AN: If I owned Merlin, there would be a series 6.

The cave was cold, but Merlin paid it no mind. His heart was too heavy to let such a thing bother him. Tears slid silently down his cheeks as he stroked the head of the great white dragon in front of him.

Aithusa was old. Older even than Kilgarrah had been. He was grateful she had even survived this long.
But now she too was going to leave him. Even she, the last of the great dragons, was not immortal like him. She had lived many years - Merlin had found her after the battle at Camlann, and slowly his magic had healed her. She got her voice back. She was no longer the cloudy color she had become after two years of no sunlight. She looked less worn, and after a few years in Merlin's care she truly looked the part of the powerful, beautiful creature of magic she was. She'd stood by Merlin when the last of the original Camelot he'd known had died.

And now, after fifteen centuries, it was her time. She was not cursed with eternal life as he was.

He sat with her until the last breath left his last link to his old home.

He was truly alone now.

So this was just another short little thing I thought up...There's not much of Aithusa love on this site.