Frozen Whispers

The snow crunched under Merlin's feet as he trudged through Camelot's sprawling fields, his breath forming little clouds in the icy air. He paused to brush the snowflakes from his messy hair, the cold stinging his fingers. Camelot stood tall behind him, its towering stone walls frosted like a sugar castle.

Wrapped tightly in his simple cloak, Merlin glanced around the white blanket covering the earth, his eyes caught by a peculiar mound. Curiosity led him closer. Slowly, he brushed away the snow, revealing something shiny and slick—with a gasp, he realized it was a huge egg, covered in glimmering frost.

"Arthur needs to see this!" he murmured, already imagining the prince's expression.

Quickly, Merlin hoisted the frozen egg into his arms, balancing its surprising weight with care. A flurry of thoughts filled his mind. Why was there a dragon egg here? And why now, when winter seemed more sinister than usual?

When Merlin burst into Arthur's quarters, his cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement, the prince raised an eyebrow.

"Merlin? What on earth—" Arthur started.

"Look," Merlin said, holding out the egg. "This might be causing the strange weather! We need to get to the bottom of this."

Arthur's eyes widened at the glistening egg, hinting at the adventure they both would soon embark on. The unknown awaited.

The Castle Whisperer

Arthur examined the glistening egg, his eyes full of wonder. "Merlin, we need to figure out why it's here," he said, his voice steady but curious.

Merlin nodded, feeling the chill creep up his spine. "We should ask King Uther," he replied. "If anyone knows about dragon eggs, it's him. Plus, it's getting colder, and the egg might be dangerous."

Arthur agreed, and they quickly decided to make their way to the king’s chamber. As they left, the castle’s hallways echoed with their hurried footsteps, each step crunching softly, like the snow outside.

The wind howled, sending flurries of icy crystals dancing around them as they trudged through the courtyard. It felt as though winter itself had woken up to greet their discovery. Merlin’s cloak fluttered behind him, as if it had a mind of its own.

"Do you think this egg caused the storm?" Arthur asked, shielding his eyes from the flurry.

"It's possible," Merlin admitted. "But until we ask Uther, we won’t know for sure."

With determination, they pressed on through the swirling snow towards the king, each step taking them closer to a revelation that could change everything.