A thousand years ago Merlin was tricked and buried beneath rock and spell. With him the most powerful book of magic ever known, Gobbledygook.
In the fetid darkness he opened an eye, and madness was awoken once more. With skeletal fingers he brushed the cobwebs from his beard and sniffed the thousand year old air of the cave which was his tomb.
'They come,' he announced in a whisper so light that the spider on his lips just heard it. 'The bloodline returns to the mountain range.'
In reply he heard her voice, the scaly rasp of dragon tongue. 'Which does not mean freedom for you nor I.'
'But it does,' he told her. 'I have seen the moment of release, Idwell and Gareth, both will see to it that you and I are crowned again.'
'To do their bidding,' the dragon said with scorn.
'I've only ever served one master,' Merlin said and closed again his eye. 'They'll discover that soon enough.'