With all kinds of stories like Doctor Who, Merlin, Harry Potter, the Avengers, Supernatural, and many many more, it's a lot to try and fit here, but I'll try.

Since this story is constantly growing and changing, please refer to the Google Doc:

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If not, I'll kick it off right here.

Both her parents were travelers. Her father was running from the king, and as for her mother, she never knew. All that she knew of her mother was this:

Her father met her mother while they were traveling, each for their various reasons, and had a child. She took care of the child for several months after birth; each day writing in the journal that the baby's father had given her. The two had separated only months before the child, named Sarana Margaret, was born on June 2nd, 512. However, the child soon became increasingly difficult. She displayed powers the likes of which her mother had never witnessed. When she next saw Margaret's father with the child she had borne, she explained that the girl had something like magic, which was outlawed in the kingdom at the time, being 512 AD; the sentence for using magic was treason, resulting in the penalty of death after the Great Purge. The man told her that he indeed had the ability to perform magic and that he was also the last of his kind, his kind being a certain type of magician called Dragon Lords. The woman handed the baby to her father, saying she could not raise a child of that nature, that the baby would be better off living with her own people, and then left, never to be seen by the man, or any other person, again. Until a long time later; but we'll get to that, no worries.

Thus began the journey of the young girl. Her father still wrote in the diary every day, to make sure that no day of the child's life would be forgotten. He also re-named the child Veronica. It was a very long name, all in all, so she never went by Veronica Sarana Margaret, but she did use little nicknames of it, as did she tell everyone else to do so. Some of these included Maggie, Madge, Nick, Nicky, Maggs, Sarana (though that one was quite a bit less common), and Sarah. Since her life had been filling up the pages of that little diary, her father put a charm on it that would make absolutely certain that as long as it is continuing to be written in, the pages will never run out. The girl, to this day, still keeps the dairy very close. Her father taught her the most basic spells that would help her growing up, and how to use the weapons of the time, for he was running from the king (as I said before), and said she would be much safer if she would hide her magic at all possible times, and most importantly, not be caught as his daughter. This is the reason that at five years old Veronica went on her way, learning the trade as her father had, and fending for herself. She raised herself around the wildlife of the forest, and learned many fighting and survival skills during her time in hiding.

Only a few days after her father left her on her own, Veronica came to a little clearing in the woods, and found a beehive in the hollow of a tree. Seeing honey drip from the lip of the hole made her very hungry, so she checked to see if there were any bees around. There were none, so she walked up with her hand outstretched. She poked her little finger into the golden-sweet wine, and put it to her lips. It was the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted. Sure, she'd had honey with her father before, but that was nearly a year ago, and she had been so young she couldn't appreciate it. Now, in the heat of the moment, she dunked her whole hand into the little tree hollow.

But when she pulled it out, nearly letting it touch her mouth, she looked down to find a dozen bees on her hand and arm! She shook her arm, trying to get them off, but they just stung her. She ran, but one after another, they stung her and died, leaving her with many scrapes, scratches, and stings. Suddenly, she starts to get a numbing sensation all over her body. The young girl gets dizzy, her vision blurs, and her throat tightens. She hears a stream running to her left, and turns that way, but falls over. She crawls toward the sound, crying, the world around her spinning, feeling like she's about to die. But water means life, so to the water she must go. When her hand touches the cold brook, she brings it up to her mouth to drink. After a few handfuls, though, she passes out from exhaustion.

When Veronica awakes, she's still next to the river. She's too weak to stand, or barely even move, but she still manages to pull herself closer to the river. She takes another drink. "Help," the girl squeeks, barely audible. "Help." No one can hear her. The world goes black again.

The next time she opens her eyes, she's slipping into the creek. Her body is halfway into the water. Adrenaline kicks in, and she rolls over until she's a safe distance from the stream. By her hand, Veronica spies a fallen berry. A little way to the right, a bush stands, filled with the fruit. "Help," she calls, a bit louder than the last time. But still, no one comes. She reaches out, needing to scoot, and takes a berry from the bush. It looks like something her father had given her before when she had hurt herself. He said it had healing properties. She pops it in her mouth and chews, letting the juices roll across her tongue. She continues to eat, crying "help" as she does. But no one is around. No one can hear. No help is coming. She feels better, but the world still goes dark again.

She wakes up still laying next to the bush. Now she's very hungry. She eats more berries, then crawls over to the stream once again. She thinks of calling for help one more time, but realises something just before she does. No one has come yet. No one is around to hear her. She has to save herself, because she is completely and utterly alone. This is what her father warned her about. This is why he taught her the things he did. Because she can not rely on anyone else. No one else is going to look after her, be her hero. She just has to suck it up and keep going, save herself, because no one else will. No help is coming, and it never will be.

This epiphany pushes her mind into survival mode. She takes in her surroundings. River. Bush. Trees on all sides. The sky is light, the light of the morning. There are red bumps all over her body where the stings are, and her legs itch, like bugs have been at her for hours. She must have slept through the night. Veronica scratches her legs, picking them until they bleed. They hurt, they hurt so much, and she reached out to touch the river, to wash the blood off her hands.

Then, she sees a deer. And not just any deer, but a lonely buck, drinking just upstream from her. She pulls her trusty knife from the inside pocket of her jacket, and forces herself to her feet. Circling around to it's blind spot, the girl crouches into her attack position, and slowly creeps toward the creature. Just as she lunges, the world around her spins, and she slips. She catches the buck's leg, but it's only wounded, and limps away, blood running. Her head hits the ground hard, and she passes out again.

She awakes, rugged and sore, to see a young boy staring down at her. He has black hair, grey-blue eyes, and is no more than a year younger than herself.

"Papa!" he shouts over his shoulder, presumably to his father. "She's awake!"

The man walks over with a comforting smile on his face. When he reaches her, he kneels down and says, "Hello, dear. My name is Cerdan. Are you alright?" He smells like wood smoke.

"How did you find me?" She asked, bewildered. She was so sure no help would come...

"The blood from the buck, after we healed it, we followed it back to you. Now, are you alright?"

"Y-yes," the young girl croaks out, taking account of herself. In fact, she's not only alright, but all of her wounds are gone. Her scratches, her tight throat, the bee stings, the bumps, the bug bites, everything. "Thank you. Are you the ones that saved me?"

The man smiled modestly, looking down at the ground. "Well, we didn't save you, really, but we did help you. You gave us quite a scare for a little bit there."

"Was it magic?" she asked. When the man and his son exchanged a look, she added, "I was dying. Now I'm better. You healed me with something, and it was magic, wasn't it."

"Let's not talk about that," Cerdan said.

"What's your name?" the boy asked.

"Ver-" she paused. Her father called her Veronica. No one else was allowed to call her Veronica. "Margaret. My name is Margaret."

The man smiled, liking the progress, and letting his son introduce himself. "I'm Mordred," the boy said. "This is my papa."

"Where did you come from, Margaret?" the man asked.

She paused, before deciding to tell them the truth. "I lived with my father in the woods, but now he's gone away because he doesn't want us to be seen together."

"And leave you alone at such a young age? Why wouldn't he want you to be together?" Cerden said, looking to his own child, unable to fathom how a father could abandon his kin.

"...We're different," she said. "Promise you won't tell."

"We promise," Mordred responded, leaning in. "Tell us."

Maggie leaned in, whispered, "We're magic. My papa and I talk to dragons. He's a Dragon King. Or something like that."

"You mean a Dragonlord?" Mordred's father asked.

"Yes! That!"

The man was shocked. He'd heard there was a dragonlord still out there somewhere, but this girl... she was living proof. "When did you last see your father?" he asked.

"I don't know. A few days ago. But I don't know where he is anymore, and he's not coming back for me..." the girl's voice trailed off as she started to cry.

"That's okay," he said quickly. "You can stay with us until we can get you to a good home."

"I can?" she asked, wiping the tears off her face.

"Yes. Yes you can."

And she did. Maggie stayed with Mordred and his father for the rest of the day, but once the sun started to fall towards the horizon, they joined with the group they were travelling with. Turns out, Mordred and his father are magicians called Druids. They took Maggie in, giving her a home and helping her hone in on her magic skills. however, at times she felt as though she didn't belong. The elder folk would whisper to each other and look at her, as if she didn't notice. She made good friends with the toddler, the boy Mordred, and he helped distract her from the gazes. They whispered things like "last Dragonlord" and "destiny". She didn't like the sound of it, but then again, she was only five years old.

She stayed with the Druids for several months, but they warned that it would not be good for her "destiny" if she stayed with them any longer. She had no idea what that meant, but she'd learned by then not to argue. So the next day at dawn, she packed up her few belongings, and headed into the forest, alone once again.

Wherever she went, there were people usually willing to hide her. If not, she could always go to the local tavern, share some stories with the local drunks, and bar fight for money. Sometimes, she'd even make some friends at the village. They'd call her any range between Maggs, Maggie, or Margaret, like I said before. But wherever she went, trouble followed. And she always, for one reason or another, had to run again. Leave, and never look back. In fact, she soon got quite good at leaving.

Seven years later, the girl decided to start making her way towards the city of Camelot, ruled by the strict king, Uther Pendragon. This was the man who sent her father into exile, who was hunting him, killing his people or anyone at all who was suspected of conspiring with those who practiced magic. But she headed there anyways.

Even as an almost-twelve-year-old, the girl had much experience in fighting. As soon as she reached the inside of the gates, the witch saw young men in chainmail practice-fighting each other.

Immediately she recognised them as nobles, and knew they were knights-in-training. From years in the woods, she had gained the knowledge of a fighting tactic that wolves used when trying to win a battle. First go for the biggest, or the leader, because either you lose and the competition can only get easier, or you win and the rest just saw you take out their best guy. Win-win as far as a wolf is concerned. So heading to the boys, Veronica decided it was high time she try out this master plan.

She walked right up to whom she presumed was the leader. The king's son, Arthur Pendragon. "Hello there," she said aloud. The boys turned to look at the raggéd young lady standing before them. About eight or ten years younger than themselves, she seemed. Ultimately what went on after that is lost, since none would speak of it after, but all that is remembered is a near shouting match between the girl and the prince (or more like the young lady seemed patient as the boy grew irritated), and then the breath of all who watched were stolen as the girl threw her glove onto the ground in front of him.

"I will not fight a ten-year-old girl," he said, exasperated. This was the first sentence of the new round of bickering.

"First, I've been twelve for a whole month." The prince rolled his eyes. "But even so, you shouldn't be such a baby. I think at your status you should be able to beat an eleven-year-old," she replied, to which the bystanders laughed. Of course Arthur could beat an twelve-year-old. "Or at least, you... should... be able to beat an twelve-year-old," she added. The young prince took heavy offence to this humiliation in front of his people and peers, and in less than a minute, she got him to pick up the glove. The fight had begun.

And in the end, she got him landed on his butt with a slide right under him sweeping him onto his back. Seeing that the whole of the town seemed to be watching, and the girl never wanting to gain attention, she realized that she must lose. She gestured with her eyes that he should sweep her under her knees, as to officially win the fight. And he surprisingly caught the look, as dimwitted as he seemed. Disarmed and flat on the ground, she had lost. But only between the two of them was it understood who really won.

But it was not over yet. The king wanted to see face-to-face who exactly attempted to fight his son. So Veronica Margaret was brought before the Royal Court and questioned. She explained that she came upon Camelot as a poor traveler, as she could not be raised by her father. When the king asked why her father had run away, she said because he owed a great debt to the king. He could not pay, so in order to return to the castle he would make money in the outer reaches of the kingdom and return to pay the debt when he had enough. Until then she could not be seen with him, so she had left to find a job of her own and make a living. Upon hearing Maggie's sad story, the lady Morgana, the king's ward, took pity on her. And without consulting the king, blurted that she would be happy to give the poor young girl a job as her own personal handmaiden's assistant. Morgana had a handmaiden, Guinevere, and she said there was a possibility that Gwen could have some help tending to her needs, since she was the daughter of a blacksmith and had to help her father in the shop sometimes.

There begins Veronica's life in the kingdom of Camelot, helping Gwen tend to the lady Morgana, and very soon she will meet a someone that will change her life forever. His name is Merlin.

Only a bit less than a year after Margaret finds her new life, Merlin appears in Camelot, as an apprentice to the court physician, Gaius. This, as Merlin fans know, is where the show starts. The first episode happens, and there starts to be relatively distinct parallels between Maggie and Merlin's first experiences in Camelot. The fight with Arthur, the ending up as a an important person's servant, and if she had her own episode there would even be a wow-Camelot-looks-beautiful-from-my-window-at-night shot at the end of her first day. Honestly, they even look similar. But this is where the girl makes a real difference. Every second of her life is written in her diary, though the entirety of the diary will not be noted word for word here. That would just take way too long. Instead only the important pieces will be included.

Both Maggie and Merlin can talk to the Great Dragon, who has been locked up for 20 years underneath the kingdom. I'll tell you a bit about the relationship between the Kilgharrah and Veronica (he insisted on only calling her Veronica). She met the dragon because she was wandering the castle at night. It was early in her story, only a few weeks being in Camelot, so she still had many of her survival skills that she had needed on the run. One was staying awake, not getting tired, never letting your guard down. In those wild woods, all it takes is one second of letting your guard down, and you can lose everything.

Anyways, she was awake that night. She went down to the dungeon, because that was one of the only places in the castle she had seen very little of. She, like Merlin would do later, used magic to distract the guards. Then she snuck past, and the winding, twisted tunnels led her to a gigantic cave. That's when she met the Great Dragon.

Every week or so, she would go down and see the dragon, and they would talk. She would ask about the time before the Great Purge, he would ask about the times now, things like that. And every once in awhile he would ask if she could free him from the cave. She always said no.