Here is a new Merlin fiction for you all to read. I promise I won't delete this one, as it is part of a Christmas gift for Alaia Skyhawk. I hope you enjoy this Alaia Skyhawk! I actually had a lot of fun writing this opening chapter. Just a heads up, if you ever see a book on Amazon called 'Dragon Blessed – The Crystal of Ceridwen' with some of the same lore involving dragons and griffons, I wrote that.
Standard disclaimers apply. I don't claim ownership of the television show Merlin or any of the characters. That honour belongs to the BBC. I am just using the characters for a fan created fiction of my own devising.
Summary: Alternate Universe. Within the depths of Cenred's kingdom, Balinor dwells alone. The years of solitude have left him bitter at heart, his emotions locked behind mental barriers. His enforced exile is interrupted when a young man accompanied by a noble arrive seeking assistance. What the reluctant Dragonlord learns, will alter the path of his life and fate. Reveal fic.
Legacy of a Dragonlord
Act 1: A Man in a Cave part 1
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Rain hissed down from the storm cloud covered sky, blanketing everything within a shroud. A miniscule stream, the rapidly flowing waters chattered musically over river stones. As the rain continued to fall in luminous swathes, the stream expanded in size and encroached upon the natural boundary, then tumbled over, swollen by the heavy torrent.
The waters flowed, pushing aside rocks, limbs wrenched from trees by ferocious winds. Even animals of the forest were unable to escape. Caught within the grip of the turbulent rivulet, large fragments of rock collected, pulled along towards the jagged entrance of a cave obscured by the wild rainfall. From out of the gloom a voice spoke, masculine in nature.
The mass of stone disintegrated, the ashy remnants dispersed by the winds and erased by the rain. Within the opening a man stood, blue eyes affixed to the sight of the violent storm. He sat down upon a mossy boulder, propped a hunter's bow and quiver of arrows against the rough cavern wall. Long black hair streaked with grey, framed a weatherworn face. The passage of years showed clearly on the tanned skin. His apparel crafted from dark leather accentuated a tall, sturdy frame.
For more than fifteen years he dwelled alone, ignored by the denizens of the nearby town. He preferred it this way. Contact with others only reminded him of what he lost, the life he once possessed. He preferred it this way. The solitude eased the pain that plagued him, but only briefly. When he rested within the depths of the murky, dank cave he now regarded as home, faces long dead intruded upon his dreams.
Pain, suffering and death caused by one man. Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot. The bane of those who followed the paths of the Old Religion. Because of this defiler, his life held no semblance of normalcy. His memories were all he had, all he could cling too. The recollections of the woman he loved were the only thing that kept him sane.
Hunith. The name of the woman he loved, one who he still held deep feelings for intruded upon his thoughts. A familiar pain emerged as he recalled her features. Despite the passing of time, he could still recall with perfect clarity every detail of the last time he saw her. The last time his life held any meaning for him. Since then the days of now beleaguered life blurred into one another.
He cursed and hated the name of Uther Pendragon.
Does anyone know where on the Internet I can find decent scripts for Merlin please? It would enable me to write this fanfiction a lot faster! Thanks in advance! Review if you enjoyed this. Since the chapter is quite long, I have split the upload into three parts. I know this one is relatively short, but I wanted to see what you all thought of it.