A/N Hello everyone , I decided to write this story hoping it would help get over writer's block for my other one. Its a modern one , based loosely around another TV show i like called Arrow . But it's not a copy of that as I've only used some basic parts of it . Not sure how much ill be updating this , depends on if its liked or not. Its a modern day story with a twist , it also ties in with the show as well but more will be revealed .

I hope you like it , i also don't have a Beta so mistakes are my own

disclaimer

I Dont own Merlin , the BBC does im just playing with their characters

The Dragon

Chapter one

"Our Estimated time of landing is 0800 hours, and current time reads at 0600 hours ... The weather looks clear, looking at a nice and smooth landing at Camelot airport".

Merlin smiled when he heard the pilot's voice echo through the plane. He wasn't the best of flyers, not to mention he had been on this plane for near on six hours and he couldn't wait to be back on home soil. So hearing the pilot say they where looking at a nice and safe landing helped his nerves.

The only thing that brought comfort to him , was the fact the plane was his own private jet, or at least his father's anyway. Meaning it meant he was alone, not accompanied by any other nervous flyers, or bumps and noises from passengers on the plane, so he could just close his eyes and hope sleep would take him until he touched back home.

You see, at the age of twenty, Merlin Ambrosius was a Billionaire or at least his father Balinor Ambrosius was. His father Balinor was a multi Billionaire in fact, he was so rich he had given a Billion to Merlin as a trust fund to do what he pleased with it, wanting his only son and heir to never go without. Balinor also hoped his son would take over from him when he retired, as the CEO of Ambrosius incorporated, a highly successful research facility for high-end technology. It was why Merlin was on this plane, he had been asked by his father to watch over some business dealings in America, to get a feel for what it was like.

Merlin sighed, rubbing his hand through his thick black hair as he did. He knew deep down being a businessman in a suit wasn't him , he didn't even fit into the mold of a normal Billionaires son , unlike a few of his friends who were in his position , he didn't like to go out partying or sleeping with an endless string of girls , buying flash cars and over prices items . Merlin's real passion was art, drawing and painting was what he liked to do, he could never bring himself to let his father down though, but as he looked down at himself in his well-tailored suit, he couldn't help but think it felt so wrong. Although many things felt wrong to Merlin, he had always felt that way, like he didn't belong in most places not just a boardroom , like the world itself wasn't right that something was missing but he could never put his finger on it.

Merlin was brought out of his thoughts, when the air hostess hired for this flight interrupted him.

"There's a call for you on the private line Mr Ambrosius"

"Thank you" Merlin replied looking up at the blonde haired flight attendant, giving her a smile as he did. He then got to his feet walking through the aisle of the plane into the backroom where some of the other hired help where. He was then passed the phone connected to the wall by a different flight attendant, who he smiled at in return. Placing the phone to his ear, Merlin spoke.

"Hello this is Merlin"

"Merlin, I went all the way to your house today only to find out your in America on business?" An annoyed voice came down the phone, a voice Merlin recognized instantly, the voice of his best friend Arthur Pendragon or as he affectionately called the clot pole.

" I did tell you prat" Merlin said chuckling at his friend " You were drunk at the time I think , or just your normal slow self and you must have forgot"

Merlin smiled as he didn't hear anything in reply for a few moments, obvious his friend was trying to use the small brain of his to work out if he was being lied to or not .

A lot of people never understood how he and Arthur had ever become friends. Arthur Pendragon like Merlin was also a billionaire but unlike Merlin he was into the playboy lifestyle or so people thought. Merlin knew better though, his friend had only turned to the drinking and the woman, the moment the woman he was secretly in love with, Guinevere Leodegrance another good friend of Merlin's, had found someone else before he could pluck up the courage to ask her out, it made matters worse the person she found was a good friend of theirs, Lancelot wellington or as they called him Lance for short.

He had known the Pendragon family since he was around eight, and he and Arthur had just clicked. His father Uther Pendragon , a man who had most of the biggest players from the five countries of the united kingdom under his thumb, a man who Merlin would never admit to Arthur always made him feel nervous was a friend of his father , and through that connection they had met . In a strange weird way, it had always felt like it was meant to happen.

"Mmmmmm I'm not sure you did Merlin" Arthur finally replied "We all know how your imagination works, like the time you said my clothes where looking tighter around my middle …..Absolute ludicrous of course"

"Yes of course….Ludicrous" Merlin teased, laughing when he heard the annoyed grunt from the other end of the phone. After their normal teasing banter, they spoke about what they had been doing before Merlin heard Arthurs father calling for him on the other side of the phone.

"Got to go Merlin, father needs me" Arthur said with a sigh "oh by the way someone will be waiting for you at the airport"

And with that Arthur put the phone down, his last comment making Merlin smile, he knew exactly who would be waiting for him at the airport, his girlfriend and love of his life Morgana Pendragon, Arthur's sister.

Placing the phone back on the wall, Merlin then walked back into the seating area, sitting down on one of the luxury seats he then pulled his smart phone from his pocket , tapping different parts of his screen until he reached his gallery , he then headed for the album named Morgana.

Scrolling through the different pictures of himself and Morgana made Merlin smile, like he and Arthur, they had known each other since he was eight, although she was nine at the time. She was his first everything, first kiss, first date, first time sexually, and he hoped she would also be the last. They had been together since he was thirteen and she was fourteen, something he didn't understand as she was incredibly beautiful and had many people vying for her affection but she for some reason chose him. She was also a an inspiration for Merlin, while she was Uther's daughter she was expected to follow him like Arthur into the business world but instead she defied her father , choosing to teach English at a school instead , something Uther did not react well to.

When he finished scrolling through all the pictures, he placed his phone back in his pocket before leaning his head against the headrest of his seat, closing his eyes as he did hoping sleep would take him until the plane was finally ready to land . The only thought in his head was that one day he would ask Morgana to marry him, and he would make sure that one day was soon. With a smile on his face, sleep eventually came.

Twenty minutes later…..

Merlin's eyes shot open suddenly as he felt someone shake at his shoulder, blinking his eye's trying to regain complete consciousness , he looked up to see the blonde air hostess staring down at him .

"I'm sorry to wake you Mr Ambrosius, but could you please put your belt on. A flash storm has erupted and it's just for safety measures"

"But the pilot said it was clear skies until we land" Merlin questioned, worry starting to seep in as he fumbled to click his belt into place.

"I know sir, but sometimes the weather doesn't keep to the script. The belt's only a minor precaution encase we hit any turbulence" the hostess replied with another smile, although Merlin was sure it was a fake one to keep her employer happy.

As he watched the hostess walk off, Merlin couldn't help but grip the arm rests of the seat.

"God I hate flying" he muttered to himself, as he did the plane started to rumble hitting a pocket of turbulence the storm was causing. Unable to help himself, Merlin slid the window shutter next to him up, peering outside into the sky as he did. What he saw though was like nothing he had ever seen, the clouds around the plane where slowly turning from grey to a dark shade of red, it was then he saw sparks of lighting rupturing out of the clouds, but unlike normal lightening it was red in colour.

His heart beating out of his chest, Merlin shut the window shutter before closing his eyes tight.

That wasn't real, that wasn't real, that wasn't real, I'm still sleeping and this is all a dream Merlin kept repeating to himself.

Everything went dead silent for a few moments as Merlin kept trying to calm himself down, until out of nowhere a roar was heard, or at least it sounded like a roar to him and a bolt of lightning struck the side of the plane ripping through the front half of plane , tearing it in to two pieces.

Merlin's eyes opened as the front half of plane, was tore from the back half he was sitting in. As his half started to plummet into the red blood soaked clouds, he shut his eyes once more waiting for the inevitable end to his life, wishing he could of seen Morgana and his friends one more time...it was only a few seconds later that everything went black and Merlin lost consciousness.

An unknown amount of time later…

Merlin's eyes shot open once more, his breathing erratic as he gasped for breath. Sitting up in shock he grabbed at his torso realizing he was unharmed. Looking around at his surrounding's he realized he was sitting in the middle of a forest, the large trees towering over him.

What the hell's going on, one minute I'm about to plummet to my death and the next I'm in a strange forest? Merlin thought to himself as he struggled to get to his feet, when he was standing he quickly rummaged through his trouser pockets pulling out his smart phone. Checking the screen, he saw there was no signal, so he placed the phone back into his pocket.

Maybe I'm dead? And this is some sort of afterlife Merlin thought, swallowing nervously as he took in the dark forest he was in once more.

Merlin shivered when a cold wind blew through the forest, what made it worse was as the wind blew he was sure it was talking to him , he was sure the wind was whispering

" Merlin"

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