Prologue

"Morgana, please! I need to go find him!"

"You can't wander out of our realm, Rex. What does Merlin have to say about this?"

"…I haven't told him yet."

"Rexanne!"

"I wanted it to be a surprise!"

"You wanted what to be a surprise?"

The argument that Morgana and I were having was cut short as Merlin walked into my room with Gaius, Mordred, and Leon. It was Gaius who spoke, as he gazed at me with a raised eyebrow. I gave an annoyed huff, but began explaining anyways.

"I was out flying this morning, just stretching my wings, when I had the urge to go to the crystal cave. And you know that my instincts and intuition are hardly ever wrong. When I got to the main cave, father's ghost was there."

"Balinor? He's back?"

"Yeah, and he told me why we haven't heard from him in a while. Apparently, he and mum were given another chance at life. To settle down and raise a family."

"So we might have more siblings?" Merlin asked, catching on quickly. I nodded.

"We have a younger brother. Dad wasn't able to give me a name, but he told me where he lived. And I want to go out and look for him, but Morgana won't let me," I finished explaining.

"I know how eager you are, Rexanne, but you do know that there is a war going on," Gaius pointed out. "We are not to interfere with major events, and this being the Second World War, we are absolutely not allowed to intervene."

"Yes, I know," I sighed, exasperated, "but Gaius, if our younger brother is anything like us," I gestured to myself and Merlin, "then you would know that he is not just going to sit back and let things happen. He's going to want to participate, and he might get himself killed before the war ends, and then we wouldn't be able to meet him."

"She's got a point," Merlin said.

"Yeah, you and Rexie are the biggest interferers," Leon said laughingly, patting Merlin on the back a little too harshly, causing the Sorcerer to flinch.

"Alright, you may go," Gaius said, and I started to cheer. "On one condition."

"What is it?"

"You take someone other than myself or Merlin along."

"I'll go," Mordred volunteered immediately. "I'm getting bored here anyways."

"And you think that the rest of us aren't?" Leon asked jokingly. Mordred rolled his eyes.

"Get packed then, Mordred, we'll leave at dawn," I said, "I'll be flying, of course."

"Remember, Rex; do not interfere too much," Morgana warned, knowing she lost the fight. I nodded at her.

"I'll try not to," I tried to reassure her, "but if our brother wants to fight, then I'll fight alongside him. But not as a dragon. I'll promise you that."

Far away, a young man sighed. His eyes skimmed through the letter that his mother had left for him after she had passed. He could not believe its contents, but it was his mother's handwriting:

My Dearest Child,

I deeply apologize that I am not able to tell you this in person, but you are not an only child.

Your father and I lived many years ago, during the reign of the Pendragons. I met your father when he went into hiding for being born with magic. Not long after we met, he had to flee again, and I found that I was with child. When your brother was born, I found an infant girl, and raised her alongside your brother.

When they were old enough, I sent them to an old friend of mine for safety. They grew up to become powerful sorcerers, and helped Arthur Pendragon with his reign over Camelot.

Both your brother and your sister are still alive to this day. Your father communicated with them, and they should be searching for you at this moment. They won't know what you look like, nor will you know, but I assure you, you will know when you see them.

I apologize once again, my son.

Your Loving Mother,

Hunith

How could she and his father kept such a big secret from him all these years? He had to elder siblings. In fact, if it what she wrote were true, they'd be over 600 years old. How was that even possible? And the fact that they had magic? Magic didn't exist.

His hand went up subconsciously to rub at the strange marking on his neck. It had been there since he was born. It was a mark that ran in the family, that's what his parents told him. They both had it as well, which proved their point.

He hadn't told anyone yet. How could he? He could hardly believe the letter himself, so what would others think? Especially his best friend? He would have to wait until his brother or his sister found him. Or both. But how long would that take?