Hey Guys.

This is a story that I have wanted to get out for a very long time.

I hope you all enjoy.

This chapter and the next is background to the main story

The Dragonlord Dynasty

When the Triple Goddess made the dragons, she foresaw the destruction that would follow due to their greed.

At a time when small kingdoms ruled side by side, she knew the importance of making sure every kingdom had someone that was able to protect them.

But she didn't just want to give them the power over the dragons.

She wished for those select few to be kin with the dragons.

Each King was given the power.

12 Kings, 12 Kingdoms.

These powers would be passed down from father to son down the lines.

However the nature of which the son was conceived cause controversy among the people.

The power to control the dragon could only be passed down if the union was due to love.

Some were fortunate and their true love was of high status. Others had to fight years of tradition in order to marry a peasant.

Some families disowned their sons for marrying peasants while some accepted them in with open arms.

These people became known as Dragonlords due to their abilities and status.

This story follows the Eorðdraca family.

They were one of the first to disown their son due to his wife's lower status.

As they found themselves lost and hated, they made their way slowly south.

Since the 3rd Century, they have ruled Camelot.

Edmund (I of Camelot) had married into the family when he fell head over heels for the princess. He had explained who he was and they gladly accepted him in.

He was a fair and just king and the people loved him just as much as his father-in-law.

Coming forward a 100 years, Balinor II is in power and is waiting for his latest child to be born.

"Please sit down Balinor. This isn't going to help."

Balinor look at his oldest friend and advisor.

"I know, I know." He said, sighing.

"This is your sixth child." Aurelius said. "Cwen will be fine."

"I know but I cannot help but worry. I can do everything, whether it's creating a small thing like a flower or controlling a dragon. But I always feel so helpless when she is in there."

"Don't you think everyone does."

Balinor smiled before dropping into the seat next to him.

"I mean I remember when Monia told me that she wasn't going to have any more children after the forth one."

Balinor started to chuckle.

"But you did. I remember her face when she was told that she was going to have a fifth."

Aurelius couldn't help but smile.

"Uther will be like the rest of his brothers. Strong and hopefully loyal to Camelot, you and Regan, if the goddess is kind."

A servant ran up the corridor causing both men to stand up.

"Congratulations milord. Another healthy son."

Balinor brought Aurelius into a hug.

"Thank the stars." He whispered.

"The queen will see you when you are ready." The servant said before running back to the room.

"Go on, go and see him."

Balinor let go of his friend before copying the servant in running down the hall.

He stood outside of the door for a few moments to straighten his clothes and control his breathing.

He knocked firmly before entering.

It never ceased to amaze him about how beautiful his wife and queen looked, even after giving birth.

"Are you going to stand there all night gawking or are you going to meet him?"

Balinor opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

Cwen patted the spot beside her.

He concentrated on the floor as he walked to the bed, not wanting to trip over his feet as he did when Regan was born.

He gently sat down on the bed and looked at the bundle of cloths in her arms.

"He is beautiful."

"Here." She said, offering the new born to him. "Hold him."

Balinor carefully took the babe from her and stood up to walk around, bouncing him at the same time.

"Welcome to the Eorðdraca clan. We are a bit mismatched but I am sure you will fit right in. Hopefully you will inherit more from your mother than me. You see I am extremely clumsy and grey. Went grey at 21. Your mother … well your mother is kind and doesn't look a day older than the day I met her."

Cwen couldn't help but smile as she leaned back against the headboard.

"Deagal will love you. Mainly because he won't get picked on for being the youngest any more. Your other siblings will look forward to seeing you as well." Balinor continued.

"We need a name." He said looking towards his wife.

"Well you did tell your father that you would name one of your sons Balinor." She reminded him. "And as this one is defiantly the last one, you might as well keep it."

Balinor chuckled. "So I did."

Days of celebrations followed and Balinor only just found the time to break the news to the dragons.

"Killgharrah, brother, I have exciting news."

"For you to come all this way, I had hoped it was exciting. Please do tell brother." The dragon said, as he watched the king finish climbing the mountain.

"Cwen bore me another son. We have named him Balinor."

Killgharrah gave him something that resembled a smile.

"That is good news."

"It's brilliant news." Balinor couldn't help but smile.

"I guess you wish to do what you did for your other children."

"Of course."

Killgharrah watched as Balinor walked over to where the dragon eggs were.

As a Dragonlord family, Balinor had always wanted to keep the tradition that a new dragon should be brought into the world when a new dragonlord is.

He closed his eyes.

"Proditione."

He knew only one egg would hatch but he was surprised by the name and which one.

One in the very middle of the collection started to crack and fall away.

The dragon shook away the egg to reveal itself. It was as black as night with golden eyes that seemed to peer into Balinor's soul.

"You know no dragon's birth is by accident."

"Then why?" Balinor spat.

He thought that nothing could spoil his mood.

"I would heed its warning. Only trust the people you know you can or I do fear for you and Camelot."

I am not going to tell you what Proditione means yet but it will be explained.

Does anyone want to hazard a guess?