Yes, I've written another story XD This idea recently came to me and I thought it would be an interesting twist for the two boys. Merlin and Arthur I mean. It's based on 'How to train your dragon' that came out this year in cinemas.

Hope you enjoy and R&R if you like it =)

Camelot is a small island in the middle of nowhere. Most of the houses you'll see are brand new and it rains 9 months of the year. There is fishing, hunting and charming views of the sunsets from the higher parts of the land. The only problems are the pests. Other places you can find have mice, rats or mosquitos. Camelot has dragons.

The people on this island fight the dragons whenever they appear as all have proved themselves at a younger age through a training course that they could handle the situation. Those that do not pass or were not suited to the task of defeating dragons, end up being killed or working as servants.

Merlin was one of these people.


A pair of blue eyes shot open at the sound of yells coming from outside. The dragons had returned. Again.

Jumping to his feet, Merlin pulled on some clothes and decent boots that he could run around in. During these brief few minutes he heard more yelling and even a few screams, meaning people were getting injured or worse, killed. He would be needed like normal and if he didn't get there soon then one person in particular would be pissed off at him.

Once dressed he rushed outside and only by luck avoided getting hit by shots of fire as he went towards the building where his friend Will was busy at work. Slipping through the door, Merlin winced as a hand slapped him on the back of his head, "Where on earth have you been?"

"Sorry. Didn't realise we were under attack."

"Sometimes I wonder how you even get up in the morning," Gaius said and shoved him towards a pile of swords. "Those needs sharpening. We have a higher demand compared to usual."

Merlin went over and picked up one, "Maybe I would be more useful out there battling the dragons." Swinging the sword up, he gasped as he knocked it into another kind of weapon and it shot out to hit someone in the head.

"You'd get someone killed simply by holding a sword! Now hurry up Merlin, I can't do this by myself," Will said as he handed out swords to people rushing over with no weapon to hand. That meant they either didn't have time to pick up their own or a dragon had disposed of it easily.

"That's why you'd make things that could use a sword for you," Merlin muttered and got to work.

It was only a few minutes later when Will threw the swords down and picked up an axe as he went for the door, "They need help. Merlin stay here with Gaius."

Jealous eyes watched as Will headed out into the battle field with his axe held high in the air as he advanced on one of the smaller dragons. How come people like Will got to do dragon training and yet Merlin wasn't even given the chance? He could do it. Dragon's couldn't be that tough to kill.

Deciding that today would be the day he showed everyone that he was more than just a blacksmith, he grabbed the contraption he'd made and attacked it to his back. Ignoring the sound of Gaius yelling after him, he went outside and went straight for one of the higher parts of Camelot.

Along the way he spotted some people he knew battling a fire dragon. Gwen had a bucket of water in one hand and threw the contents at the open mouth that would have no doubt turned her to ash if allowed to shoot fire. She may not have done dragon training but she was braver then most women Merlin knew.

Next he saw Gwaine jumping on the back of a small rock dragon by leaping off the roof of a nearby building, he would be called insane if he didn't have the reputation of being able to take down a dragon single handedly. Once the dragon was on the ground he signaled Lancelot and Leon to help him trap it so it could be used in dragon training at a later date.

Shaking his head so to clear his mind of ideas to go help them, he ran to his destination point and set up his contraption. Merlin folded out the legs so it would be secure and turned the catapult to point towards the sky, his hands now holding tightly onto the release as his eyes tried to make out any shape in the sky.

For it is said that there is but one dragon no one has ever caught or seen. It is as dark as the night sky and faster then any of the others dragons, it's only appearances was on nights like these when the battle had grown to such a scale that most of the island looked on fire.

"Come on, give me something to shoot at."

He would not return home without the news he'd done something to help the island. Merlin was sick of being treated like a fool, especially by the prat he saw almost every day and who kept boasting about his conquests in the battles.

Minutes passed and there was no sign of any dragons in the sky. Merlin was beginning to lose patience when suddenly he saw some of the stars being blocked out by something, that something was heading straight for the island and a small smile crept to his lips. "Gotcha," he muttered and his hand squeezed the trigger.

The net flew into the air at such a speed that the dragon had no chance of escaping and Merlin threw a hand into the air as he saw the beast falling to the ground, it's body now would be lying amongst the trees in one of the outer forests. He'd done it. Merlin had actually shot down the toughest dragon and he turned to see if anyone had seen.

"Did anyone see that? I shot down a-" he began to yell but a hot breath came against the back of his neck and he turned to face a fire dragon. One that looked extremely ticked off. "I didn't mean you," Merlin nervously said and started walking backwards.

It was only when it opened it's mouth that Merlin turned and ran for his life. He ducked after glancing over his shoulder to see fire heading his way. Darting behind a beam holding up one of the lights of Camelot, he held his breath as fire appeared either side of him as the dragon tried to melt the beam away.

When silence followed, Merlin peeked his head around to see the dragon was gone. Maybe it had gotten bored? Breathing a sigh of relief he turned to look the other way to come nose to nose with the dragon. "Oh damn-" he covered his head and turned away as the dragon opened it's mouth. Except the pain never came.

Eventually he plucked up the courage to see what had happened and saw a few meters away that the dragon had a new opponent. The prat had turned up just in time, as always. Merlin watched as he drew out his sword and fought the dragon that was now out of juice so couldn't produce fire. It was a short battle as the dragon figured out it would lose and flew into the sky where no one could follow.

That seemed to signal that the dragon's should follow as the sky was soon filled with dark figures flying off into the distance. The people around Merlin dropped their weapons and turned to look at him as the beam behind him fell from the damage, the light at the top vanishing off the edge of the cliff as it fell towards people's homes.

"Oops," Merlin muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Where is he?"

Merlin knew it was him that the man was talking about and he ran for his life. He'd rather face another dragon than the man who was now chasing him. He made it all the way back to his home before a firm grasp came around his wrist and held him in place. "Please wait-"

"I thought I told you that you were not to do something like that again! Remember what happened last time Merlin? You almost got an entire family killed. Are you so idiotic that you can't see that you fighting dragons isn't going to help anyone."

"I just thought that-"

"Just don't think Merlin. Stop trying to be something you're not. It's people like me who will defend this island. Not you. Don't let me find you doing something like that again, are we clear?"

"Yes … Arthur."

He watched as the prat walked away to see the damage to his father's island and Merlin fell back against the door, holding his wrist in his hand that had been held tightly. Arthur often got mad at Merlin when he tried to get involved in the battles and Merlin always ended up with some kind of bruise as Arthur tried to show him exactly how weak he was.

Today he'd gone easy on him. Nothing was even thrown at Merlin's head. However there was no doubt that tomorrow there would be a knock at his door from the young Prince and he'd be told exactly how dangerous tonight had been.

Merlin hadn't even had the chance to tell Arthur he'd shot down a dragon before the fire one had caught him red handed. Tomorrow he would find it and kill it. Then he'd show Arthur he wasn't idiotic and useless.