Well. Another morning in Camealot. Yeah it sounds cool but man life here slinks.

serioucly.

I rolled out of bed and proceeded down stairs. My rooomate, Gaius Watson was making sausages. He can not cook!

I took out my magic wand I summoned a plate and a glass and of OJ. I sat down and pulled me the day's Camelot Times.

G.W. sat next to me. "Anything in the news? he inquisited?"

"Nah Oh wait look here There's a dragon attack." There was a photo of a man with cars lying dead. Then I did a double take.

He was my potiones teacher.

Gaius severed. He had PTDD. Post Traumatic Dragon Disorder.

It's a mid-evil thing.

A/N: I wasnt to sure about the whole PTDD thing but I though it added a layer to mystery to Gaius's character

Suddenly I noticed something consperietlicly peculiar about the article's photo. The man's scar's in the photo read RACHE.

Suddenly, Police Commissioner Uther walked into the door of 221 Camelot St.

"Have you heard the news, bitch?" Uther whispered, looking around suspicously.

"Yes," I lamented.

"Come on, then," Uther calmly reinforced.

We walked down in the fields. There was an old woman sitting on a bench, feeding the local dragons. One small dragon landed on my shoulder.

We walked into the scene of the crime. There he was My potions teach, Mr. McGuffin. I looked around the place. He was in the middle of casting a potion spell. I could see the cauldron full of herbs and pigs' heads.

Uther said, "It's a danm dragon all right."

I took out my wand. It was ready for a fight, if necessary.

The widow was shattered. The shattered glass was angled toward the teacher's body. There was an angled gash in the wall behind the body. And there was a magic ring on the floor. There was gold oozing from the man's scars which as I said spelled out "RACHE."

"The Dragon entered through window. He Turned a 360 degree angle with a spiked tail before slaughtering the man with the claws. German Golden Spiked-Tailed Dragon."

They dagerd back at me darkly. And I looked at them sinisnterly.

And I made know to the people "He wants revenge."

Suddenly Morgana imploded through the door. "There's been another attack Do something, Merlock."

I ran out the door. And right into... you guessed it. Arthur.

"Hello, Merlock," Arthur declared obnoxiously.

"Go away, Arthur." examined me.

"I just happened to go by," Arthur Snikered. He took out his wnd. He pointed it at mu chin.

I pointed mine at his head. "I know Argus Fin." Do you know Argus Rakhe?"

He shaked his head. "What's – "

"Argus Fin!" I screamed. A big explosion of came from my wand. He fell backwards, yelling like a little bitty babyy girl. I laughed, and kept walking.

Morgana followed behind me. "That was pretty fantastic," she screamed.

I screamed back, "Yeah, I know, I learned it in – "

My heart fell.

"...potions class."

I fell to my knees. I cried. I sniffled it away and stood up and "I must continue," I choked. I turned around and walked, staring at the gas.

A/N: This part I added in later. I thought he was too happy, so I made him dramatically sad, to add irony.

PART II: BEING FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF DR. GAIUS WATSON, 5000 BC

I followed my fellow troops. Gus was swishing around his blond hair. I hate Gus.

We trudged up the hill. The hill of the dragon.

We were on our way to kill the dragon. It was a cloudy day I hate cloudy days And magic And people And dragons And cloudy-you know what I mean.

So, our leader, Officicer Watchkinshnatz, was yelling. He was always yealing. Or smoking his beard, which made me things of a goat for some reason. We called him "Goatee" behind his back. Anyway, where was I?

TO BE CONTINUED?!