Author: Sparkling Moon Phoenix.

Genre: TV Shows/Merlin.

Chapter: Oneshot.

Rating: T, I think is the correct rating for this little piece of fiction.

Standard disclaimers apply. I don't claim ownership of the wonderful characters and creation known as Merlin. That privilege belongs to the BBC. I am just borrowing a certain Dragonlord for the purposes of this fiction, a character who I really would have wished to see more of in Merlin. But that is just my opinion! Now on with this oneshot!

Summary: Balinor thinking about his son, Merlin.

My Son, Merlin

~:O:~

I have a son.

I have a son.

Hunith has granted me a priceless gift, one beyond compare.

Merlin.

My dark existence finally has a ray of light. My heart soars whenever I gaze upon him; a son born of my line, to continue the ancient gift of the Dragonlords. He is a beacon of hope, one that even now begins to shatter the barriers I have erected around my emotions. I now have a reason to live freely again.

I am no longer the last of my kind. My son Merlin a nascent Dragonlord, is my blood, my kin. I have my beloved Hunith to thank for Merlin. As I sit at the campfire, I can see her strength, her wisdom shining from his eyes. Eyes so like those of my soul mate I was forced to leave behind. The moment Merlin revealed who he was to me was filled with joy, yet tainted with the bitter tang of bleak regret. I have missed so much of his life. I can blame Uther Pendragon for this. Fate has seen fit to grant me another chance, one I never expected. I now have years to share with Merlin. To teach him the ways of the Old Religion, what it means to be a Dragonlord. As my father taught me, so will I teach him.

I see the light of the Old Religion within him. My son, grown strong in the powers of the Old Religion. He displays the kindness and compassion my beloved Hunith showed to me all those years ago when I first met her in Ealdor. Should I fall before I can face Kilgharrah, I find solace in the knowledge my sacred gift will be passed on. Merlin, who possesses the compassion of his mother, along with her wisdom will be a nobler Dragonlord than I or any other man of my bloodline could ever claim to be.

I do not know if this vestige of intuition is a prompting caused by the Old Religion or instinct, but it has a sense of portent. My son has a great destiny before him.

One that I hope to see with my own eyes.

Author's note: if you lot want me to attempt to write a Merlin fiction, one in which Balinor survives the attack in Cenred's kingdom, let me know if you read this fiction! A certain authoress here on wants me to do one! I just hope I can portray Balinor as the noble man I see him to be in 'The Last Dragonlord'. The other part of my 'Honour' twoshot is being worked on as well.