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AN: As Kilgharrah told Merlin once, Morgana is the darkness to his light but what if it was the other way around and what if instead of the great dragon Camelot hid a very different secret? This is only the prologue; plenty more to come. I'd love to hear what you guys thing since this is my first multi-chapter story in this fandom.

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Prologue

In the darkness below everything that Camelot was lay a creature not capable of understanding or living in the human world. Legend says that the great dragon was banished beneath the walls of Camelot, but that is just a cover up for the ugly deed that the great king Uther has done. Beneath all of that is hardly a dragon, but an even more vicious power. The power in form of magic. The power of the last warlock to walk the earth. His name - Merlin.

The magical shackles and the hunger keep him at bay. His almost skeletal frame leaned on a rocky surface of the caves wall. Clothes that hang of his thin frame and a mop of hair untamed. Everything screamed of utter defeat, except his eyes. They still shined with an unnatural color of gold, but with a look that didn't seem to deem the person present to the current place. They are far away, thinking of who knows what, and a silent movement of the lips forming the same word again and again. Calling them out.

"Morgana."