Hey! This is my first fic, so please review!
Disclaimer: I own Merlin! (Everyone stares) I'm just kidding… or am I? (Everyone stares again) I am.
Warnings/info: Spoilers for all the seasons. Takes place right after season 4. Merlin and gang are singing songs, what sorcery is this? Crack-ish idea, but too serious to really be crack.
Prologue
To say Morgana was agitated would be the understatement of the century. It had only been two weeks since that peculiar white beast, who she had found to be a dragon had saved her from the brink of death. She didn't know why it had healed her; in fact she didn't even know how a freaking dragon could be alive. When she was hiding with Morgause for a year after merlin poisoned her, she heard that the Great Dragon, the last of the race, had broken out of his restraints and wreaked havoc on Camelot until Arthur killed it, ending the noble breed. She didn't see how a new white dragon had suddenly come into existence. Were the dragons secretly thriving? Did they go into hiding when they learned of Uther's ill intent? She would ponder that later, but right now she had more pressing matters to attend to.
Ever since she was mysteriously healed she had been working on a way to get revenge. She was outraged that Arthur had managed to usurp her from her rightful place on the throne again, alongside that stupid servant and her maid. She wanted nothing more or less than what was rightfully hers, and she planned to get it by any means necessary, so naturally when word came to her that there was a stone in the west that had great power available to those with the magic to work it, she scoured the land for it. And after two weeks of sleeping in caves, she had finally found it. As she thundered into the cavern she saw that it held signs of life. 'Druids,' she thought and continued into the darkness. "forbaerne" she whispered and as fire in her palm vanquished the darkness Morgana saw that there were people gathered around her. She raised her palm, ready to attack. "We mean you no harm Morgana Pendragon. We have what you seek and are prepared to give it to you, just know that there is no soul alive who has the knowledge of what this item does. Tread carefully when dealing with magic you do not understand," said a Druid with a strange red crystal in his hands who looked to be the leader of the group. "I can manage," morgana snarled nastily, grabbing the object from his hands. She took off, mounting her horse and riding back to the cave she had slept in the previous night. "Camelot," she whispered to herself taking out the red tool of magic, "prepare to meet your doom."
There's the prologue! The other chapters will be longer, but I thought this was a good place to end it :) review please!
-merlinissocool