I do not own Merlin, or any of it's characters or any of that.
I should be working on finals but this little bit has been buzzing around in my head for ages. I'm not entirely sure if I will continue it. Tell me what you think? If you have suggestions on HOW I should continue it, I'd love to hear them. Enjoy.
There are many things Merlin does not know about me. Particularly, my past, perhaps it hasn't even occurred to him that I have one beyond what he already knows of me.
I was born unto a child Dragonlord. This was an exceptionally rare happenstance, and he possessed great talent.
There were many more dragons in this time. My birth, although rejoiced, was not in itself a rare thing. The child Dragonlord, however, was incredibly rare.
His father was murdered violently before his eyes in
a abrupt attack against his people. One of the first of its kind.
He gave me the name Kilgharrah, in the hopes that I would be powerful enough to avenge the death of his father.
I cared for the child deeply. He helped me grow and taught me many things in my youth, including the human language. He was not only a brother of the dragons, but he was a dear friend.
In a short amount of time I grew a great deal. In little more than a year, I was already three times the size of most humans.
The Dragolord child asked that I attack the men who were responsible for his father's death. Although hesitant, I did as he bade. The men did not stand a chance against my power and strength.
I returned to my Dragonlord expecting a celebration, or at the very least praise for my hard work.
It was not to be. Instead upon arriving home, the Dragonlord child (now nearly grown into a man) was furious.
It had taken too long. There was still so much to be done, and his bloodlust was not to be quenched.
He took his rage out on me. With magic, or sword it did not matter he threw everything to could manage at me.
My instinct told me to fight back. To attack him, but he was my dear friend. He was my Dragonlord, and I loved him dearly.
His anger pained my heart, and I fled the place I once considered home, and never returned.
The Dragonlord lived on. I heard rumors of his conquests. His victories of war, and his attack on not only non-magical humans, but his own kind as well.
My heart ached to return to him. I wanted to talk sense into him and to make him stop this madness. I did not return, however.
It was my greatest regret