I've been asked by a few folks for some history/back story, so here is a healthy jump! This also has a bit of a time jump in the Arrow canon. Other characters will work their way in as I plot it all out. This lays a good foundation for all that. Plus, you get to learn some more about the dragons. Thanks for reading! Please let me know if you have any questions.
Felicity had known she was a mage since she was little. Her parents had her keep it a secret so that no one would attempt to abuse her gift. Natural born mages were not common, and many of the ones that were known had been practically held hostage in kingdoms. They were forced to use their magic for the wrong reasons. One rule that Felicity's parents always told her that mages were to hold true it was to only use her magic for good and to help others.
Growing up in the out skirts of Starling Kingdom, she could practice her magic some without fear of being seeing. Out of all the types of magic, Felicity had always felt closely connected with the elements – Fire, Water, Air, and Earth. Her mother said it was because of her loving nature so much as a younger child. Felicity's parents did all they could to make sure she had the best education, and they were so proud of her when she got the job with the Tower Library.
At first, Felicity studied whatever tome or scroll the Keeper at the time told her to work on. Then the blood mages raided her village. Her family and many of her friends perished that night, and that was when Felicity began to read every piece of literature she could get her hands on. Over time, she proved herself to the royal family and was selected to replace the retiring Keeper. That is when Felicity began to practice her magic again, in secret.
The next few years brought sadness to the kingdom when the King and Prince vanished, along with one of the daughters of the royal sheriff. Blood mages continued to raid the outlying villages, as well as part of the neighboring kingdom of Merlyn. That's when the trials began. Every mage that showed a natural gift was arrest, and most were killed. To practice blood magic, you had to have a natural born affinity for it. King Merlyn, Queen Moira and King Walter began to work together to clean up their kingdoms of magic; however, King Walter seemed to understand that magic did have a purpose for good still. The mages that were allowed to live became even more slaves than they had been in years past. Their powers were bound by powerful devices that were only removed when their owners wished a spell to be casted. Many mages picked death over this style of life.
Some stories were passed amongst travelers of blood mages being captured for their dark abilities. Their captors turned them into killing machines that were even more deadly than Felicity had read about in any tome. Necromancers returned to the land as well. Fierce mages with the ability to raise the dead and to control them, and they could bring down sickness and plague with the whisper of a few words. Enchanters were charming mages, who could bend a person to their will and trick you into believe what they wanted. Some enchanters walked the path of evil, while others used their powers only to help good.
The last common type of mage was the elementalist, which is what Felicity identified as, even though she had magic beyond her elemental powers. Elementalist could control the elements at their will, and the most powerful ones could summon the elements in whatever way they wanted, where ever they wanted. Some Elementalist used their magic to destroy and pillage. They were some of the strongest of the mage disciplines, and they had the ability to match the deadly power of blood mages. Felicity's elementalist side is one reason she had to keep her magic completely secret. The elementalist's ability to speak to the dragons were what scared most people about elementalist. Being near a dragon would amplify the magic of that element. Most elementalist were not as sweet and kind as Felicity, which is one reason she had befriended the four dragons over the last five years. She had helped them, and they returned the favor by aiding her.
One type of magic was still allowed almost completely uncheck. Healing magic was sought after for the royal families. Mages with healing as a gift would become doctors, and if you were physically strong, you trained to be a paladin – strong, loyal knights who could also heal if need be. Many people cried out against the favoritism, especially those that believe magic did not make one inherently evil.
The discord in the kingdom had lulled some since Oliver had been found and returned. There was still random chaos, but the hunting of mages had slowed, not that there were many free ones left to hunt. A masked archer had also been seen throughout the kingdom helping people and eliminating some of the more corrupt lords of the kingdom. Felicity knew something was still brewing between both Oliver and King Walter visiting her for help. Oliver's trips were nothing but lies that Felicity saw right through. The knight, which Felicity had a feeling was a paladin, Diggle was no better at lies than his charge, Oliver. Iris had even had trouble tracking Oliver, which did nothing to ease Felicity's fears, and it also troubled the poor whelpling who had never failed at a task before.
King Walter troubled Felicity the most. He came to her late one night and asked her to look into something. Felicity's research had found that the Queen had not been completely with honest with Walter. There were some odd connections to the land that had always been in control of the blood mages, missing money, and a strange tome that written in a language that Felicity was still trying to completely translate. Walter vanished shortly after that. Felicity panicked looking at the tome, but she kept trying to translate it. King Walter had always been nice to her, and they had had lovely conversations about the good parts of magic. Felicity feared that he was dead by now, which prompted her to arrange a meeting with Oliver.
When Felicity showed Oliver the tome, he looked surprised, and she could tell that wasn't the entire story. He even tried to pull more of the sickeningly sweet charm, which she had zero interest in when her friend, his step-father, was missing. Oliver took the tome and said that he would look into it. Felicity hoped she hadn't just signed his death warrant.
Felicity was returning from an evening walking, and it was well past sunset by the time she reached the tower. She heard some commotion in the castle proper, but she ignored it. The knights usually didn't like her offers to help, and Felicity liked keeping out of their way. Gaia, an earth dragon whelpling, was wrapped around Felicity's arm under her dark purple cloak. Felicity had on a tight fitting leather tunic and pants that she wore for her night time walks. She carried her jeweled staff as well.
As they walked into her office, a masked and hooded figure wearing full body dark green leathers sat slumped on the floor in front of her desk. Gaia poked her head out from under the cloak and let out a soft, yet high pitched shriek. Seconds later, in a poof of sparks, a shower of mist, and a swirl of wind the other dragons appeared, surrounding the cloaked figure. All four dragon whelplings were poised for attack. Felicity could feel Gaia's body harden against her arm. "Felicity," the hooded figure gasped.
"How do you know my name?" Felicity asked, her hand tightening on her staff. She looked behind her and with a whisper, locked the door.
The figure in front of her pulled the hood and mask back. "Because you know mine."
"Oliver!" She ran towards him and kneeled down. "So many things about you just became completely clear."
"'Licity! It's the Prince, he'll kill us!" Iris cried.
"He is also injured. I'd rather die saving him than let him die on the floor of my office." Felicity saw the blood pouring from a wound on Oliver's chest.
"You're a mage?" He gasped.
"Yes, but let me call for a healer. My magic won't completely heal this."
Oliver grabbed her hand tightly. "No. My father's old mill near the edge of the Glades."
"But.."
"Please, Felicity. Promise me." Oliver coughed.
"How did you think I would be able to get you there?" Felicity scolded him.
"Help me to a horse." Oliver's voice was barely a whisper.
"You don't have that much time."
"The mill is cloaked." Oliver added.
Felicity groaned as the four dragons looked nervous around her. "Give me the totem you use to get through the cloaking." Oliver pulled a necklace from under his tunic and handed it to her.
"M'lady, have you ever teleported someone at the same time as yourself?" Ember asked.
"No, but I think with you four helping, I can." Felicity stood up, and Gaia hopped down to the floor. The dragons stood at the cardinal directions around Felicity and Oliver. "Don't kill me for this later." Felicity gently bent down and touched his forehead. Oliver fell into a deep sleep. "Hopefully that will slow down the bleeding."
Felicity held her staff above her head with both hands and closed her eyes. She focused on the mill as she began to whisper the spell. Ember began to glow brightly first, then Iris, Helle, and Gaia followed. Oliver and Felicity were soon engulfed in a swirl of fire, air, water and earth – then they were gone, and so were the dragons.
