This story was originally written by DiamondSnitch, but the problems with grammar, punctuation, spelling, the absolute cringe in the writing style, and the lack of word variation made this a perfect candidate for me to practice writing fanfiction, something I had held off on due to fears of reviewers.
If you have any suggestions for my writing style or any fixes you would like to make, please review.
I do not own anything in this story but the parts I changed. The storyline goes to DiamondSnitch and the world goes to JK Rowling.
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Chapter 1: Prologue
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Once upon a time, there was a wizard named Merlin. Merlin was, at the time, widely considered to be the "father of magic." He had a large following and was celebrated around the world for his findings in Potions, Charms, and many other areas in magic that are used to this day. He had even learned parseltongue, a language previously thought to be unlearnable. Merlin was a faithful ally to the King of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon. They had been friends for years and would save each other on a regular basis. Even though they were close, the wizened wizard never informed Arthur that he was one, electing to keep it secret.
The kingdom of Camelot was a relatively peaceful one, having the same problems that many other kingdoms had. Although they had the same problems as other kingdoms, Camelot was special, in that they were once attacked by a very powerful enemy, the dragons. Dragons tended to stay in the mountains, but around 50 years prior to Merlin's birth, the dragons had come to be led by Gwerriera, a fierce Hungarian Horntail that killed his opposition. Gwerreria had a hunger for power and began attacking adjacent kingdoms, burning them to the ground and killing their populations. Eventually, they made it to Camelot, where Arthur and Merlin successfully fended them off, but at great cost. Thousands of civilians had been killed, and over half of the capital city of Augusta was destroyed.
On one horrible day, Augusta was attacked for a second time, but this time, Merlin was not accompanied by Arthur, who had left for the Byzantine Empire a fortnight prior. The city was slowly overwhelmed, being bombarded by tens of thousands of dragons, until finally, after 3 days of fighting, everything came to a head. The dragons surrounded Merlin, and the Gwerreria began to speak to Merlin.
"You have lost, old man, surrender and we might consider sparing you."
Merlin, the ever-surprising wizard, had another secret. He was the Dragon Lord.
The Dragon Lord was known throughout history to be able to control the dragons. It was a title that was passed from father to son, and whether the Lord used his title for good or bad depended on the individual.
"That is no way to talk to your Lord, Gwerreria," Merlin said, with a knowing smirk.
"My Lord? Who do you think you are?" The dragon snapped back.
"I am relatively certain I am the Dragon Lord, you sorry excuse for a dragon," Merlin retorted.
Gwerreria was, of course, surprised. He knew that the dragon populace was not required to listen to the Dragon Lord, but it was, compelling, to listen. He felt a need to leave, to apologize, something he did not like to think of.
"Leave, Gwerreria, and never leave from your mountain. If I see you again, you will die."
"Fine," the dragon forced out, through gritted teeth.
Merlin was surprised it worked so well. He never expected to have any sway over the feared dragon leader.
Merlin was celebrated for saving what little he could save. Merlin gained a new title after this, one that would be forgotten for years, and would not be named again until 1,300 years after.
He was named Dragon Lord Merlin Emrys.
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