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The master of lords

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There were powers that were sometimes beyond human comprehension, powers that were still unknown. When Charles was born of his fathers' love, he was different. He was a wizard, certainly and like Merlin, he was also predestined to do great things.

His magic was as instinctive as that of his young magician father. It was his essence, his air: his reason for being what he was. He was the fruit of an almost imaginary love. He was the child of two men who each had a full destiny. Charles felt their emotions. Their love transcended his veins, and like Merlin's magic, he also held the slight part of his father Pendragon. Arthur was born thanks to her, but never knew she was sleeping somewhere inside him until she woke up.

Charles, four years old, had grown up with the stories told to him by Uncle Gwaine. When he had his father's permission, he often ran to the knights' wing to listen to these legends over and over again, where, like all children, he wanted to be the main actor: the good guy who annihilated the bad guys.

Merlin told him that when he was old enough to understand the world of magic, he would introduce him to Kilgarah and Aithusa. Charles adored him just as he loved his older father, Arthur. He never lacked affection.

From laughing with the knights to holding the hand of his best friend Pearce, the son of Lancelot and Guinevere, he enjoyed his little life to the fullest. Peace reigned in the kingdom. Arthur ruled much better than Uther and Merlin wrote the new magical laws. Charles had the life of a pampered little prince: what more could one ask for?

But one day, everything changed. Ever since his young father became pregnant, there was a strange aura around him: sometimes black and sometimes white. Too small to understand it all, the joy of being a big brother took over, forgetting about this halo that dazzled Merlin's body at times.

The day when by entering the royal bedroom, he had climbed onto the bed and Merlin had slapped his hand, he had realized that it wasn't quite his daddy. The white halo told him that his was no longer there. Upset at not understanding anything, when he had come back to see him, in his arms, his childish soul had been reassured, because the magic of this Merlin was the same as that of his real daddy.

So why hadn't this Merlin said anything to his other father? There was in the blue eyes of this sorcerer, a joyful light as if daddy and father were not yet together.

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One night, on top of his favorite tower, Charles had gazed up at the starry sky as if the universe could have given him the answers to his questions. He may have been small, but he knew what death was. That's why his daddy, not quite him, was there and Charles was the only one to see the black or white halo.

By understood that his father was going to die, he had begged with tears the sky and the earth to come to his aid, then had listened to the breeze whistling him a comforting melody. To the sound of these soft little noises, his body swayed in the wind.

Dad had told him that the source of their power came from the earth and was linked to their magic. As dreamy as Merlin, Charles had smiled through his tears when the melody had finally taken on words more understandable for his age: "Echo, tell him Echo my child... ". His eyes opened wide, he gave a grateful laugh and nodded. The magic dancing inside him was pleased with his words, so as soon as he saw his daddy not quite him again, he would tell him these words.

Charles had tried to warn him, but this daddy had not listened to him. Time had passed and his daddy not quite him had not returned. Charles had worried that he would not be able to warn him because it was becoming urgent.

Today, Gaius had warned him not to disturb his fathers until the babies had arrived. Charles realized that it might be too late. Since the morning, he had felt his daddy's magic giving back, little by little, to the earth what it had given him.

Charles knew that the adults had lied to him. He knew that his daddy was sick and that King Pendragon was saying goodbye. So, his magic, which was getting angry in the depths of its bowels, told him to go to see them absolutely, because he hoped he could give his daddy not quite him the message.

Charles waited at the corner of the corridor, waiting for Gaius to leave the room. Then, after a few minutes, he pushed open the door. The first thing that intrigued him was to see his father Pendragon, not quite him, right beside the bed. He quickly averted his eyes thinking that this Arthur would surely listen to him.

When Merlin's magic began to join the earth, Charles closed his eyes for a moment. His magic had to send this Merlin back so that his own could return, even if it was to die there, at least here. Because if Charles was able to make himself heard, then there was a chance that it wouldn't happen.

he emptied his mind, refusing to listen to his father say goodbye to his daddy, Merlin. When he opened his eyes, he put his bright eyes on the king, not quite him. His heart fluttered as he saw that this Arthur was not running away from him. This was his father, the brave warrior king! Charles rushed towards him and put his small trembling hands on this Arthur's knees and shouted to him:

"Father! It's Echo! Echo! Echo!"

This father disappeared through the air without knowing if it had worked. He turned to the bed and his throat tightened: Arthur was crying over Merlin's lifeless body. Charles had failed. On this realization, he cried all the tears of his body and ran to take refuge on his tower, where with Merlin, he had liked to listen to his hopes on the magic world.

...-M&A-...

There were powers that were sometimes beyond human understanding, powers that were often forgotten. When Charles was born of his fathers' love, he was different. He was a sorcerer, certainly, but he was also the Master of Lords of dragons. Charles, on his knees, hands in front, silently mourned the death of his young father. He didn't understand why he had been able to see the other Merlin? Why hadn't this Merlin listened to him? And why couldn't anyone explain this to him? Because Charles wanted so much to save his daddy's life...

It was to his questions that different magic different from his own manifested itself. She whispered to him in an enchanting voice to raise his gaze to the sky. Too pained to obey, he shook his head.

"Hello, little wizard," breathed a deep, husky voice above him.

Charles felt a wind blowing over him. He stood up and opened his wet eyes. It was a huge dragon, probably "Kilgarah" the one Dad had told him about.

"I know what you did," the beast whispered landing along the stone wall before bowing to him.

Tears rolling down his cheeks, Charles shook his head as he placed a hand against the dragon's scaly snout.

"You are the son of the greatest wizard, do not be afraid of your powers, little man."

"Daddy Merlin," he muttered, "is dead..."

A sob broke from his throat and Charles continued to cry.

"Merlin didn't tell you about the lords of dragons, did he?"

Charles pursed his lips and shook his head.

Kilgarah looked up to the sky and then back at him.

"You are much more than a lord Charles, you are the master of lords. And the future you belong to seems to be slowly changing..."

Charles, his heart pounding, finally smiled and wiped his eyes. All that mattered was that Merlin lived.

"Come on, get in so I can tell you my story before it all fades away, little man..."

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And so, the little master of lords of dragons flew through the sky listening to the life of this beast. Charles was living his last moments before the world he knew would undergo the desired change: Merlin's survival. His face offered to the wind and his chest inflated to the max, he spread his arms and laughed with happiness. Charles had succeeded. He had saved his daddy.

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Kilgarah had above him, the one who would one day watch over the safety of his offspring, whom Aithusa treasured with her. Charles Pendragon was destined to re-establish the dragon line because he had been chosen to become the master of the future lords of dragons. But the child had chosen his fathers; the child, barely aware of what he had created, had offered his life...

Then, powerless before the decision of this little sorcerer, between the airs of time that began to merge the past to another future, he told him the life of a kingdom, the one that the sovereigns knew.

Charles may not have spoken the language of the Dragonriders yet, and whatever Kilgarah might have decided, the dragon could not have changed anything because he was subject to this little boy's orders even, before Charles could speak. Accepting this end, Kilgarah shed painful tears for the child who did not know the harsh laws of the old religion. Charles had a heart as tender as his young father's and a determination as strong as his older father's. One day, surely, someone would say that up in the sky, a child had saved his wizard's father from a rare disease: Echo.

Both of them, made of the same essence, seemed to be in agreement with this choice. Dancing through the slowly fading time, only Kilgarah's growl seemed to creep in between his tunes for his "past him" to understand this future that would never see the light of day: "What is yet unfinished, can be avoided. "

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End of the first part! The rest in (I'll say) 3 weeks