The Fire Inside- A Merlin BBC Fanfic

The Drunk Ramblings of Magic

People weren't supposed to use magic in Camelot. People weren't supposed to control dragons. Cyra Albigan didn't abide by these rules- she didn't have to. Because, after all, she wasn't even a person.

Cyra had lived her whole life in the small town of Freiheld, a town so reliant on the White Mountains they were often confused on maps- they weren't in the mountains, but to the rest of the world they might as well be. Her mother Elaine prided herself on finding the place. Raising her here was the best decision her mother ever made, it was surrounded by all the best places to hide.

The girl had had a rough childhood. Her father, Veal, was a greedy man, buying up whatever he felt he could benefit from. This left his wife Elaine with very little money for herself, let alone their child. Veal also was constantly getting himself in trouble- he was a loud and proud Dragonlord. His fictional rank above everything pushed Cyra farther away from him each day of her life, to the point where she doubt she could recognise his voice. Not to mention he craved a son, which his wife was unable to give to him- proven by the surplus of stillborns and miscarriages that haunted Elaine. Cyra had been their only child to live past three, and everyone in the local tavern knew just how much Veal wanted a son instead of a worthless daughter. Not many, however knew why. It wasn't until a powerful sorcerer arrived in the town that they were enlightened.

The day that the old man showed up would torment Veal to his grave. The old man had tottered into the local and only tavern- The Ravens Nest- right on time for Veal's daily declaration of disappointment.

"Why was I cursed with this wench for a daughter? Who denied me the blonde boy I had always strived for? Who gave upon me instead this mud-haired sow? And what could I do to change my failure?" He half-sobbed half-yelled for all to hear. Most groaned, some even getting up to leave as the drunken rooster crowed.

"Why do you despair? What better is a son over a loving daughter?" The old man asked, piping up from a few feet away. Veal turned towards him to continue.

"Don't you understand you old git? I'm a Dragonlord! I cannot continue the line if I can only bear one worthless daughter!" Taking a big swing of his ale, he hiccuped and let the old man respond.

"That is all you wish for? An heir to the power?" The man asked skeptically.

"Ask anyone in here curious stranger, they can tell you how much I've needed a son instead!" Veal slammed his mug down, causing a barmaid to strut over and have to start cleaning between the two.

"If you want an heir to the power, I can grant you that. Just show me to your daughter." The old man smiled, and Veal stumbled trying to stand so quickly. Teetering, he lead the old man out of the tavern and to his own home, where Elaine was cleaning up. She glanced suspiciously at the pair, but after seeing the state of her drunk husband she just sighed and returned to her cleaning.

"In here," Veal opened a door to reveal a sleeping girl no older than nine, with the hair of rusted nails. The old man nodded and glanced over the child. He swung his oversized bag swiftly to the ground and pulled out a blue object the size of his head. Placing the mystery orb in front of the girls bed, the man started chanting.

"Draca sáwol ágan bearn, forþstæppung þes mædencild be hwa béon stalu, Ardhshëm," Had Veal been paying attention, he would have seen the wizard's eyes change colour not once, but twice throughout the enchantment. Next thing he knew, a bright light threw him to the ground. When it finally cleared, the old man was gone and the blue orb had shattered. Cyra slowly became to transform. Calling out, Veal summoned Elaine to witness herself her daughter's pale skin darkening to a mud green colour, her hair fading to a shade of grey similar to charcoal. The girl through all this stayed sound asleep, and if you looked close enough you could see that she was exhaling something definitely inhuman- smoke.
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Ok guys, new story. Now this takes place after the final battle, but Arthur and all the Knights are safe and sound in Camelot. I would set it earlier, but I unfortunately don't have access to Netflix for a while, meaning I can't study the episodes to put Cyra in.

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