Knight of Old [Noble Merlin AU]

Dragon's Code

Long ago, when Camelot was but a village, Old Knights roamed the land. They protected all and upheld their Code, all with the help of the Dragons. The Knights had a bond with the Dragons, and the Dragons served them. For each Knight and Dragon shared a heart. They earned their place through their actions, proving that they were worthy. But every so often, a child was born who showed they were truly a knight at birth. So it is for the young man that is about to enter Camelot, who will in time father the Legends. His name: Merlin.

Don't mind me, I'm just a line break...

Merlin glided through the gate with unnatural grace. People always said that he was more a more a noble in mind and soul and body than a farmer's son; he had to agree with them. His mother always said he was different...

The booming voice of the king drew Merlin towards the yard, "The man that stands before you today, James Collins, has been accused of using witchcraft and enchantments to conspire against the crown as well as spreading lies that the Knights of Old are still terrorizing the land. I consider myself a just king, but for his crimes I can think of only one punishment."

The king raised his hand and let it fall. Merlin couldn't believe that this... monster  had the gaul to claim he's a king! Something deep in his heart knew that this man was wrong.

"When I came to this land all those years ago, it was marred with magic and villains claiming to be knights. That is why I am hosting a feast to celebrate twenty years of peace and sixteen years since the last Dragon as captured!" The king strutted off the balcony after his speech. An overwhelming sense of disgust filled Merlin as he watched him go.

A woman cried out, "There is only one evil here, and it isn't the great Knights of Old or magic; it is you. And I swear, by the end of your celebrations you will share my pain!" Then it got wierd; the old woman looked directly at the raven and gave a slight bow. She grabbed her necklace, muttered a few words, and was gone in a whirl of dirty wind. Merlin gave the yard one last glance before walking off to find his great-uncle.

Merlin knocked lightly before entering Gaius' rooms. Weird tools and herbs were strewn about the compartment. He cleared his throat and spoke, "Gaius?"

The old man turned from a bookcase on his balcony, but caught his robe and fell through the railing. Warmth filled his body, and before he knew what was happening, Merlin's magic pulled a bed to rest under the falling Gaius.

His angry uncle stood up. "Where did you learn to do that?!"

"Nowhere, I haven't learned anything!"

"Fine... Who are you?"

"Oh, ah, I have this letter. I'm Hunith's son."

Gaius looked over the sixteen-year-old once more, "You're not supposed to be here 'till Wednesday."

Merlin gave the elder a goofy grin. "It is Wednesday."

"Well, you can put your stuff up there; I'll find you some work to do in the meantime." Gaius watched the teen walk up the stair with air of nobility. This only proved what he dreaded the most: Merlin was not only a powerful warlock, but quite probably an Old Knight as well. He prayed the boy was smart enough to keep his head on his shoulders.

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Uther was passing the throne room and thinking of today's events. That old woman had bowed to a boy in the crowd; come to think of it, that boy looked awfully familiar. It hit the king like a ton of bricks. The possible reason is that he was Balinor, his long-lost friend's, son. The hag must have recognized his father in him... meaning this boy is Lord Balinor Ambrosius's first born, another Lord Ambrosius. Uther sank into him throne; the legacy of his closest friend lived on, despite the fact that he condemned Balinor to die along side Gorlois.