The Goddess of Dragons and Merlin

She Awakens From The Cry Of Her Children

Author's Note:

So, I have a few important stuff to point out before the story starts
1) the character who is playing the first dragon is my own character and I don't give permission to anyone for using her. I'll be upset she means a lot to me.
2)This is set somewhere in between season 3 and 4.
3)Uther is still alive, But he is still unresponsive since Morgana's take over.
4)Arthur is regent.
5)All our favorite knights are alive.

And that's about it. Enjoy!!

It was dark dreary and quite. Yet you could hear the soft pitter patter of rain dripping through the cracked roof. You could see the light shine through the splintering wooden panels. The hard cobblestone glistened in the light. In the middle of the room, you could see three beautiful spheres. They were oblique in shape and of all colors. One was a deep golden brown that you could see specks of gold flicker throughout the sphere. It gave you a feeling of bravery and strength that you could feel in your heart that was calling to you. The other was a deep lilac purple that drew your focus in and made you want to look deeper into it. It gave a ring of intelligence yet gentleness. And the last sphere it was a blue so beautiful and it reminded you of all the beautiful blue things in life, like the ocean, like the sky, it brought you into the sentence of freedom and happiness that you could only be gained from experiences in life. They were such a contrast to the dark and dreary room they were sitting in. Yet they were Untouched by time itself staying forever pristine and beautiful. They would remain untouched, maybe forever. Yet these young children had such bright destiny ahead of them. But like all things in life they have a journey before they get to their happy ending and that journey is filled with pain and strife and sadness. But hopefully, they have a light guiding them so that they can fulfill their destiny and have a world of prosperity to live in. For these young children when they grow up they'll be beautiful dragons.

The peaceful tranquility of this dark room holding the most beautiful eggs in the world is interrupted while harsh maddening stomps. You could hear the force of power in each step. They were walking with a purpose and determination meant to bring unease and misfortune you could hear it in the gait of there walking. a man stepped into view he was wearing dark cloaks that covered most of his body his clothes were torn and ragged as if he's been through all life had to throw at him. His boots had holes in them his skinhead cuts and scars of his hardships in life his face was full of perverted excitement at seeing the eggs in the room. You could tell that the Glee in his face was not with good intentions. His eyes were bright emerald green that pierced through your soul, but yet it gave you the sense of unease and danger when you stared in them for too long. his hair was scraggly and shelves passed his hood that you could see it hang down his face in those messy Brown curls. He had a mustache that wasn't shaved matching a beard that was long and Tangled. He had this long scar that cut from the right forehead all the way down to his left cheek and it kept going and seemingly under his clothes. he was a harsh looking man look like he had just gotten back from the war of a lifetime. he marched up to the eggs and stared at them with the light and he said

"Oh, how I've looked for you. Finally found you the piece to my puzzle. The key to the end of Uther Pendragon and his beloved Castle. For now, the ruin of Camelot begins and the freeing of all those who were in fear of your tyranny begin." The man said as he stalked closer to the eggs.

The man's hand went forward and in front of the golden brown egg, and called out to it, called the small dragon out by a name.

"Diavere" Once he said the name you could see the beautiful shell crack and out poked the head of a golden dragon with colors opposite of its egg. The man moved on and stuck in front of the next egg.

He put out his hand out again and called upon the dragon "Wærwyrde" And like before the shell broke producing a purple dragon.

The man stepped over to the last dragon, he placed his hand in front of it and called, "Qinni" And at long last all three dragons were awoken into the world.

The man watched in fascination as the Dragons struggled to get out of the eggs, but soon enough they did and looked up to him with love that would normally be for a parent. The man laughed evilly. The dragons looked confused but they were happy that there lord was happy. So they made squeals of pleasure. However the man didn't think of them as family, of kin. He thought of them as slaves that he could command and that's what he did. He yelled in a harsh dragon tongue.

"SHUT UP! YOU WEREN'T BORN TO LAUGH YOU WERE BORN TO SERVE ME AND THAT IS WHAT YOU WILL DO!" The dragons cowered but it didn't stop the man from hitting them. He hurt the sacred creatures. The cried in a plea. They cried for someone to help. But the mans magic warding stopped it. However, the warding couldn't stop one plea, one plea that carried to an ancient being. One who was asleep for a long time. Once the call reached her ear, she woke.

You see a misty island. A land shrouded in fog and hidden from the woes of the world. And you see a young woman not looking to be older than twenty. She lay asleep on the grassy stone floor. Until you hear a shrill cry from a distance, yet it was clear that it was the three baby dragons. And her eyes pop open. They are a piercing royal red. She slowly sits up, brushing back hair pin straight black hair. Her head turns west in the direction of the call and she sees. She uses her eyes to look through those of the dragons. She sees there pain and suffering. And she shouts in anger. For she is the first. The first Dragon. She sees the face of the captor. She can see that he is a descendant of the first dragon lords. One of her children's decedent. She screams in fury, at the cruelty he shows his kin. She scans the horizons looking for another. Another dragon lord yet her she can't find many. Some are leagues away and they look to be hiding. But she sees one. A young man with raven colored hair and the bluest of eyes.

"Him, he is the closet. But not yet I can't give him the dragons yet. He can not save them." I sigh, "It seems I must walk in the world in the living once again." I stand and stretch my legs. I slowly let my white flowing dress slip off my body. And I start shifting. I am a dragon. One of the first. But I am also held back by limitations, for one who owns too much power always has limitations. I transform into a huge ivory dragon with blazing red eyes. I lept off the ground and pushed my old wings forward. I flapped them up and down unused to the movement from sleeping so long. But soon I was soaring through the sky straight towards those three beautiful baby dragons that needed saving. From the horrid hands of fate.

There is always punishment that will be carried out against those who do wrong. It will always happen one way or another. This man was just unlucky that he will suffer the wrath of the most powerful being to walk this earth. For she is known as the god of dragons. Laya.