Themerlin Stories

Jacaerys Velaryon knows his life will end one of two ways: on a throne or nameless in a traitor's grave. He knows his mother's will end the same way. A prince's duty is to protect his queen. Alder Tierney is an estranged daughter of the North, a smallfolk with a secret larger than a dragon. She has the blood of the forest in her, the touch of the Old Gods. And she longs for more than her life. All stories begin somewhere. This is the story of a prince who falls from his dragon, finds his mother a sworn shield, and somehow (possibly) stops a war. [originally published on ao3 but i wanted more people to give me compliments- I mean i wanted a new demographic]

Synopsis- Before Reading check (Kwaku Anansi & The Strongest Mage,The Creeper Prequel ,The Shining Kinght S1 & Papa Midnite S2) as they flow into this show Tim Hunter: Anansiverse (Season 1) Opening Narration (Kwaku Anansi / Mosi Carter) "The threads tremble. Darkness stirs beyond the weave. A child sleeps unaware that the weight of worlds bends upon him. Tonight... magic awakens, and destiny begins its climb."

Wizards are a finicky bunch who prefer shuffling about their Libraries, pouring through ancient tomes, or discussing at length the existential complexities of the number thirteen to... just about anything else. Wizards haven't ventured on quests in centuries and there haven't really been any quests to go on anyways. The Vampires are mostly well behaved. Werewolves stick to their schedules. Dragons sleep most of the time, don't steal away virgins anymore and, in fact, find the vast majority of them in this era rather dull. And the Fae? Well, no one's seen them since Merlin's time. The Merlin's time. So, when Wizard Barnibus Jefferson Montgomery Barnwinkle, the last Barnwinkle from a long line of Barnwinkles, accidentally trips through an eldritch hole in reality and plops into a land of Fell Doom and Grand Demise, everyone is suitably appalled... everyone who knows about it at any rate. Quests? They are not vogue. They are not in fashion. But they are in the land of Fell Doom and Grand Demise. Wizards, on the other hand are not. And for all that Barnibus has strong opinions on the number thirteen. For all the tomes he's poured through and scrolls he's translated from hieroglyphics. For all the potions he's whipped together by candle light.... He is not at all prepared for a quest. Not a real one. Not at all. At least he has his hat.