Dragon Riders of Camelot
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin or How To Train Your Dragon. All rights to BBC and Dreamworks Animation.
Rating: K
Genre: Friendship & Fantasy
Warnings: None
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It was a new age, the sun would rise and set in its peaceful manner and not one storm cloud would ever make way to ruin it. The sun was shining brighter than ever on this day, the day magic was to truly be restored to the kingdom of Camelot.
Merlin requested for the king to come with him today to see dragons up close, smaller ones of course.
"Arthur! Come on I trained one just for you! Her name is Aithusa, she was a Wyvern but when she got into the hands of Morgana she was not taken care of correctly. So... now, she is the size of a Wyvern, but she'll never grow much more. Though it does gives her more the chance to ride." Merlin explained as he almost dragged his king across the courtyard.
"Merlin I don't have time- did you say ride? You ride those creatures?" Arthur questioned, his right eye brow raised.
"If they're trained correctly and the right size, yeah! I mean, you can ride larger dragons, but ones closer to the size of a large horse are nimble and swift. Think of how great of an asset it would be to the kingdom!" The Court Sorcerer exclaimed. This brought Arthur's thoughts to dragons being useful in battle strategies and finally agreed to follow his adviser to the edge of the upper town to the field where the dragons lived.
"Alright Arthur, this is her, Aithusa. I named her myself." The young warlock said with pride as Aithusa came up to him. She was a pure white with blue sparkling eyes. This was the dragon who helped Morgana but eventually came back to be loyal to her dragonlord.
"Her name means the light of the sun. Kilgharrah says it is a good omen for our destiny of building this kingdom. She is yours Arthur, if you're willing to return the favor to her." Merlin continued with a smile as he saw the two bond immediately.
"Do you have a dragon, I mean to ride?" Arthur asked though he never took his eyes off the winged creature.
"Indeed I do sire. I didn't name him though, he also isn't a Wyvern. He is what some call a 'night fury'. He is old, and part of his winged tale is broken, but when I found him there was a mechanism of controlling his guidance and flight abilities to where it didn't really matter." Merlin replied and continued, "I found him in an old viking's village in the farther North on an island called Berk, his rider had died of old age long ago, the dragon was all that was left living and he instantly took to me. That is when I thought of the idea of bringing dragon riding to Camelot."
They continued to find the drake that Merlin spoke of finding, the midnight black dragon was apparently trying to catch a fish. "Toothless, come here!" Merlin shouted when the dragon finally caught the fish that was taunting him. Toothless, so he was named, swallowed the large fish whole, and came up to the warlock and the king.
"Arthur, Toothless. Toothless, Arthur." Merlin said between them. Toothless first glared with his green golden eyes and growled, he looked back at Merlin and was given a look saying 'I trust him'. With that being said, the black scaled dragon rose up on to its back feet and sat in the position of a dog and put out one of his legs in a wanting to shake hands fashion. Arthur slowly looked between his adviser and to the drake and when Toothless looked to him happily, he shook his hand with him.
"Good. Now, you m'lord, best learn how to ride." After this statement there was much practice on how to not fall off Aithusa's back, once Arthur finally was able to stay on, they went soaring into the air.
They flew across old ruins and lakes and mountains and clouds. They even flew once around the tallest tower of the castle. Arthur felt the most free in the longest time, so did Merlin. No more secrets, no more guilt. The two built their kingdom on trust, magic, and as sappy as it is... friendship. Arthur went to make peace with the Druids and the great dragon himself. All was good. All was right.
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"Merlin? MERLIN! Wake up you bumbling idiot! What good are you just laying here!?" Arthur's voice yelled when everything went black and then became blurry vision of a ceiling and a not so happy Arthur Pendragon. Everything started to focus. Merlin was just dreaming again.
"Sorry sire, I must have not slept well." Merlin answered his voice in a small groan from his rough wake from his sleep.
"Well you can say sorry by mucking out the stables." Arthur said as he walked out of Merlin's small chambers back into Gaius' work room.
Merlin sighed and got ready to work as he did every day. It seems dreams are never to last.
But of course as young as he is, he never has been able to tell those dreams are of foresight.
The end.
