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@etfuturus continued from x

So he did remember after all. The Pendragon heir’s memory far surpassed the dragon’s expectations; he had learned long ago that the memories of mortals were horrifically fleeting things. He had no doubt that Uther tried his best to manipulate Arthur’s memory and make the boy doubt his senses, severing the rapport that the dragon and the prince had for those few years. When the prince had stopped coming to his prison, Kilgharrah knew that Uther had succeeded.

The dragon was quite pleased, to say the least, that Arthur’s eyes had sparkled in recognition once the cryptic words had reached his ears. A small contented smile brushed across the disguised dragon’s lips.

“And you were shorter the last time we spoke,” he mused in response at the memory of the small boy that had stumbled his way into the dragon’s cave all those years ago. “You need not concern yourself with my size difference Arthur Pendragon, as I can change it back quite easily.”

#etfuturus #{Free from Chains}#[He's having too much fun teasing Arthur]#{The Great Queue}

@avalonscrown

After being prisoner of Uther Pendragon for twenty years, the Great Dragon did not waste time to take to the skies and revel in the sensation of having the wind beneath his wings once more. It was a glorious sensation that no mortal would ever deny him again.

Flying over the great forest, the dragon’s attention was captured upon sensing an unique presence below him. With a flap of his mighty wings, Kilgharrah descended gracefully upon the earth and his eyes settled on a young woman. He felt amused to see her all by herself.

“Greetings young one. What is it that brings you to this forest all alone?”

#avalonscrown #{Free from Chains}#[Thank you so much for liking the starter call!]#{The Great Queue}

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"The pain and the sorrow caused by my mistakes Won't repent to a mortal whom is all to blame Now I know I won't make it There will be a time we'll get back our freedom They can't break what's inside.”

#neckerchiefsandmagic #{Free from Chains}#{The Great Queue}

@iiwasbrilliant

The Great Dragon was free; after twenty long years of being chained inside of a cave under the foot of the king who killed his beloved kin and reduced him to the status as a trophy and a warning of those who would defy his rule. The dragon soared far above the skies of the glorious kingdom of Camelot. The great beast was held aloft by its mighty wings revelling the sensation of the wind against its body; a sensation that he would never take for granted ever again.

As he flew, the dragon’s senses and innate magic naturally scoured the land beneath him as he became one with the natural ebb and flow of the land as it filled his very being. There was an anomaly upon the land that awoke the dragon from his reverie. His attention shifted from the land as a whole to a pinpoint location where this anomaly laid. With a few swift beat of his wings, he closed the distance between himself and this point of intrigue.

The dragon lowered its immense body to the earth with amazing delicacy within a forest clearing, as he barely disturbed the trees around his form. Few delighted in the chance to speak to a dragon, even fewer beings acted rationally within his presence when coming face to face with his true form. The dragon’s eyes glowed a piercing gold as he weaved powerful magic around his colossal body to change his physical shape.

A tall exotic looking man now stood in the dragon’s place. Cerulean eyes glanced over his hands in intrigue before flicking up to face the direction of interest. He stepped through the trees without effort; the very woods themselves seemed to give way to him. He only ceased movement when his eyes set upon the anomaly: a man. Or, what appeared to be a man.

“I know not what you are, however I do know you do not belong in this world... Who are you?”

#iiwasbrilliant #{Free from Chains}#[I wrote you a novel #I am so sorry #but here's your starter!#I hope that it works #please let me know if it doesn't!]#{The Great Queue}

@smaugiiisms

The two surviving dragons had made a cave their temporary home for a few months. The cave was located near a forest and the nearest town was ten miles away. It was not a glorious life, but Kilgharrah found himself to be contented. This simple life was all that he desired for so long; to be able to share it with another dragon after believing he had been the last survivor, was a dream come true for The Great Dragon.

Life with Smaug had been contentious at first, as one would expect with Smaug and Kilgharrah being as prideful as they were. However, After the first month of this life, Kilgharrah found himself feeling fondness for the other; not quite friendship or genuine affection as of yet, but Smaug certainly had Kilgharrah’s profound and undying loyalty.

All had been quiet in the middle of the night as it had been for so many others. Kilgharrah slept beside Smaug towards the back of their cave, his dreams were lighter than usual as visions of the future teased at his consciousness. A flash of intense violence within one of his visions caused his eyes to open. He cast his eyes briefly upon his sleeping companion before silently shifting from his back to his feet. Kilgharrah’s bare feet glided across the stone floor of the cave to the entrance. His piercing gaze searched the forest intently, scrutinising every inch of the woods. In mere moments he spotted them: a large group of humans heading in their direction.

The Great Dragon did not waste a single moment to rush back to Smaug’s side. He knelt down and shook his companion to beckon him awake.

“Smaug. Wake up. We must leav...!”

His voice was cut off by a gasp as an iron arrow pierced his side. Kilgharrah doubled over grasping the arrow and wrenched it from his body; despite how quickly he acted, he felt the effects of the iron spread through his body, his innate magic recoiled from it. He kept his composure despite the agony, “come Smaug, let us make for elsewhere.”

#{Free from Chains}#[Here's your starter!#So sorry for the wait dear #No pressure to make your response this long since I wrote another novel #whoops #I just wanted to get some background set up for us]#{The Great Queue}#smaugiiisms

@neckerchiefsandmagic

“I need not hear you say words to know that something is bothering you, I can see your troubles clear as day upon your expression. Do be honest Merlin, what is it that ails you so?”

The dragon’s expression was softened and less guarded; if one was perceptive enough they would perceive the genuine concern Kilgharrah felt for his spiritual brother.

#neckerchiefsandmagic #{Free from Chains}#[Because they needed more bonding moments that weren't centred on the fate of Camelot #Merlin #Kilgharrah cares about you ok?]#{The Great Queue}