So This is not a horribly long story, but I'm hoping that I did it well enough for that not to matter. I'll update once a day, so you can either enjoy the suspense of waiting to see what happens, or you can wait a week for it to be finished. Please review to let me know how I did!

This takes place between the last two episodes of season 2. Morgana is gone, but they haven't met Balinor yet.

The Time of the Dragonlords

Prologue

Twenty one years. For twenty-one long years he hid himself from the world, running from cave to cave after leaving behind the woman he loved and everything he knew. He had betrayed his kin, and now he was alone. For the first five years it was a suitable punishment, he thought. He felt the need to be punished for committing such a heinous crime.

He stopped feeling that when Uther Pendragon destroyed an entire village searching for him.

For nearly sixteen years he had hid, all the while plotting and searching. Searching for what? Those with as much righteous anger as he himself felt.

There were many with a justified vendetta against the king of Camelot, but none were willing to assist him. All were too focused on their own revenge to join one man with very limited magical abilities. Many refused him outright. Others were kind enough to impart certain pieces of information, certain pieces of magic and ritual to aid in his quest.

It was those people Balinor came to search for and rely on. Through years of sifting through drivel and piecing together useful information, the dragonlord had enough to enact his revenge.

Camelot would fall to his rule. Its king would perish and the persecution of magic would end. Others had tried and none of them had succeeded. None of them had been a dragonlord. And none of them had a dragon.