When Uther Pendragon begun his war against magic, he didn't saw this coming. In the beginning of the Great Purge, a handful of Dragonlords managed to escape. They scattered across the land of Albion and hided from the reach of King Uther. One of them, a young man called Balinor, were hiding in Ealdor in Essetir kingdom, when he came across with kind-hearted woman, Hunith. For a short moment of time they thought they could have spent the rest of their lives together, but king Uther's knights were already on the trail of the fled Dragonlords.

On the very morning when Balinor was going to leave his beloved to continue his desperate run, Hunith's words stopped him. "My love, I think… I am with a child…"

Balinor just stood there in front of his love, and decided that the running was over. He could have not lived with himself if he had let his child to be born in a world like that, in a world, where his kinds were hunted down like animals.

Dragonlord kissed Hunith for goodbyes and hoped that if and when he should return to her, things would be different. He searched all remaining fellow Dragonlords, all followers of the Old Religion who wanted to join his mission, even some Druid volunteers'. They called the remaining two dragons to aid them on the bold encounter with the forces which wanted to destroy them all. The third dragon, the great one of them, was captures beneath the fortress of Camelot.

Within a few days the mighty fortress of Camelot was conquered, the Great Dragon was released from his imprisonment, the noble knights were defeated and great king Uther Pendragon was overthrown and forced to exile. There were many who would have rather seen Uther dead than been banished from his precious kingdom. Balinor chose to show mercy even that he knew that the former king would have not done the same to him or to his kind.

So it began a new era for Camelot, a time of magic and Old Religion to rule once more. A new council was made, and they selected a leader. A young Dragonlord, who was not a noble by birth and had no title or a rank, became their new king.

When Balinor returned to his beloved Hunith into the small village of Ealdor, he was standing in front of her as a king, a savior of his kind, but yet so very humble man. They were married and she became his queen. After months later, a baby boy with amazingly beautiful blue eyes was born within the walls of Camelot. That child's very existence had made his future father to overcome his own fears and fight for a better tomorrow for them all. That made the new king realized, how special his son really was.

Queen gave their newborn baby boy to Balinor's lap with a smile on her weary face. Balinor felt they were so blessed when holding his first-born in his arms.

"Welcome my son…" he whispered softly to tiny black haired baby who looked like he was already studying his father face with frowning. "Have you been thinking any names yet, my love?"

Hunith gave them a loving gaze while lying in her bed resting. "I have been calling him Merlin. He seems to like it."

Balinor brought baby closer to his chest and smiled to him. "Merlin it is then," he said gently. The tiny one flashed a cute little smile to his father, and it made Balinor to shed a tear of joy.

Their lives were filled with love, and the life in Camelot was peaceful. The king and the council declared all men as equals; nobles and common men had same rights. The slavery was banned from the kingdom. Magic was once again allowed, but there were some restrictions for its use, such as the dark arts. Camelot became a safe haven to those with magic, and the new colors of Camelot's flag, dark-blue and white, became the colors of freedom. Three white dragons on a dark blue flag signified a new hope.

Two years later the royal family was blessed with a baby girl, who they named Mirela. The year's passed and little prince and princess learned to use their magical gifts. Even it was heavily prohibited by their parents; they used to tease each other with it.

After losing his battle against magic, Uther Pendragon was forced to leave his kingdom behind. If he ever should had returned he would had done it with the cost of his own life. A few times the defeated king tried to strike back, but he was forced to admit that magic and his enemies were now stronger than ever.

With a help of a few noble families which still was loyal to Pendragons, Uther managed to build a new home beyond Camelot borders. A once friendly neighbor king offered him a small piece of land from close of the borders of Camelot and Cenred's land. It was more like a wilderness out there, but Uther built houses for his family and for the families of those few trusted knights who still followed him. Their homes were protected by high stone wall, which made their settlement a sort of a fort guarded by knights and other guards. It was all necessary against brigands and other hostile visitors that used to swarmed in that corner of the land. The noble families had slaves to do their hard work, but there was still a lot to done for them also. It wasn't the kind of life Uther Pendragon would have wanted to his children, but it was yet a very much more than any common man could had even dreamed of.

Uther became a bitter man who hated magic even more than he used to before. Only thing kept him from losing his mind was his son Arthur. He loved his only son more than anything in the world.

When one of Uther's most trusted knights and friends, lord Gorlois, were killed defending their homes against raiders, his wife sought comfort in Uther's arms. Nine months later she gave birth to a baby girl she named Morgana. Morgana already had an older sister Morgause. Uther took them all under his roof and for a short moment of time they were a family. But then baby Morgana got sick and not even Gaius, Uther's loyal former court physician, couldn't help her. Girl's mother was desperate and couldn't see any other way to save her baby than magic. When Uther found out that she had used that forbidden gift of hers, he had her killed. He had also killed Morgause, if Gaius wouldn't had a chance to smuggle her to the priestess of the Old Religion. His own daughter, Morgana, Uther did not have the heart to kill, especially when little Arthur seemed to love her so much.

Years went by and Uther hoped Morgana would never find out of her magical heritage or of her mother's fate. Morgana grew up to be a beautiful young woman, a headstrong like her father. And her older brother Arthur was a handsome and upstanding man, who became a very skilled fighter in the guidance of his own father and the former knights.