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Our history is filled with many great tales.
Tales of daring knights fighting monsters with nothing more than swords and their fellow Knightly brothers at their side, tales of betrayals where love wins and tales surrounded in great mystery.
The story of King Baelon Targaryen and his Queen Hemlock Targaryen is one such story that is filled with great mystery, It is a story that has captured the hearts of historians and lovers of romance alike.
A tale that had been lost to the folds of time, leaving behind nothing but whispers dancing on the winds of time.
Now, it is time for their story to be told.
Their love story began when a homeland burned with war and fire, and a decision was made to leave in search of a new place to call home.
A new home during an age when the mighty dragons still flew in our sky…
A cough left her mouth as fire burned around them…everything had gone wrong, so very, very wrong.
All thanks to the fucking Minster of Magic, a muggle-born born into to much money, who believed he was a god among people had used his money (his charm) to buy his way into the Ministry (it seemed that were money was involed the Pureblood would overlook someone’s blood) easily become Minster and then somehow he convinced them, to reveal themselves to the public, convinced them that if the non-magical attacked they could win as they had magic.
It had been a fucking shit show as things turned nasty real quick and before anyone could blink a war the likes of which never seen before had broken out across the world, as two sides formed, with one side wanting them dead, locked, caged and enslaved, while another wanted their freedom in the end, blood soon ran down the streets, as corpses littered the streets and landscape.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears as she remembered how families turned against each other, how whole families were whipped out because those who were cast out saw this as their chance to get revenge (never realising how the leopards they had unleashed on their families would turn and eat them next) and helped the attackers to get into the home and safe havens.
She remembered how any child born showing signs of magic was taken away to be ‘cured’, her stomach turned as images of finding bodies after bodies of babies in one camp she had raided, hoping they had got there in time , only to find they had been to late and the prisoners had died after their magic was torn out of them.
She remembered magical schools burning , remembered finding Hogwarts reduced to a pile of rubble after being bombed, killing all those who had taken shelter inside the great stone walls, hoping that they would be safe.
During her short life on earth, Hemlock had felt many things
Hated. Hatred for the Aunt and Uncle and how they treated her, and on some level she hated Dudley too, but before the everything went to shit the pair had drew a line in the past, they would never truely be family (to much hurt and pain had burned that bridge before it could be built), but they didnt have an understanding.
Freedom. The freedom that came with flying through the starlit skies, the freedom that came with looking out across the same sky, knowing that the possibilities of exploration were near-endless.
Fear. Fear of been forced into the damn cupboard only being let out for the bathroom, before being forced back in there. Fear of being denied food (food she cooked), simply because her uncle was in a bad mood and was looking for someone to blame. Fear of hurt…Fear of dieing.
Love. Love she had for her friends and her dearest companion.
Hurt/pain. Hurt that no matter what, her family would never love her, hurt that the place that should have been safe, somewhere she belonged, was a place that just piled on more hurt.
And yet, none of that came close to the feelings that passed through after witnessing everything they had done to the magical children, to the animals, and to the innocent people who tried to help save the magical from the slaughter they were facing.
For the first time in her life, she had felt pure burning rage and a desire to spill blood, to see their attackers' world burn, and their world burned. If they wanted a monster so bad, then Hemmlock would give them one, she would give them a monster to be feared until the end of time…so she filled the once blue skies with ash and the screams of death, she brought fire and rained blood upon them and all who followed them as House Potter feasted on its enemies' bodies…
Sensing movement to her right, Hemlock turned slightly and smiled at her dragon, Mors, who gave a sad groan, as she lay her head by her rider, sensing her emotions. Reaching out with her hand, Hemlock stroked Mors’s head. A small smile fluttered on her lips as she remembered finding the Mors’s egg, deep within the deepths of her ancestryol home Pendragon (later she had changed her last name to Pendragon, the name sounding right on her lips), how she had felt something deep within her call her to the egg the same calling she had with her beloved Owl, which soon hatched, revealing her brilliant lady who quickly chirped at her before making herself at home on her shoulders.
The first time they took to the skies (just mere months before the fall), it had been amazing. Hemlock had always loved the skies, loved the sense of freedom that came with traveling through the clouds, the freeing feel of the wind, but flying on a dragon’s back was something else, something truly magical that one had to experience for themselves, as no words could describe the feeling that came with flying on dragon’s back.
Back then, Hemlock felt as though nothing could stop them. Back then, she thought that she could be free…but that was then, it was the past and no longer mattered, the only thing that mattered now was leaving this world, where magic was dying, a world that would soon be burning thanks to the actions taken which had scared their world to the point it that soon it would be no more.
For months, Hemlock had searched through ancient texts, hoping to find…salvation for the ones left from the slaughter, and eventually, after months of endless searching, she found it, a book containing knowledge of how to open gateways to another world.
Only it came with two catches. The first, a willing sacrifice must be made in order to open the gate, and the other, once closed, the gateway could never be opened again; you could never return to the world you left behind.
Luna had volunteered to be the sacrifice; she had been dieing at the time (the spell only cared if the sacrifice was willing), from having her magic torn out of her and being tortured for weeks on end before Hemlock finally managed to track down where they were holding her.
Hemlock hadn't wanted to kill her friend, hadn't wanted to ask someone to make that sacrifice…she wanted to find another way that didn't involve another life lost of an innocent, but she didn't have time to find another way, they needed to leave and they needed to leave NOW. So it was with a heavy heart when the moon was at its highest, she took the life of her friend (silently asking her friend to forgive her) and watched as Luna's blood travelled through the groves of the carved stone before crystallising into the ruins of the gateway.
Stepping into the building, she saw the few magicals (and their allies) left in England standing in the building, dirt and blood covering their clothing.
“Everyone ready?” she asked as she looked at them.
No one spoke; instead, they simply nodded their heads, each of them tired and in their own ways each defeated, their spirits all but broken from losing some many people and being betrayed by those who should have been on their side. Turning to the gateway, Hemlock raised her hand and began to chant the spell needed to open the gateway. The wind picked up and swirled around her as she used the last bits of magic their world contained to open a portal.
Once the glimmering portal was opened, she turned to the mgaicals and was about to give the order for them to walk through it when the ground near them exploded as they were attacked by an army of witch hunters.
“GO! I’ll keep them busy!” she yelled as she mounted her dragon and took to the sky before she began to engage in a ‘dog’ fight with the military planes. Mors breathed fire upon them as bullets whizzed past her, grazing her arms at one point.
Commanding her dragon, they twisted and turned from the planes, rider and dragon working as one, as they worked on taking out their attackers. Directing Mors to fly lower, she turned her attention to the army on the ground, commanding Mors to breathe fire upon them, the men's screams of pain quickly filling the night sky as they burned.
As one, they twisted out of the range of fire, the bullets not even piercing Mors's thick scales.
A bloody chill shriek filled the air, and Hemlock cursed as a half-blood witch who had turned on them summoned a creature of dark magic.
$Bad, bad twisted dragon$ Mors grunted, her jaw snapping at another plane ripping its wing, causing the plane to fall from the sky just as Hemlock cast a blood-boiling spell at the pilot, killing him.
$Very Bad…Mors, let's go$ she replied as she threw another spell at the men, watching as they scattered, before she commanded Mors to fly up.
$We fight! ” Mors growled, ready to fight the other dragon creature, breathing a short burst of fire.
$Yes, we fight, we win$
Mors let out a roar before she flew at the creature, breathed fire at it, causing the twisted being to cry in pain before it swiped at Mors with its claws, scratching the young dragon. Hemlock gritted her teeth as she pulled at the reins, narrowly missing another hit from the creature.
Diving forward, they launched another attack on the creature. Mors’s claws tore at its skin, making its thick black blood fall over Mors’s claws and down to the ground below them, the toxic blood of the being melting the men it fell on. The creature swung its head around, its teeth latching onto Mors before it tossed the young dragon, making them almost fall out of the sky. Mors gave an angry cry before breathing fire at the being, making it thrash before it flew towards them at frightening speeds.
They turned at the last moment, Mors’s spiked tail, reaching up and slashing deep into the being's stomach. However, the being didn't fall to the ground; instead, it turned and chased after them, landing a few hits as it tried to knock them from the skies. Both rider and dragon battled fearlessly against the monster, claws and magic hitting it as they worked as one to bring it down from the skies
$Mors?$ she called as she sent another ball of magic at the being's face, watching as it made contact with its eye, destroying it.
$ Yes. $ Mors asked as she sent another fireball at the being, hitting its wing.
$Down. Let's see if this thing will die or weaken once its caster is dead.$
Mors grunted and did as she had asked and dove towards the ground, roaring with predatory bloodlust as she opened her mouth and breathed blue fire upon the soldiers, the witch who had created the creature ran, pushing soldiers out of her way and into the line of the fire that was quickly burning everything in its path to ash, before she screamed out as Mors grabbed her before Hemlock commanded Mors to fly higher.
“Please! Mercy!” The witch cried as she flung about in Mors's claws
Hemlock didn't reply to the woman's pleas for mercy, for forgiveness to be spared (there was no forgiveness to be found within her heart of the woman, Instead, she looked the witch in the eyes, her eyes cold and filled with rage, before she commanded $Mors, kill$
The woman had little time to react before Mors’s claws tore into her, ripping the woman in half, coursing blood to rain down onto the ones below before letting go at what was left of her body and watching as it dropped to the ground. Hearing a screech fill the air, Hemlock turned to see the being thrashing in the sky, before it made its way towards them. However, Hemlock could tell that killing the caster had greatly weakened the twisted being..
$Looks like with her death, it has weakened it slightly.$ She said as she readied herself for the fight (looking towards the gateway, she could see that almost all of them were almost through the gate, she just needed to keep the emmy busy a little longer)
Mors simply growled in response to her words, tightening her hold on the reins. She commanded Mors forward, clashing with the monster in the sky. Claws ripping into each other and teeth tearing into flesh as blue flames lit the night sky and the smell of burning and charred flesh engulfed the air and then it was as if time had slowed and Hemlock watched as the being eyes became lifeless, its body stilled before Mors reased it from her jaw and it fell to the ground crush those under it before turned to smoke.
But as quickly as relief of the battle being over filled her, it left as to her horror, Hemlock felt themselves begin to fall, Mors’s body twisted and turned as both dragon and rider worked together to try and regain control, to keep themselves in the air…before they could hit the ground a blinding light engulfed them and the last thing Hemlock heard before falling into darkness was Luna’s joyful laughter.