The Story So Far
Rebekah, daughter of Merlin has watched her lover murdered and has been fooled into believing her father ordered his death. She has been transformed into the dragon, Harmony and now seeks her revenge.
Chapter V: Dragon Love
The dragon came to Albion
as morning light did touch the land
and not a sound of dragonsong
escaped her lips as she did stand
upon the soil of Gaia once again.
She stood before Arthurian Court.
The light did her illuminate.
And for her father now she sought
and on this thought did ruminate:
that he his final lesson must be taught.
The sun, it rose into the sky
and mused she, that upon this day
she would, her father, make comply,
and maybe this would take away
the depths of torment that her heart did feel.
For mostly now, and oftentime,
of sanity was she bereft.
Her human thought, it did decline,
and mostly dragon heart was left.
And Merlin's death that process might now seal.
Then roared Harmony in rage,
"Show me my father, bring him here!
For nothing will my hate assuage
until I see him kneel in fear
and shed his blood for Vidar who is gone."
But nothing did disturb the sound of wind that blew between the trees.
No battle cry did there resound.
No army came now, her, to seize.
Only before her rose the blinding sun.
Then with no warning, nor with sound,
did Merlin stand before the Court
and thus did occupy the ground,
the very place that she had sought
to tear him bodily as had been done …
to Vidar, many decades past as she now never could forget.
Her memory would ever last
and in her heart was fully set
however much the dragon nature raged.
Then Merlin gently lifted up his voice and to his daughter spake,
"My love-child, thou didst surely sup a bitter drink -
thy heart did break and ever in this pain it is engaged.
Canst thou hear me my precious child?
Or is thy mind deluded so?
And is thy nature now too wild
to take on human form and go and walk with me and talk with me this day?”
The dragon stood its ground, but thought.
And deep within a tiny sound -
a single word it had been taught
replete with meaning, full profound:
'Twas "righteousness" - a word she could not say.
Her voice did growl from deep within,
"Why hast thou been the cause of death?
And was my lover lost in sin
that thou should leave me thus bereft
and aching, now, into death’s arms to fly?
And for thee now, no love I have
but hold thee just in deep contempt.
But unto thee my gift I'd give
and then my anger would be spent.
My father: 'tis a perfect day to die.”