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Day: 3
Title: How Magic Was Banned
Pairings: implied Merlin/Arthur
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine
“Is this really necessary?” the Dragon huffed out, flames spurting between each word. He stopped and panted.
Uther poked him with a sword.
He blew out another fireball.
There was an awkward silence, filled with dancing flames and beings that were incapable of apologising.
The Dragon protested his unfair treatment, “All I said was, he’d make some warlock a lovely wife someday! So cute and blond!”
“My son? The heir to Camelot? Married to a man? A Pendragon the girl in a relationship?”
“You can’t stop Arthur meeting a nice magic user, falling in love, settling down, maybe having children…Magic does so come in handy for that…”
“Yes, I can! And I will! I’ll rot in hell before I see my only son give birth to grandchildren! And why did you stop?”
The Dragon sighed, and blew out another trail of flame.
“Well, what are you going to do, ban magic?
The smile the king gave was sinister, even considering it was lit by magical flame. “That’s exactly what I’ll do!”
“I didn’t mean it!”
“Tough. Keep going.”
“Don’t you have enough by now?” The Dragon asked, “How many torches do you need for one christening?”
“More,” Uther growled.
“Do they have to be lit by me?” The Dragon griped.
“Yes. Only 100 left. That’ll teach you to make crass remarks about the manliness of Pendragon men.”
“Manliness, sure.” He blew out a few curls of fire, misjudged the last one and hiccupped, smoke drifted out of his nostrils. “You weren’t serious about that magic ban, were you?”
“Not unless you were serious about my son-in-law.”
“…Ah.”