Chapter 1
Clockwork couldn't help his eye twitching. Really, anyone would be annoyed at just what was going on.
"Writer and Clocky sitting in a tree, K I S S I N G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes ba--"
"GRAH!" tossing his staff to the side Clockwork stalked over to his current nuiscance, tail vanishing for his recently more often preferred legs since the last debacle as human. "Daniel if you refuse to shut up about Writer and myself I will be forced to take action!"
"How?" Daniel questioned hanging upside down from one of the random clocks. His hair fell around his face as he stroked his goatee. "There's not much you can do, and really Clocky you can't get away from me! You and I both know it~"
Clockwork's eye twitched before he took a deep breath and a smirk found its way onto his lips. He remembered once, in his original foray into the Human World as Merlin, what his then-father Balinor had told him.
'You are the last Dragonlord now. You alone carry the ancient gift. Deep within yourself you must find the voice that you and Kilgharrah share, for your soul and his are brothers. When you speak to him as kin, he must obey your will.'
Clockwork's smirked widened as he tugged his staff from where it had fallen back into his hand and turned towards his rather annoying, upside down hanging twin who hadn't really stopped talking.
"For a guy who is really so prudish and childish you sure do get it up with Writer oft--hey Clocky what are you doing?!" Daniel shrieked as he found himself suddenly wrenched from his position to flaoting in front of a sadistically grinning Clockwork.
"You wish to annoy me then you'll face the consequences," Clockwork uttered. "Have fun as an imprisoned Dragon, Daniel!"
With a wave of his Time Staff he shoved Daniel into a portal of his own making. Another wave pulled up a screen that showed a newborn baby Kilgharrah.
Clockwork smirked.
"Kilgharrah why are you glaring at me?" Balinor found himself asking, sweat nervously beading down his neck.
"You give birth to my hated spawn of a twin," the Dragon muttered, "who has forced me to live out this life. Why else would I be glaring at you? I'll make his life hell, I swear it."
Balinor stared and wondered if maybe he shouldn't have tried to befriend this Dragon. He was obviously insane.
Kilgharrah just snickered, a dark grin entering his face.
"Oh yes, I'll make his life hell...."