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  Merlin’s Supernatural Academy: Summoning the Dragon

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Foreword

  Chapter 1.

  Chapter 2.

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4.

  Chapter 5.

  Chapter 6.

  Chapter 7.

  Chapter 8.

  Chapter 9.

  Chapter 10.

  Chapter 11.

  Chapter 12.

  Chapter 13.

  Chapter 14.

  Chapter 15.

  Chapter 16.

  Chapter 17.

  Chapter 18.

  Chapter 19.

  Chapter 20.

  Chapter 21.

  Chapter 22.

  Chapter 23.

  Chapter 24.

  Chapter 25.

  Chapter 26.

  Chapter 27.

  Chapter 28.

  Chapter 29.

  Chapter 30.

  Chapter 31.

  Chapter 32.

  Chapter 33.

  Merlin’s Supernatural Academy: Waking the Dragon | ... | Book #2

  Chapter 1.

  Chapter 2.

  Chapter 3.

  Chapter 4.

  Chapter 5.

  Chapter 6.

  Chapter 7.

  Chapter 8.

  Chapter 9.

  Chapter 10.

  Chapter 11.

  Chapter 12.

  Chapter 13.

  Chapter 14.

  Chapter 15.

  Chapter 16.

  Chapter 17.

  Chapter 18.

  Chapter 19.

  Chapter 20.

  Chapter 21.

  Chapter 22.

  Chapter 23.

  Chapter 24.

  Chapter 25.

  Chapter 26.

  Chapter 27.

  Chapter 28.

  Chapter 29.

  Chapter 30.

  Chapter 31.

  Chapter 32.

  Chapter 33.

  Merlin’s Supernatural Academy: Finding the Dragon | ... | Book #3

  Chapter 1 - Bryn

  Chapter 2 - Bryn

  Chapter 3 - Bryn

  Chapter 4 - Matthew

  Chapter 5 - Bryn

  Chapter 6 - Bryn

  Chapter 7 - Bryn

  Chapter 8 - Matthew

  Chapter 9 - Bryn

  Chapter 10 - Bryn

  Chapter 11 - Matthew

  Chapter 12 - Bryn

  Chapter 13 - Bryn

  Chapter 14 - Matthew

  Chapter 15 - Bryn

  Chapter 16 - Bryn

  Chapter 17 - Matthew

  Chapter 18 - Bryn

  Chapter 19 - Bryn

  Chapter 20 - Bryn

  Chapter 21 - Bryn

  Chapter 22 - Bryn

  Chapter 23 - Bryn

  Chapter 24 - Bryn

  Chapter 25 - Bryn

  Chapter 26 - Bryn

  Chapter 27 - Bryn

  Epilogue - Matthew

  Merlin’s Supernatural Academy: Conquering the Dragon | ... | Book #4

  Chapter 1 - Bryn

  Chapter 2 - Matthew

  Chapter 3 – Bryn

  Chapter 4 – Matthew

  Chapter 5 – Bryn

  Chapter 6 – Matthew

  Chapter 7 – Bryn

  Chapter 8 – Matthew

  Chapter 9 - Bryn

  Chapter 1o – Matthew

  Chapter 11- Bryn

  Chapter 12 – Matthew

  Chapter 13 - Bryn

  Chapter 14 - Matthew

  Chapter 15 - Bryn

  Chapter 16 - Bryn

  Chapter 17 - Bryn

  Chapter 18 - Bryn

  Chapter 19 - Bryn

  Chapter 20 – Matthew

  Chapter 21 - Bryn

  Chapter 22 - Bryn

  Chapter 23 - Bryn

  Chapter 24 - Bryn

  Chapter 25 - Bryn

  Epilogue - Bryn

  End

  Foreword

  This series was written during the first lockdown in 2020, and managed to keep me grounded throughout the year. It was my escape from the hell on the news and worldwide (while working as an apprentice as an essential worker). So I hope you enjoy Merlin’s Supernatural Academy as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  We all need wizards and dragons in our lives. Magic helps us escape. So I hope this series helps you escape too.

  Thank you for reading.

  Chapter 1.

  The train’s wheels vibrate beneath my feet as I gaze out of the window at that rolling green landscape.

  The Welsh countryside... It’s everything I dreamed it would be. It’s a place of myth and legend, and for a moment I forget about my old life back at Dallas, Texas, as I press my nose closer to the glass.

  Wales has to be one of the most awesome countries in the world. It even has a big, red dragon on its flag for crying out loud.

  One week ago I landed at Heathrow Airport, and after a short stay in London where I did all the typical touristy things, I finally headed up North to study my dream subject—zoology.

  Despite how excited I am, I’m still nervous. And my body won’t stop shaking.

  I’m still a little guilty about how I left things at home.

  Mom wasn’t happy when I told her I was leaving the states. She even threatened to tell my stepfather to set me straight, but Larry didn’t give two shits. He said it was about time I left the nest and got a life of my own.

  Not that I care what Larry thinks anyway. He’s abusive, and he will never be my father. I never saw what my mom sees in him. He’s grotesque and filthy and drinks his money away.

  However, I have never met my real father. The man is a mystery to me. He left my mom and me when I was still a baby, but he did leave me a nice bit of cash.

  And it was that cash that got me to where I am today.

  So after I filled in my student visa, I bought my plane tickets and never looked back. Mom will eventually come to her senses and leave that lowlife, who, by the way, hit us both on more than one occasion.

  Nothing has ever felt more right. In all my nineteen years, I’m finally where I belong. In fact, a foolish part of me hopes that I’ll see the silhouette of a dragon flying through the sky like I do in my dreams...

  But all I find is gray clouds.

  My eyes peruse the landscape for any signs of dragon smoke, but the only animals I see are fluffy white sheep. The train shoots past a
field where a flock peacefully graze in a corner. Just then, one startles, and true to their nature, the rest follow suit.

  I smile and sit back in my seat, facing my blonde, hazel-eyed reflection in the window.

  Almost there...

  I place my earbuds in and close my eyes, and the same dream replays behind my lids—a dream where I’m flying over rough, craggy hills, the mountains and the sea on either side.

  Something smooth, hot, and scaly undulates beneath my legs, but before I get a chance to look, I jolt awake, peering around the carriage.

  People are collecting their bags from the overhead racks. They look like students like me, so I search for my own luggage (a simple duffle and suitcase).

  I glance out the window and my stomach lurches when I see the sign.

  Bangor.

  We have arrived...

  My new home for the next three years.

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  I sink into my new mattress at last, and my head spins like I have just stepped off a carnival ride. The perky girl who had visited my dorm earlier finally left. Her name was Michelle, and she will be my new “peer guide” (as she kindly pointed out on her bright, vivid T-shirt).

  She was nice enough, asking me to text her if I need anything, but I’m too introverted for my own good. I need to recharge before I socialize again. I can already tell my roommates are going to be a handful, a good mixture of boys and girls as I’d requested when filling in my application for dorms.

  After what I went through for four years in high school, no thanks. The last thing I need is more female drama in my life.

  Though like Michelle, everyone was friendly and obsessed with my accent. I know. Weird, right? I’m the one with the accent now.

  I haven’t run into any trouble. So far, so good.

  Maybe a little too good.

  I cast my eyes about my new room. It’s no penthouse suite, but it’s comfortable enough. I have a view of the strait, the channel that runs between the mainland and the Isle of Anglesey. I fact, I can even see one of the local kayaking classes taking place on the water, and I feel a little inspired to have a go of it one of these days.

  Yeah, maybe...

  I take the crinkled letter out from my skinny jeans pocket, the university emblem at the top right-hand corner, and re-read for the millionth time.

  “Dear Bryn Williams. Congratulations. You have been accepted to study zoology and herpetology at Bangor University...”

  My fingers tremble, and I take several deep breaths. I still can’t believe my luck. Moving abroad to study has always been the dream, and now here I am at a cozy little university between the mountains and the sea.

  Bangor may be no Cambridge or Oxford, but its website boasts beautiful landscapes, fun-filled outdoor activities like kayaking and mountain climbing, and best of all, happy, smiling students. Plus, the university’s oldest building totally looks like Hogwarts, so there’s that too.

  There’s going to be a gathering in the school’s main campus in a few hours’ time, so I pull my laptop out and binge-watch my favorite anime for a while.

  The weather’s still awful, so there’s no point in going outside. Rain beats against the window, sending a shiver down my spine, and all I can think about are those brave souls kayaking out on the strait.

  Despite the cold, it beats the hot air of Texas.

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  I shiver on the school’s main campus, regretting that I ever missed the Texas heat.

  This sucks.

  A light drizzle coats my hair, and I wish I could just go back and watch my anime. I’m wearing a thin hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. Some students came prepared in their rain gear, putting me to shame.

  Compared to Texas, Wales is arctic.

  A group of brightly-colored peer guides arrive and march us into a large building. They’re second and third-year zoology students, so they all have been through this grind before, and are making sure we feel welcome. My dorms had held a barbecue and I’d been prepared to stay, but these peer guides are relentless and fished me out.

  My peer guide Michelle is among them. Not one professor in sight. A shame...

  We get an orientation of sorts, telling us about the local area and our upcoming classes, and yet again, the peer guides are chirpy. We even play a few games, one where we’re tasked with putting all the stages of mitosis in order since we’re all fully-fledged biology students now and should know our stuff. The fastest team wins and gets free drinks on tonight’s pub crawl.

  I strike up a conversation with two girls—Sophie from London and Megan from Liverpool.

  There are people from all over the UK, but there doesn’t seem to be any other international students. All around me are British accents, but a girl two seats down sounds a little American. But I can tell it’s just an affected accent she’s learned from watching cartoons.

  Before long orientation is over, and Megan tugs on my arm. I meet her bright blue eyes. She’s fair-skinned like me, but instead of blonde hair she has flaming red locks and a smattering of freckles, and it’s like looking at Merida from Brave.

  I hope she’s just as feisty.

  “Fancy coming for a drink with us, Bryn?”

  I blink, trying to figure out what she said. I did catch drink. I still need to get the hang of these accents, but the girl speaks too quickly. It’s very different from my soft, Southern drawl.

  Megan seems to catch on and speaks slowly now. “Sorry... would you like to join us for a drink? They’re about to leave for the pub crawl."

  I meet Sophie’s brown eyes on Megan’s right, and she’s the opposite of Megan— tanned skin and dark hair. Her thick brows rise above her stylish glasses, asking me the same question.

  Well, I may as well socialize for a few hours. Going home to watch gory anime would be a little lame at this point.

  We follow the rest of the flock like sheep and end up in the local town, slipping into pub after pub. The idea is to have a drink in each before we leave for the next. A little exhausting but fun. I talk more to Megan and Sophie, and once again I try to keep up with their native twangs. Sophie’s cockney isn’t too bad, but Megan’s scouse gets faster the more she drinks, but I soon find myself getting a little tipsy too, and then my Texas side comes out to their amusement.

  I will never say y’all for them though. No matter how much they beg.

  Eventually, I order a cab and head back to my room.

  Today really has gone well despite the fact I came home to a hallway plastered in mud. (Things must have really gotten wild at the barbecue). I slot my key into my door and stumble inside.

  Okay, maybe I’m a little more than just tipsy.

  Silence seeps into my ears, filling my brain and putting me at ease. I plonk my butt onto the bed again and rub my eyes. I think I’m going to like it here. I couldn’t have picked a better university. Everyone’s so friendly.

  I rub my eyes a little too hard next, and now I end up seeing stars. So when I open them again, I finally spot the envelope.

  I have received a number of flyers since I have arrived proclaiming free pizza and cheap shots, but this envelope really draws my attention.

  It appears to be written on an old-fashioned parchment with a wax seal, and I jump to my feet and pick it up off the floor.

  Maybe it’s an invitation to join some super-secret society.

  Written in some fancy scrawl, it is addressed to none other than yours truly. Maybe my acceptance letter to Hogwarts has come at last though eight years too late. Not that I’m pissed or anything.

  Yet there are no owl feathers to prove that it came by avian means, so I peel the wax seal, staring at the strange emblem. Two dragons curled together in a fighting stance.

  Dear Bryn Williams.

  You have been accepted into Merlin’s prestigious Supernatural Academy where you will learn all things whimsical and magical...

  Your classes start a week from Monday.

  Directions to the secret rendezvous point
are shown below.

  We look forward to seeing you...

  Yours sincerely,

  M.

  Who the fuck is M?

  Sorry for the language. What can I say? I’m drunk.

  I shake my head, cheeks flushing with rage. Just when I was thinking this was a nice little university, someone decides to write me this joke of a letter.

  Bullies, they’re everywhere.

  I grumble and toss the letter aside, and now it vanishes somewhere behind my bed. I bet it was that Jonathan. He lives at the end of my hall. I knew he was a clown the moment I met him.

  I rip my clothes off and slip my PJs on, then wipe my makeup off in a rage and climb into bed.

  Merlin’s Supernatural Academy?

  As if.

  Chapter 2.

  I wake to the sound of loud, female voices and pick up my phone. Nine am. Seriously? What’s the big deal? A girl needs her beauty sleep.

  Ugh... why did I have that second pint of Guinness?

  The women cackle, and it takes me a moment to realize they’re speaking Welsh. Rather beautiful, though a little coarse.

  I had signed up to study some Welsh, but it will clash with a lot of my mandatory classes. So there’s going to be scheduling issues.

  The women stop outside my door, and I grit my teeth. Fantastic. It just so happens that the supply closet is across from my dorm room. They must be the cleaning ladies.

  They continue their conversation. I listen even though I don’t understand what they’re saying. Sometimes there’s one word I pick up with it being the same in English, but it’s just insane to think that this island country has several different languages.

  A door opens up at the end of the hall, and I hear Jonathan’s smooth tone. “Ladies, mind keeping the noise down? It’s Freshers’ week. A lot of hungover students, you know?”

  The women laugh good-naturedly and apologize in English. “Oh, of course.”

  “Sorry to wake you.”

  I suppose it is just a normal working day for them with it being Monday and all, but Jonathan is one to complain. He was yelling down the hallway during the wee hours this morning dressed as Sonic the Hedgehog. There had been some fancy dress party I had missed.

  The women leave and carry on with their duties, but I decide to get up and wash my face in the basin beside my bed. I couldn’t afford a room with an en suite this year, so now I will have to share a bathroom with dirty boys (there’s still mud in the shower).