Hi again, Merlin fans! I know I'll never finish a long story, however much I want to, so I'm going to post this- hopefully you guys like it- it shouldn't be too long. Enjoy!

Chapter One- Uther

Uther lay in bed that night, for some reason he couldn't apprehend, awake. Why was he awake? Because he was thinking of the girl-sorcerer. There had been a trial for a nine year-old girl, accused of sorcery. She had blonde hair and blue eyes that felt like they were assessing you. He was sure he recognised her from somewhere… from before Arthur was born- but that was impossible- the girl was only nine, she wouldn't have been alive when Arthur was a baby…

The girl had used magic for her own gain. It was wrong, it was against all laws in Camelot. Trials for sorcerers had never affected him like this. There was something about that child that was different from normal children. They normally cried, begged, screamed for their parents. Uther had grown a hard shell- he'd become immune to their cries. But this girl was different. She had just excepted her fate with a knowing smile. A smile that sent shivers down his spine.

He'd sentenced her to death. She was a sorcerer. She would be burnt at sunrise.

Uther could feel a pair of eyes on him. Watching him, assessing him. Years of army combat and training had taught him to know when he was being watched- and now he was certain. He strained his ears for the slightest sound, though couldn't hear anything.

Then he heard a whisper. "I know you know I am here, Uther."

He reached for the dagger under his pillow, and sat up in his bed sharply. He dropped the dagger onto his lap in shock as he saw the very person he'd been thinking of, watching him. "What are you doing here?" He hissed.

He opened his mouth to yell for guards, but the little blonde girl simply smiled, clicking her fingers. The doors to his chambers opened, revealing his guards lying on the floor. He stared in horror. "You've killed them!"

She shook her head. "No, they are merely asleep. Albeit only I can wake them… along with every other person in Camelot…"

Uther stared. "Who are you? Why do I recognise you?" His voice was hoarse- he no longer felt like Uther Pendragon- he felt pale.

She sighed, tears sparkling in her eyes. "I had wondered whether you forgot…" She laughed slightly. "There is no need to be afraid of me, Uther… I will not hurt you."

She walked back into his chambers and sat on one of his soft armchairs, her knees hugged to her chest. Uther hesitated, before sitting in another armchair, metres away. "Uther- I will tell you now some advice you will evidently not heed- but I will try. Magic is not evil."

Uther hissed and flinched. "It corrupts the soul."

"No." The girl said forcibly. "No, Uther, it does not! You cannot punish people for what Nimueh did to your wife!"

"How do you know about that?" Uther roared.

The petite nine-year-old girl closed her eyes. "You must stop killing innocent people- it will one day be the death of you. Heed my words, Uther, or you will sourly regret it."

And she disappeared. Uther blinked as he heard clangs of armour outside his door- the guards had awoken.

Having re-read through it, I've realised it isn't the best- but hopefully my writing will improve… I know Uther seems a bit OTT, but I think it works with the story.

And, if anyone can tell me who this mystery girl is, I will dedicate the story to them! There will be more clues as the story continues. Come on, guess… *evil laugh*