A/N - Lady of The Lake AU!
Just a little idea that popped into my head the other day. I wrote it in first person because that's something I've never done before and I wanted to give it a shot.
Enjoy! :)
I ran vigorously through the forest, branches struck my face, stones pierced my feet, but I kept going. This was my life, always trying to escape from those who would seek to destroy me. I was dangerous, cursed. Nobody loved me, how could they? I was a monster. The chilly air nipped at my pale skin like a thousand sharp quills. I could sense the men closing in on me, the sound of hooves pounded at my heels, reminding me of the drums that would play when I was lead to my death. I wept as I ran, knowing that there was no escape. I felt a hand grab at the hem of my dress. Another hand grabbed my arm. I was pushed to the ground, I fought to get up but it was no use. I cried out in pain at the burning sensation of the ropes that had been tied far too tightly around my hands and ankles. I was thrown into a cage, my body hit the hard wood floor with a thud. Splinters from the well-aged oak dug painfully into my skin, I cried. We traveled for many days, where we were going, I didn't know. The men treated me cruelly, poking me with sticks and throwing rocks at me whenever I tried to escape from my prison. Not once did they feed me, never did they offer me a drink. By the end of that miserable journey I was too tired and far too weak to even think of escaping. The took me to a castle, a grand castle. I would have admired its beauty had I not know that it was to be the place of my execution. The cage door opened, one of the men lead me from my cell. He dragged me through the castle until we came to what I assumed to be the throne room. I was cast onto the floor, shaking and trembling. They spoke to the king, but what they said didn't register. When I looked up to hear what they were saying, my eyes met with that of a young man. He was obviously royalty, but unlike the other nobles in the room, he looked kind. His eyes were full of compassion rather then the contempt that filled the eyes of his companions. I stared at this tall blond man, my brown eyes lost in his deep blue. Even as I was hauled away, I held our gaze. I felt a strange connection to him, a bond. My emotions puzzled me, not since the death of my family had I felt such feelings for a person. I sat for hours in a dreary prison cell, pondering over the days events. My ears heard the sound of a door being unlocked, but I didn't bother to look up. I heard a voice, but I didn't stir. A hand touched my shoulder, I jumped up, ready to defend myself. My eyes grew wide, I stood speechless, he was here.
"It's alright." he told me. "I'm not going to hurt you." With that he scooped me up into his arms and carried me through the dark, erie castle halls. The sound of ringing bells shook the walls. The look of alarm on his face told me that we were in danger. He broke into a run and slipped into a room at the end of the hall.
"These are my chambers, you'll be safe here until I can get you out of Camelot."
"Why did you do that?" I demanded, speaking for the first time. "Why did you save me?"
"I'm not like my father, I don't believe in killing innocent people simply because of the powers they were born with." His father? This man, my savior, was the king's son? I stared at him, not knowing what to say. "I'm Arthur." he introduced himself. "What's your name?"
"Freya." I croaked, my throat still dry from the long, terrible journey I'd suffered. As if he could read my mind, Arthur poured a glass of water and handed it to me. I took it gratefully, drinking every last drop. I wanted to talk to him, but sleep had other plans for me. My eyelids grew heavy, and before I drifted off into a deep slumber, I felt him lift me onto his bed.
A/N - Please review! More to come soon! :D