Disclaimer; I do not own Merlin or Doctor Who but if owned both would conjoin them every once in a while for some fun adventures.

Also for some cheesecake.

That is all.


A flake of snow drifted heavily towards the ground, the pure white of the element wrongly coloured with the stain of fresh blood. As it gracefully fell towards land the heads of the people around the oddity turned; seemingly entranced by its rich colour. They reached out to touch the oddly red flake, to feel the warmth of the touch that the blood would bring. Alas the flake found its victim in a young girl of no more than four years, left abandoned and weeping in the middle of the street. Using the forces of the wind the flake edged itself closer as if it may settle on her gently and lay on the lovely brunette pin-straight locks that tumbled from her head. But just as it moved to settle on her skull, the flake split apart, the drop of rich blood now moving to land on the young girls arm and the white snowflake continuing to gracefully fall on the girl's hair. Seconds passed in the air as the elements made their way towards their targets when finally, they both landed on the girl with a flash of light.

In that blinding flash the scene changed and the girl had grown into a beautiful young lady with the purest white hair that could be imagined. Her body was clad in iron armour that was splattered with the dripping blood of dead men; the covered etchings of flowers and curved lines her 'Father' had insisted for a 'more feminine' look seeming pointless at that moment. Around her were the bodies of dead men, lifeless and pale with gashes spouting blood from their most vital parts of the body. The lady discarded their loss however, for this was not her first time seeing death or a battlefield for that matter. She glanced behind to the burning castle that was her home, standing tall and proud atop the mountain where it had always seemed indestructible to her. The fair city of Camelot, ruled by a King and Queen that would be suitable for governing the gods. The only family that the lady was restored with and her only home burning in a crumbling mass. The Lady turned her head hesitantly back to the road that lay before her, the thoughts in her mind taking a saddening turn as she realized with a tear she would not be returning to her home.

With a flash of light the Mulberry Inn was filled with the sounds of shattering screams as a woman woke up inside. Her tattered hands gripping at the scratchy sheets as a shooting sensation shot up her arm with renewed fury. The storm outside raged on deafeningly, drowning out her screams with its thunder as she let them loose. When she'd finally calmed herself the woman stared out into the black abyss of the night outside as her lungs heaved with exhaustion, the shooting feeling still filling her arm painfully as she did so. When she finally fixed her eyes on her arm she saw the familiar white, glowing swirls and flowers that had grown to cover her arm over time. After a while when the pain finally subsided and the glowing dimmed she immersed her fingertips through her auburn locks, darkened by the dim light of the room.

"Just a dream, not the moment." She chanted to herself repeatedly. The chant had become a sort mantra for herself for a while now and she found herself repeating the phrase after every one of her dreams.

As calmness took over her she raised her bluish grey eyes to stare out the window as lightning flashed and rain spluttered against anything within its reach. Finally falling back onto the hard pillow she muttered a "Just a dream Serena, not a memory" one last time before she felt the heaviness of sleep enclose her.