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Prologue:
The beginning of a story is the easiest part to write. For always in the beginning everything is clear and concise. It is the moment when the author knows precisely what it is that they want to share and where it is that they desire to take their listener too. It is the fun part, the quick part, and the intriguing part but more importantly it is the magical part. Making it the oldest part.
For life is magic, it's beauty captured in the initial sparkle of dawns light to the gentle passing of clouds that soar high above the trees. Through nature plants it grows with their stretching leaves and twisting roots. It glistens in the shining blades of grass that are to the earth like hair, for you or I.
In all things does magic dwell, in all things does it show itself from the cry of newborns to the howls of wolves and the songs of the oceans whales. It rests in the silence of mountains and it bustles about in the buzzing of bees, blossoming into the beauty of flowers that crown the earth in splendor and color, like the jewels in a fine maiden's dress. And as magic exists in all things so then does it exist in the words of men.
Particularly stories.
Thus like the other numerous millions that have come before it throughout the rolling hills of time, this tale begins…
With the Words of Eternity.
Words of Magic.
Powerful words that mothers and fathers from time immemorial have spoken to all life's children in dimming evening hours…. there are variations…. there are countless. …different dialects… multiple tongues...but. …they each take the very same first ancient breathe…
"Once…Once…Upon A Time…."
' In…a ..land of myth and an age of magic….'
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Hunith couldn't sleep.
She was restless and worried, the winds were howling outside against her small home causing the wooden shutters to shake, as if they sought entrance? She shuddered as they prowled and blew across the top of her rooftop and toyed with the nearest tree branches causing them to sway and twine.
They felt like they were mocking her about her current state of being, "And perhaps the winds are? For am I not shivering and shaking as much as my little home is under their playful bantering," she thought fretfully as she glanced around her small cottage.
This place. This small little place was her home, it was where she had found new precious love kept hidden, and saved dear gentle Balinor. It was where she had made friends, cooked meals, birthed a child, and grew a life.
"Albeit a mortal life. But still hers….so why now? Why?" she wanted to screech.
Hunith let out a deep sigh as she went to stoke the small fire place in her house, she wore nothing more then a simple shift, and began rubbing her arms to keep warm, her chestnut hair was done down in a nice braid and all though she couldn't see them yet, she could already feel the changes coming over her.
"You knew," whispered her mind like a stinging kiss, "You've always known it wouldn't last."
Hunith slowly placed a log on her fireplace and knelt before it's hungry flames, she stayed that way for what seemed an age and watched the twirling fire throw sparks, as if hypnotized by them. Hours went by with each little light, and just when she thought the winds would blow her house away for good, they stopped.
Hunith's back stiffened and she felt herself freeze..
No more time….
Silence fell upon all of Ealdor, and the animals from the dull-looking cow to the dog near its master's bed suddenly grew awake, alert and very, very still. A shadow played across the tiny village of man, and from the trees to the tiny sprigs of grass all of nature seemed to grow heavy with a near human like awareness and a sense of uneasy quiet.
Something had come, and yet not so much as a cricket dared to make noise.
A mortal man who had been designated as the local watchman for the village that night had been enjoying a calm smoke from his pipe when he suddenly felt a great feeling of fear wash upon him? He turned around just as the moon's light peaked out of a cloud to reveal a great horned presence standing in the center of the village's square but instantaneously at the sight, the man fell off his stool into deep blissful slumber.
In fact in those same seconds all of the little village's inhabitants joined him in sleep as the stars alone laid witness to the black-clad horned figure's movements.
All but one villager, that is.
For the woman known as Hunith was still by her fireplace, and she was still very much awake.
The enchantment of the being having had no effect on her whatsoever...
The fire was flickering back and forth in curiosity and as Hunith stayed there kneeling by it, she finally felt her body shift completely, and she felt the diamond-esque tears begin to fall from her now glittering star like eyes, "Twenty-nine. Only twenty-nine years, so fast, so fast, barely even a blink, and my new born babe only turned a mere twenty-two years? Why now? I'm not ready. He's not ready," she thought in frustration.
"You knew this day would come," said a firm female voice as sharp as a sword.
"He isn't ready! I'm not ready!" cried Hunith aloud, refusing to turn around and face the truth just yet, "More time! I need more time!" she thought angrily.
The figure behind her seemed to scoff for a moment having heard both her inner and outer thoughts. It's eyes shone out of the darkness like two piercing jewels from the depths of the ocean though they were as cool as glaciers before it made a rather reproachful reply, "My dear girl, it is not up to you, when, where, or why. This is the one thing that for us, for our kind, just is. Nor will it be for any to decide in this matter and you know so. Tonight is the cusp of his mortal cocoon. You went through it once. As did I. As do we all."
Hunith remained stubbornly silent. It just wasn't fair!
The fireplace crackled, and one brave mouse risked a quick dash across the floor. The stars swirled in the night sky above and somewhere outside a raven? Nay a crow, called out to both Hunith and the shadowy figure with news. However only the later made a small gesture of an answer, by merely tilting their elegant horned head slightly back towards the huts open door in mild acknowledgement.
No reply came from Hunith to the crow, though she tried to send a gentle pulse to him through the air to let him know that she was not trying to ignore him, her mind was just consumed with worries.
A small caw spoke a gentle understanding of the situation, before the crow flew to a closer perch.
After some more stubborn silence from Hunith the horned being in the room grew all together a little impatient with Hunith and let out a vexed sigh of frustration that could have rivaled any dragons, "Child," it spoke, "Can one change the time of the tides or the hour of a birthing? Can one change the ways of the constellations or the dancing of the seasons? Can one take life without balance and yield no consequence? Can one break all the deep magic of the earth just to meet one's personal whims? Sweet Celestial Heavens dearest! You knew this would happen. We both knew this day would be so."
"BUT HE HASN'T A CLUE! AND I!? I!?" wailed Hunith her voice altering to an inhuman cry that sounded more like that of a dying animal and the breaking of shells, as she vainly began pleading with the horned figure now sitting behind her in a wooden rocking chair, "YOU CAN! You have the power! You are the High Queen of Annwn! Land of the Underground! None Higher! You can move the Stars for him just as you did me! Please, please fy Mam PLEASE! WERE NOT READY OH! PLEASE! I am afraid!"
For a minute the entity in the shadows of Hunith's house did not move, it fell instead into a deep silence, the silence of the frozen earth, and the world itself waited with baited breath before the figure whispered in a mournful melody the way only one of immortality could. It's sad unshakable reply, "My sweet daughter. I cannot. Nor will I try. It is time."
"Please… please ..Mother!...I beg …you…I'm…afraid…his father ….already left him with enough of a burden, and..our world…our world is…. A..a complicated…a.. ruin …..hiding…fading… anyway..…"
"Tsk. Tsk. NO. It most certainly is not," the figure stated cutting Hunith's sentence off with a huff and a wag of one long graceful clawed finger.
"What!? What do you mean?! But? But it has been years? Centuries? Eons?"
"Ie. It has indeed."
There was an audible silence as Hunith fixed her attention entirely on the being she was kneeling before, in shock. Her mind racing with the unspoken possibilities, the weight of truths up until tonight that had been kept secret, locked far away in the private places of her mind, unfolded. She had thought that she would have had at least one hundred years as a mortal before having to once again play part and pay attention to the goings on of The Kingdom of Annwn but now? Now with this new knowledge she felt a horrible certainty that after tonight her worlds were about to change forever.
Her and her son's lives were about to change completely, utterly, and permanently.
She stared at her mother. Those two unspeakably beautiful all-knowing eyes gazed on her with the softness of ashes and the harshness of ice. Hunith was not able to fully fathom her mother's expression, in that moment, she only knew that the Queen before her was speaking the truth, although there was hidden in those ageless orbs a tint of regret.
Under that gaze Hunith stilled a little, but she had to ask though her immortal body felt as brittle as sand and her petal like lips would not stop quivering, "Mam…you don't mean, but I thought? I thought Our Age, Our Way was over? That we were to remain hidden as Arawn decreed until…time itself Recycled?! Mam, I don't understand?"
From the chair the horned figure that was her mother, encased in darkness let out a long drawn out sigh that tinged the room with a warm spicy feeling of magic and slight disgruntlement. Then suddenly her mother rose with an alien grace and stepped as if from a dream into the firelight, Hunith couldn't navigate all the feelings she was suddenly overwhelmed by.
For it had been many years since last she had laid eyes upon one of her kind and fare few could compare with her mother's ardent beauty and awe.
Queen Badb of the Immortal Fey. The Warrior Queen of the Tuatha De Danann.
High Ruler of the Mighty Underground known as Annwn, the everlasting realm of Magic, stood before her daughter in all her imposing glory.
"Tonight, as has been foretold by the Druidic mortal prophecies, your son will succeed in what many have deemed impossible. He will prove to the Once and Future King that magic has a place in the world and can do wondrous wonderful things…." Spoke Queen Badb her words ricocheting off the walls of the small house and out into the darkness of the night like the rays of a meteor shower, "But…"
"But?" whispered Hunith.
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Queen Badb let out another slightly exasperated sigh as she gazed around her daughter Hunith's small human home before she turned to meet her youngest child's eyes. Here was the last and only surviving child of Badb's flesh that had survived the Slaughter. The only child she, Badb, as Queen, would have for at least another good three centuries, a merch gwerthfawr, a precious daughter, who already had spawned three little ones of her very own.
The oldest of which was falling asleep outside instead of keeping a good lookout. Badb let out a wolfish huff. It seemed she would have to lecture her eldest grandson right after his mother. Ah. Kin.
Still this situation would be hard for her daughter to accept already Badb could see her child quivering like a newborn foul before the anvil had even fallen.
Like her grandmother Rhianna, was her little Hunith, and her heart melted at the fleeting thought like the first fallen snow, yet what was done was done and what would be would be. She had no power to change this and so she did what she must.
She spoke only the eternal truth, "But by doing this great deed," began Queen Badb, "By breaking through his mortal father's, albeit dragon, blood, and bending time and space to meet his will, he will for the very first time move the stars themselves. He will do this for a friend…he will save this … rather...unworthy, tainted even, King Uther's life. However this action will cause two things to happen, and even as I speak they begin. Why? In my minds eye I see your son gathering things with shy Gaius, who is in futile trying to dissuade him…" Queen Badb paused for a moment and let out a small chuckle that chimed like little jingle bells, as she mused over the duos frazzled antics. Her cardinal red lips displaying a small glint for playful mischief before once more she spoke seriously.
"Yes. In approximately three mortal hours we will feel y diweddglo."
"The ending mother?!" exclaimed Hunith.
"Yes. My youngest tempest," nodded Queen Badb as she continued.
"Tonight the age of our absence in Aboveground ends. Tonight Time Recycles and a new age of this world will be born. Right in the wee early hours of darkness before the dawn as most things do. For it would seem that as your fathers death foretold the end of one eon, your youngest sons rebirth will begin the next," said Queen Badb gently.
Hunith's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and in her Fey form, now naturally restored, they shone like two large diamond mirrors in stunned awe as her mind frantically absorbed this fretful new fact the Queen had brought her.
Silence pervaded the room with Hunith's shock while outside the citizens of Ealdor slept on in ignorant enchanted slumber as the three Fey discussed their important business.
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Around the three beings the world of nature began to stir in excitement from the smallest ant to the largest old oak who struck up the task of whispering to the birch the news of the First Kind it had overheard, and as the tree whispered in the hollows of it's roots, deep in a burrow a fox pricked it's ears. Then the fox jumped out and told the badger, the badger told the wolf and the wolf told the owl, the owl told the birds and the birds told the deer until even the moon was gifted with the news.
The Fey, The First Kind, were returning to the world that for so long they had let Man dominate.
Once more the land would be undivided from the life giving essence that humans call Magic but what nature knows only as its hearts circulating blood.
In truth there are no tongues of Man that could or can capture all of what Magic and the Fey are to the makings and takings of the worlds, like the Unicorns they have ties to the universe that stretch beyond even a dragons comprehension, but never did Hunith dream that it would be her youngest son to reunite them once more to this realm.
Pride filled her as did trepidation, the shock alone was so great that she barely noticed her mother's claw like nails gently stroking over her iridescent starlit wings. Or the sudden soothing presence of her firstborn son, who in feeling his mother's and grandmothers distress had decided to fly down from his perch and enter his mothers mortal dwelling.
For a moment her family's presence was enough to quell the fear Hunith felt towards the future, but it soon built back up when she realized that her mother had yet to tell her something?
"Mam, you said that? That two things would happen?" the question barely making it out of her mouth.
"So I did," nodded Queen Badb, her black horns glimmering in the firelight.
"Mother?"
"My darling. You already know what the second happening will be," chided her mother as gently as she could, her voice like that of a female tigress picking up her kit as she drew her young daughter into the fold of her embrace.
"You mean….you mean?" choked out Hunith while one glistening tear fell down her cheek and turned into a perfect pearl before it hit the hardwood floor.
It was a small bit of magic but it was a thing of beauty for the unexpected end of Hunith's beautiful mortal life and that of her young sons, who after tonight would never again eat the same, never again touch the same, never again feel the same, or hear, or smell, or live as he had.
Now and with the world beside him all would be changed and somewhere beyond her selfish fey tendencies, Hunith could see in the distant future the new joy that awaited them, but for tonight and only tonight she would mourn the loss of her youngest babes infancy.
She would mourn the loss of Balinor's world. For as awful as it was it had been their world. Hers and His and a fey never forgets a single moment of what they consider to be a true union of life and love, no matter how many mortal or immortal souls they share themselves with.
No matter how many beginnings and endings they witness.
Through her mourning Hunith heard her mother, Queen Badb speak and it was with the voice that she knew commanded giants and sprung forth rivers, "Ie. Sweet Child. Your youngest born will grow into his horns. No longer will he be able to wear his human skin as he once did. It is time."
"I just wished I had prepared him a little better. Mam how will I explain?"
"You will explain as I did once with you."
"O Mam I fear his wrath will be quite something, I mean I have not told him anything, not so much as a riddle, he may become as mad as Aunt Macha!"
"Ie. Yes, I daresay that will be a vexing hindrance," was the matter of fact reply of the Queen's before she asked in a tone that only after a hundred years of living could cover up the underlying layers of dark sarcasm and disapproving speculation, "My dear girl you really didn't give him any hints at all about us? Not even a traditional 'bread crumb?'"
"I tried!" Hunith let out in a twinkle of sparks, "I did, but it isn't the same with humans as it is with shifters or selkies! His sister was so much easier! She guessed it! I fear this one is rather more like his father in regards to some things. The dragon in him always seemed to muddle his understanding and I couldn't break my binding!"
"Humph," snorted the otherworldly Queen, in what had to be the most graceful snort possible, "Well my dear there's no helping that. I told you dragons were troublesome and that includes those human off shoots."
"Mam!"
"They are rather like a breed of dandelions. Popping up wherever they please! Never considering that their root system could upset the order of a perfectly nice patch of clover…" muttered Queen Badb moodily as the room began to sway to dark shadows and thorny vines suddenly sprung over the floor of Hunith's house.
"Mam!"
"And I swear if I ever spend another solstice festival with that pigheaded Kilgaarah, it will be too soon! Do you know that he had the audacity to try to lecture me?" the thorny vines grew exponentially as the fireplace suddenly lit green for a moment in echo of the Queen's fouling mood, "ME? ME! ON how to read the language of Nagas! I? I?! WHO AM FEY! I who salvaged half his species and brought them to Annwn for their protection! I! I WHO SAVED HIS CLAN! That beast, that..that… fadfall gyda adenydd! Is a most annoying, rabble rousing, troublemaking…WHEN I FINALLY FIND THAT OVERGROWN NEWT! GREAT ARAWN'S ANTLERS!? I'LL!? Oooh! I WILL!.."
"WHAT ABOUT ME?! DID YA TELL HIM ABOUT ME MUM!?" cawed a loud excited voice interrupting Queen Badb's incoming rant rather fortuitously for the sake of Hunith's, now well torn up floorboards thanks in part to the magically induced thorny vines.
That with the startled change of their creator's mood swiftly blossomed and then wilted as if they had never been in the little house at all.
"Oh Diaval," whispered Hunith in fondness as she took in the form of her eldest child.
Across the room from the other two female Fey, now occupying the top of Hunith's kitchen table was a tall lithe dark haired male youth covered in black feathers from head to toe with pale ivory skin and pointed ears, happily helping himself to munch on some of the apples Hunith had placed in a bowl just this morning.
"Diaval! Don't stand on the table!" squawked Queen Badb her eyes flashing a magical golden green in annoyance, "Such manners our unbecoming of a High Prince of Annwn!"
"Ah. Gran don't get yur feathers in such a ruffle," laughed the handsome merry feather coated prince as he floated over midair to his mother's side. "What of my brother? Mum? Did ya tell m'brother about m'wonderful self at least?" Inquired the curious young male Fey.
Hunith looked into the strong gentle warm black animal eyes of her eldest son and felt the answer get stuck in her throat in shame. For a moment his expression matched his half-brothers so well the resemblance was uncanny and it made Hunith dizzy, for both her boys had something of her in their facial expressions, and it never ceased to delight and mystify her.
Yet she felt guilt spoil the moment of reunion for since the day her youngest had been born Diaval, the son of her first mate, a gentle shape shifting fey, had been more then thrilled at the news of having a sibling. For years he had begged for a chance to come Aboveground to bond with his baby brother only to be disappointed each time, for there were no exceptions to the Laws of Arawn. And the separation that Fey must undergo when it came to the mortal realm had kept Hunith bound to silence upon pain of what a mortal might call death. However, shifters are ferociously loyal pack-minded creatures, and try as she might to explain to Diaval who himself could move the stars if he tried, the risk? Well, he never quite understood or saw reason to obey Arawn's rulings, so Hunith had …fibbed the truth a bit.
None of that mattered now though.
Now the realms were converging once more, the paths reopening, doors unlocking.
So perhaps in hindsight risking one visit would have been preferable to today's events, but Hunith had assumed her youngest babe would not grow into his horns for at least another four decades.
It seemed she had planned poorly indeed.
Diaval must have read all this in her silence for suddenly he let out a loud annoyed tirade of cawing and squawks, "WHAT! KACKK! YOU MEAN MY BROTHER HAS NO IDEA ABOUT ME!? KACKCAWW! HE'S GROWING INTO HIS HORNS AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HE HAS SIBLINGS?! KACCKCAW! CAW! WHY BY ARAWNS ANTLERS DID YA NOT TELL HIM ABOUT MY BEAUTIFULLNESS! OR SISTER! SHE'LL SINK SEVEN SHIPS AFTER THIS! AND I'LL HAVE TO CLEAN IT UP! CAW! KACK!"
Black, blue and dark purple feathers filled the room in a sudden whirlwind that picked up dishes, dust, and other household objects in it's maelstrom as the young Fey pronounced his serious disapproval.
Just as quickly as the whirlwind started Queen Badb ended it with just one wave of her elegant hand, a thoughtful expression blooming on her face, "Enough Diaval. Calm yourself. My dear daughter. Your eldest makes a fair point and after your own display of anxiety I cannot help but feel that I must step in. The boy takes after me, his power alone will make the transformation…cumbersome."
"NO! NO! MOTHER IT'S TOO RISKY! SHOULD YOU BE SEEN! NO. No. Please mam I can do it! I just need a little more time…I just…" Hunith's sentence trailed off as two wise ocean orbs locked her in their gaze and her mother let out a slightly disdainful chuckle yet without malice.
"Dear daughter if you were able too. You would have done so by now. Nor would you have begged me earlier to prevent it. No," said Queen Badb calmly as a long black staff with a giant glowing emerald colored sphere of light at one end formed out of the very air and fell into her long fingered perfectly graceful inhuman hands.
"No. My dear merch gwerthfawr. I believe this one will need to be handled carefully. Besides it's time I met my youngest grandchild. After all who better to explain to him things then I?"
"AND ME!" Diaval interjected in a loud crow as he tried to pat down the dark feathers on his black haired head that had puffed up in his earlier exclamation, "Gran you have to let me come!"
Queen Badb raised one elegant eyebrow at his demand but nodded her great horned head in consent.
"Very well Diaval. You shall join me, but you must do as I say."
"Yes Gran."
"No. Tricks."
"When have I ever done tricks?"
"No Pranks."
"I'd hardly call this the time for a joke."
"Nooo. Surprises."
"…"
"Youngling."
"What about a happy birthday?"
"NO. Surprises."
"Ya know Gran. Sometimes temptation just happens."
"Diaval! Do you want to come?"
"Oh. Alright! Alright!...No surprises," agreed Diaval dejectedly.
"Very good," replied Queen Badb as she tapped the floor with her staff sealing the deal.
"But I won't like it!" Diaval retorted rebelliously, the Queen's attention though was now riveted on her mission so his sass was ignored …for the moment.
Now there were far more pressing matters. It wouldn't be much longer. Already Queen Badb could feel the tides of planets shifting, the boy was preparing his casting.
"Mother what if he doesn't believe you?" asked Hunith.
Against the dark doorway of Hunith's home with the starry night sky behind her, Queen Badb's royal horned silhouette could not be refuted. She was the embodiment of everything that only in the privacy of their dreams that the people of Camelot secretly thought of when it came to that most taboo of subjects.
She was Magic, but more then that Queen Badb was nature, mighty nature and with a firm tap of her glowing staff against the ground she replied to her daughter swiftly and without hesitation.
"Oh I'm sure he won't. All the more reason why we must be going now, dearest, you must return to Annwn. There you must wait in the Moor for our return."
"Yes your highness. Mam….please…try not to overwhelm him. Be gentle. Give him a little time before you bring him to our world. . maybe?" requested Hunith softly as guilt and worry still lingered in her fragile glass like heart.
"Tut. Tut. Child. I am over 170,000 years old. I know precisely what to do and when. Trust me. Love. Our young Merlin De Emrys will be fine. He is a Child of Annwn. A Tuatha De Danaan and I his Queen. All shall be as it should, " pronounced Queen Badb as she kissed her daughters forehead in farewell before she left in a flutter of sparkling shimmers.
There was no time to lose.
Shortly after Queen Badb left, High Prince Diaval came up to Hunith and gave her a quick smirking peck on the cheek before he transformed back into the striking dark crow he had arrived in and flew out the window towards Camelot after his grandmother.
When his flying figure was all but gone under the moons passing light all the village of Ealdor slowly began to awake none the wiser. In their drowsy confusion no one was able to notice the beautiful winged creature that soared over their houses protectively one last time before gifting their fields with prosperity as gratitude for her time having spent mortal amongst them in their little village.
No one heard her voice either of twigs & starlight whisper to the clouds in a mother's loving tone the simple name, "Merlin."
Before Hunith herself vanished.
All that remained by morning were fields full of bounty and a small ring of mushrooms, where Huniths house used to be, leaving the villagers come dawn completely mystified?
Disclaimer:-(O_-)
(Lifts up rock)….(Checks for angry fans of other stories started)..("Coast looks Clear?")
…So.
Where to begin? Right so I know that I have failed utterly and completely at updating and keeping up with my stories online. I also know that I have utterly failed at getting even close to finishing any of my other stories, and that I really have no business. NO BUSINESS.. whatsoever in starting yet another story!
X_X..
(This is where I fall to my knees and beg for your forgiveness)
((Like right now, yeah now I am on my knee's kissing your toes dear readers for understanding.))
But I just couldn't resist this or the …two... maybe three... possibly four...five...s..i..x..-_o.
Ahem. (yikes)
Other ideas being born in my skull! They just had to be put to paper! Oh lord...Okay so..I was going to try to be smart about this one. Truthfully I wasn't going to post it online until I had at least 5 chapters written prior, and my other fics updated at least once (god-willing) but and this is the important part:
I'm a really pathetically slow typer, I'm like the Snail Typist..(sob), plus my own editor, & with real life getting in the way & job drama. Well it just takes a super long time for me to write a bunch all at once & then post..
So...since I mostly just write for my own inner demons anyway & for fun, I decided, "To Hell with it! I'm posting whatever I have that's ready to be posted! Whenever I can, whenever I want! Consistency be D#$#2 %!"
However, I am sorry about the great lags in time between updates. Please believe me I'm doing my best here, when it comes to juggling my crazy life, but I can't promise anything except I'M STILL WRITING!
On that note I do have some sad news for my fans: My story Avengers Stardust Is officially on HIATUS. Will I continue it maybe, maybe not? I myself don't know at this time. Currently my brain is bouncing all over the place, but that is the only one of my works that is in danger of being abandoned.
Right well I don't think there's anything more to be said about that so onto..
-Facts for this Story-
Now let me explain something this fanfic is an A.U. and a crossover.
But not the kind of crossover one might presume in thinking. Meaning: I'm only taking certain character descriptions, personalities and aspects of things and blending them.
Therefore things will not be canon. And yet hopefully the originality that does show will shine through.
So what am I crossing over? Well here it is: This is a MALEFICENT, Random Old Folklore, and Merlin Fanfic.
However, it is heavily being influenced by outside sources such as the Mabignonian and the Tuatha De Danaan, Irish & Welsh & other Lore all rolled together in a heaping pile of god only knows what!
THINGS TO KEEP IN MIND FOR THIS TALE ARE AS FOLLOWED:
1. After much self- conflict and debate the language for the Fey in this story will be: Welsh.
I wanted it to be Old Irish-Scot-Gaelic? But I couldn't find an easy translator online, (I know very sad really blame my pathetic American raised brain). All in all I'm going to try to go a little easy on the language thing. I will probably be working around it but again who knows!?
Right now I see this story as having a total of maybe twenty-six chapters in the long run?
And as for the T.V. Show Merlin's magic etc: According to the Show's cite the spells are Old English? I found a translator for that so that's what I'll be using or trying to use...sigh.
(Get ready for the butchering of languages all around!)-_-...
2.
Now timeline wise: THIS STORY TAKES PLACE AT THE VERY VERY BEGINNING OF SEASON 4 FOR THE BBC T.V SHOW MERLIN: DURING THE EPISODE OF THE WICKED DAY- HOWEVER THE TWO EPISODES THAT HAPPENED PRIOR- CALLED THE DARKEST HOUR I BELIEVE? WHERE MERLIN & ARTHUR ARE PITTED AGAINST THE DOROCHA. NEVER HAPPENED.
THOSE TWO EPISODES DID NOT HAPPEN IN THIS FANFIC.
MORGAUSE IS STILL ALIVE.
LANCELOT IS STILL ALIVE.
MERLIN AND FRIENDS HAVE YET TO ENCOUNTER THE CAILIECH (CAELICH)((I do believe I've spelled that wrong? Apologies.))!
ELYAN, GWAIN, LEON, PERCIVAL, AND LANCELOT ARE ALL KNIGHTS.
THE EPISODES UP AND THROUGH SEASON 3- UNTIL 'THE COMING OF ARTHUR' WENT THE SAME WAY THEY DID IN THE SHOW.
HOWEVER, DURING 'THE COMING OF ARTHUR' A FEW THINGS REGARDING CENRED & MORGANA WENT DOWN DIFFERENTLY. FOR ONE SHE WASN'T CROWNED AND DIDN'T KILL CITIZENS.
As the story moves on the plot will explain itself.
3.
Now….For the MOVIE Maleficent part.
IT'S MOSTLY AN ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE IN REGARDS TO THE FILM.
QUEEN BADB: IS FOR ALL ACCOUNTS MALEFICENT BOTH IN PERSONALITY AND APPEARANCE JUST WITH A NAME CHANGE, other Original Characters may even use the name Maleficent in regards to her.
ALTHOUGH SHE WILL IN PART TO HAVING A VERY DIFFERENT HISTORY AND SIBLINGS WILL NOT SHOW THE SAME CHOICES ETC..
EXPECT VARIATIONS!
THERE WILL BE A KING STEPHEN INVOLVED.
THERE WILL ALSO BE AN AURORA WITH A SIMILAR SITUATION AS MALEFICENT, MOST LIKELY A NAME CHANGE AND ALTERNATIVE LIFE. I AM AT THIS POINT UNDECIDED.
DIAVAL: IS THE SAME IN ATTITUDE & APPEARANCE ALTHOUGH PERHAPS EVEN MORE GORGEOUS,
((yes. Yes. I'm a fangirl. I can't help it. Sigh. He's just so much fun! Ahem.)) AND MOST IMPORTANT HE IS IN THIS UNIVERSE: QUEEN BADB'S/AKA/MALEFICENT'S FIRST BORN GRANDCHILD VIA HUNITH.
MAKING HIM MERLIN'S ELDER BROTHER & CROWN PRINCE!
Now..there will be other characters like the three fairy's and such, but everything will be altered and probably messed with. You the readers and I the writer will see what happens as I progress, (god willing, brace yourselves, this could all blow up in our faces.)
4.
IN REGARDS TO OLD FOLKLORE: IT'S A RIGHT PROPER MIX MASH!
(Well! Claps hands together) I do believe that will help everyone.
All in all I do not own any characters that are recognizable to a T.V. Show or Film. They belong to someone else but if anyone knows how I can get a job for those people please let me know!
What I do own is the idea of mashing things together in this unique way and any original characters that have no basis on anything else. For example in later chapter Aunt Macha or Merlin's half sister will be my own personal creations.
And thus this disclaimer is complete.
Now on to more writing!