Hello there humans (or cats, or dogs, or *gasp* timelords?)! Inspired by the likes of Emachinescat and Kitty O, and hoping to (someday) join their ranks, I have decided to write my very own Merlin fanfic! Wow...I sound like such a noobzor...
Anyways, if you are reading this you obviously like Merlin. That, or you stumbled across my account while reading Hunger Games fanfiction, found The Fire and Ice Games, and, for some unknown reason, decided to look at my profile, where you found this story and decided to read it. If you haven't read The Hunger Games, read it now. Then read Catching Fire, and then Mockingjay. If you have read the whole Hunger Games series and loved it, good for you; you are an amazing person/fish/alien. If you have read the whole series and you hate it, then you can go die in a fiery pit of DOOM with Gale and Morgana (Kidding! Kidding! I love you all! Even if you don't like/ haven't read The Hunger Games, and I actually think that Gale is a great person...Peeta is just a bajillion and one times better than him). Wow, look at me, going off on a tangent like this, and I'm not even talking about Merlin. Shame on me. Shame on you, for continuing to read this. Shame on me again, for continuing to lead you on a wild goose chase into the middle of nowhere, where you will get completely, utterly, and hopelessly lost, run out of water, and most likely die. Luckily for you, I don't like it when my readers die, so I'm just going to shut up now and let you get on with your life, the next part of which I hope involves reading my story. Unless you're already dead, in which case, SUCKS FOR YOU HAHAHA! (Kidding! Kidding! I still love you, and I don't laugh at dead people (well, I do sometimes, but...)). Ummmm...I'm just going to shut up for reals now.
The Huntress tapped her hard, sharp fingernails on the back of the woman's chair, smiling when she flinched at the sound.
"I will ask you one more time," she hissed, taking the older woman's chin in her hand, "Where. Is. He?" The other woman looked away, frightened and in pain. The Huntress smiled as she surveyed her own handiwork; the cuts and bruises marring the woman's ruddy skin, the fear in her eyes. Her brown hair was plastered to her muddy forehead, sticky with sweat and blood. Tear streaks cut uneven gashes through the blood and dirt caked on her cheeks. The Huntress sighed and stood, walking away from the woman in the chair, looking distractedly out the window.
"You know," she said, still looking away from the chair, "I don't need you to tell me where he is. You are not the only person who knows," she smirked, "and, even if people fail me, eye have other methods of finding those I seek. Although," here, she turned back to the woman in the chair, "if I am forced to use them, you can be sure that I will kill your son." The tortured woman let out a small wail, and the Huntress smiled harshly at her, "Now, Hunith," she continued, "is there something you would like to tell me? Like, for instance, where you have sent your son?" Hunith sobbed quietly before responding.
"Camelot!" she wailed, "I sent him away, to Camelot!" The Huntress began to laugh; a cold, horrible laugh, that chilled Hunith right to her core.
"Then my work here is done," she laughed as she opened the door, "I will be sure to send your son your regards." Hunith could still hear her laughter through the thin wooden door.
"No!" She shouted desperately, "Please! Don't..." but the rest of her words were lost in her sobs.
Don't kill me! That was pretty dark, I know, and I feel like a horrible person, doing that to Hunith. Who is this 'Huntress'? What does she want with Merlin? Find out this (or at least some of it) next chapter! Review, please, and tell me your opinion on the matter.