Don't own Merlin.
Uther Pendragon gave a short nod before she dropped and met her fate. A sting of pain cursed through a women's heart as she watched the child die, and hate was nothing more than a mere word to define her feelings towards the tyrant that dared to kill one of her own.
"You kill in hate, Pendragon! Hate for that you don't understand!" The women had snarled while the guards had surrounded her.
"What right do you have to speak against your king?" Uther had rose from his throne in a threatening manner.
"What right do you have to kill those with magic or those who follow the Old religion?!" The women countered.
"It is my duty to protect the people of Camelot from the tyranny that once claimed and destroyed my people!"
"You speak as if sorcery is a curse; that it is dark and has no place in this world?!" The women had stood her ground.
"Because it doesn't!" Uther's voice had rose, "those who posess magic only use it for evil, and those who practice will only follow!"
The woman chuckled coldly before she dipped her head.
"And yet it was magic that perstoded you a child; the very thing you hate produced the very thing you adore," her head began to rise, but her eyes were no longer blue but rather gold "and at what cost, your wife? You knew the rules; for a life to be given a life must be taken! You regect magic for that very reason." Her words dipped into a cold whisper.
"Sorcery...!"
"An innocent child has been murdered by your hands, Uther Pendragon. The blood will stain, but I know you feel no guilt towards your actions," the women's gaze turned towards her chest as she bought her left hand towards her clocked sternum " She who rests beyond the graves I give my life for you to awake again. Tho heart may be bound to another, in a time of war rise destructive mother!"
Her eyes flashed and her body turned mortal.
"Guards! Kill her!" The guards raised their swords as the women spoke her final words " I go to my grave knowing that the Second Coming will be Camelots end. You, Uther Pendragon, will fall by the ones you love by the very thing you disgust, as I will join my blood."
The sword pieced her back and to her heart as she gave her life willingly.
Her final thoughts 'Layla tov,baht, ze mahn ani won't uwr.' (good night, daughter, this time I won't awake.)
I screamed awake. Sweat dripped from my forhead. Who was that women?
My sight was blurry, but I could see a distinctive figure looming over me. Panic rose...Who ever you are I warn you I'm not afraid to punch. He seemed to notice my panic and spoke in a genital voice.
"Please, remain calm. I'm not going to harm you." His voice remained me of a father figure but what would I know, my father up and left me.
"Who are you?" If I could move I would.
"My name is Gaius, I'm a court physician." He replied in a sooth voice. My eyes casted around the room. It was lit with candles indicating night had finally graced the earth. A few supplys remained dormant on a shelf and herbs were gathered.
"Where am i?" Honestly I have no clue as to where am.
"You're in Camelot," he replied in a calm voice. Camelot? Camelot... Cam-e-lot...hmmm. Wait! The women had meationed Camelot!
"How did I get here?" I swear to the Angels above I wasn't here before.
"The knights bought you here. You were badly wounded after an encounter with Saxons." Saxons? Morgana's followers! Oh, now I remember...
I was cornered. Saxons had surrounded me. I reached for my knife and prepaired for a fight-
Knock, knock.
"Come in!" The door opened slowly and peering in was a knight. His hair reminded me of a mop, face seemed attractive; young skin, but I noticed something odd.
"How is she?" Is that concern I hear?
"She's doing fine, Mordred, she's just woken up." My eyes met his as Gaius rose from his crouched position.
The knight- Mordred, I think his name is- nodded his head before stating "Arthur wants to speak to her when she's ready."
"Thank you, I will see to it she's up on her feet in no time." Mordred bowed his head slightly before he casted his eyes towards mine again. His gaze never left mine, but as he seemed to be admiring me I was judging him.
'Young for a knight, couldn't be more than 20 years old. But there's something about you that just doesn't seem right...Where have I seen you before...?' The thoughts played through my mind.
Mordred chuckled before he departed.
"Ye-lah-deem" I muttered as he left.
"Hmmm?" Damn, I forgot I'm not on my own.
"Ye-lah-deem, it means child in my language." Why am I telling a stranger about my language? Gaius seemed to nod his head a little.
"Nice lad; coming to check up on someone he doesn't even know." I muttered to no one in particular.
"Yes, so it seems." Gaius's voice came out clear but I could sense the hesitation that laced it. I didn't pry; his problems are not mine to tackle.
My mind drifted else where once again 'Layla tov,baht, ze mahn ani won't uwr. What did she mean by that?'
Visions from the dead, perhaps...
I couldn't ponder for too long; thoughts are dangerous and those who posess the ability to read them are just as worse. Like me, I've read the minds of others but I know the meaning of 'privacy', I just hope others do...for their sake.
"Am I healed?" Quite frankly I'm not used to being around people and I want out of Camelot as soon as.
"Yes." Gaius replied. With careful steps, I got off the bed and steadily walked towards the door.
"You need to see the king!" Gaius called. Oh, for the love of fallen Angels, why? I twisted through corridors having no clue as to where I was going.
"Lost?" My head snapped towards the direction the voice originated from.
"Mordred?" Said knight smiled and walked towards me. My shoulders began to stiffen as he stopped in front of me.
"I'll lead you to the king." No, I don't want to see the king I want out!
'Lamah ani (why me)' I don't socialize for reasons. You get close to someone and form a relationship- romantic or netrual- and sooner or later they leave you or die. Either way I'm not risking it.
"Enter!" I noticed a door in front of us...how long was I in my thoughts. We entered the hall and I stood before the king. Mordred left my side to stand by the other knights.
"May I ask of your name?"
"Aurora."
"Why were the Saxons after you, Aurora?" Arther asked.
"Morgana is after me." Was my honest reply.
"And why is that."
"That I don't know, all I know is she won't stop until I'm found."
"Then I suggest that you stay within the castle grounds and within the walls of Camelot." The king declared.
"What?" No, all I want is out. I don't Want to stay here!
"It's for your own safety." Arther declared once again. Can this day get any worse?
"And as for your safety I'm deploying you an escurt, sir Mordred." Said knight bowed his head towards his king before casting his gaze on me...again. I swear he has a fascination with me or something.
"It will be my pleasure, sire." Oh, I bet it would be! He came to my side to lead me out the door.
Why do the Gods hate me...?
First Merlin story on Fanfic. Review please and I know I may need to do a few changes.