Hi, so this is a new fanfic that I thought of when I started re-watching Merlin. Hope you guys enjoy.
Just so you guys know, this will all be done in Allison's point of view.
Prologue
Dying isn't really something I remember. I just know that the last thing I saw was Scott's face, then nothing much for awhile. Then one day I woke up in a different house -a hut- with two worried faces looking down at me, telling me that I had collapsed in the field and that I had been asleep for two weeks.
I also had two sets of memories.
The two faces belonged to a boy and a woman. The boy, Merlin, was about a year older than me. He had dark hair and kind blue eyes. His face was not traditionally handsome, but very refined with cheekbones any girl would be proud of. He was very tall and a teeny bit stringy.
The woman, Hunith was Merlin's mother. She had the same dark hair as Merlin and her eyes had the same kind sparkle, but they were brown and almond shaped. She was not tall but nor was she short. She had smile lines all over over her face and she was looking at me with the paternal look only a Mother could posses.
It only took a second for me to know who I was to them. I was Allison, the girl Hunith had rescued when she found me in the woods as a baby. Tucked in a basket with nothing but a blanket and a dagger made of silver -get this- with a Fleur de Lis on it. She had raised me as her own and she and Merlin were my family in all but blood and we loved each other.
The whole village had accepted me, and they had all been surprised when I grew to be as tall as Merlin.
When I was ten, a Wolf had snuck into the village and had entered out hut. At the time I had been in there looking after The butchers baby. We were all alone. When the neighbors had entered, attracted by the loud growling they had found the carcass of the animal, with my dagger between its eyes. The butcher had been so grateful that I had saved his daughter, Ingrid, that he had skinned the animal himself and given me its pelt.
I had accepted Merlin's magic with ease, just as he had accepted my unnatural combat abilities, as well as the birthmark in the shape of a Fleur de Lis on the back of my hand.
I don't know why I suddenly remembered my first life. I guess it was because I was the same age I was when I collapsed, when I was killed by the Oni.
You can imagine how happy I was to discover that my bust was about three sizes bigger in this life.
Time passed, again. Eventually Merlin's magic began to put him at risk. Hunith said that Merlin's best chance was to travel to Camelot, she had a friend named Gaius who could help him.
I decided that I would go with him. He was my brother after all.
I never knew that by making that decision, I would change everything that the previous me had know about history.