AN: Welcome to my second published fanfiction. So, I'm going to start posting a lot of the ones I have and yes, most of them will only be a few chapters until I actually get around to writing them... Anyway I so don't own Merlin or anything else you may recognise.
Wynona walked down an alley for the second time that morning. This time it was for a moderately legitimate reason. Well, if you could call "going to complain to King Uther Pendragon... again" a legitimate reason.
When she reached the palace gates, those two stereotypical guards popped out their weapons in front of the girl.
"Name, age, purpose, rank." The one on the left commanded.
Wynona sighed "Wynona Polson, 17, derrr I'm a peasant, and I'm here to talk to the king. It is Tuesday you big clotpole." The guard on the right rolled his eyes.
"You again. Let her in, she's just one of these girls who thinks she can actually make a difference..."
"Uh... excuse me, oh thanks for letting me in and all that, but you bet your little booty I can make a difference!" Wynona walked through the gates that couldn't stop a three man army (you see, the people who built these gates were very full of themselves and they thought that anything they built would stand up to anyone who threw anything at it.) and opened up the palace doors. A boy about Wynona's age came rushing out in what appeared to be tomatoes. He pushed by Wynona and ran down the steps.
"Well excuse you!" The girl called
"Sorry, in a bit of a rush!"
The seventeen-year-old woman sighed exasperatedly and made her way to the throne room.
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The line of peasants was surprisingly short that day. Most of the peasants were old and crumpled over. People tended to send the older folk because they thought the king might take pity on them more than if they sent a middle-aged, balding man to ask for food. Though Wynona could see the logic behind this, she didn't understand why people didn't send their teenagers! They're so demanding and whiny! Plus, the king himself had one and if he had to deal with Arthur every day, wouldn't he crumble more easily if there were forty fifteen-year-olds begging him in whiny nasal voices rather than forty forty year olds?
Being that the line was shorter Wynona knew she might be able to talk to the stupid king for a longer amount of time today, but then again with all the old people, she didn't want them to have to listen to her complain. They all thought she was the sweetest thing in Camelot, and she didn't want that image runied. She loved the elders, they were so wise and had so much knowledge. So much more then their blasted king.
After pondering that thought for a few minutes, the teenager started to eavesdrop on the conversations going on in front of her.
"Sir! I implore you to help us! We are starving, my children are dying. We need sustenance!" Old Mr. Robinson's eyes were tearing up as he recounted his tale.
The Robinson family? Starving? He had six children. Well there went Wynona's food for the next while. As Mr. Robinson walked away Wynona whispered "Come see me later." in his ear.
All the stories were very typical. Nothing new. Starvation, death, sickness, imbeciles, robbers, adultery, nothing interesting. The only thing that ruffled the kings prettily preened feathers was magic. That was the only way to get his attention. Or to take someone's place in the stocks one day. That one worked too. It was actually kind of refreshing to get hit with fruit. It didn't really hurt so much as it cooled Wynona down on that hot summer day.
Just as she was about to start talking, the king stood up and walked out.
"His Majesty the King must report to an urgent meeting. Please return later this evening." A guard with a loud voice boomed at all the peasants.
Wynona growled under her breath and stomped out in her very loud boots. As she was walking back toward her hut, she passed the stocks and decided to have a go.
Maybe this will help my anger. Wynona thought as she grabbed a rotten pear. She drew back her left arm and hurled the fruit at the nearest target.
After it hit him squarely on the head, the young woman realised she had just peared the boy who ran past her earlier. Wynona smiled and walked over to the now extremely colourful young man and smiled.
"In a rush to get to the stocks were we?"
"You're a good - pleh!" The young man spit out a tomato seed "shot you know."
"I know."
"What's your name? I haven't seen you around here before." Merlin attempted to stick out his hand.
"Wynona Polson."
"Merlin."