The Dragon's Call:
A/N: I do not own Merlin, or else my OC would be cannon. Anything you recognize is probably not mine, I only own my OC Aubriana Rhian.
The rhythmic sound of drums filled the air as their cadence was echoed by pounding feet against the castle floor. The sound of slippers softly tapping against the grand marble was nothing compared to the loud noises of the drums and the deafening murmurs of the crowd outside. With brunette hair flying in every direction as it whipped around corners, appearing almost as a ghost to the servants, a flash of a blue and red gown could be seen in its wake. The only thought racing through the mind of the young girl was to stop her father before he reached the execution platform. Many times an execution has been delayed by the girl, but never stopped. Today would be no different, for as soon as she reached the double doors leading to the balcony where her father would give his judgment, his red cape was already slithering through the door. She was too late. Unable to refuse her father's wishes, she opened the door and stood silently at the back as her father's regal speech, which would be the whimsical words that lead to a man's death, began.
"Let this serve as a lesson to all. This man, Thomas James Collins, has been found guilty of using enchantments, charms and magic…"
The great Uther Pendragon, she thought. How great can a man be for killing someone who was innocent? Though there have been times that she had to admit magic was involved, she knew Thomas. He was nothing but a peasant, simply trying to keep his old mother alive. If anyone was to hang for magic, need it be that old hag he cared for. The girl was one of a kind and good heart, unlike her unrelenting and uncompassionate father, but she did know magic when she saw it. The simplest reason being, one knows when they are among their kind.