Nevera

by sakura2112

countless women have been abducted over the past three months. Arthur and Merlin have no idea who it is, why someone would do this, or what the women are for. A black knight appears in Camelot with a giant raven perched on her shoulder. She seems dangerous, but there's something familiar about her to merlin. And why does Gwaine have funny feelings when he sees her? Merthur GwainXOC

1. Chapter 1

Sakura2112: hey guys. I got a new story and it's MERLIN! XD you know the disclaimer I don't own nothing…otherwise Arthur would have lived and all would be well! So here is the prologue for this story! R&R! ENJOY!

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The sound of branches breaking and twigs snapping echoes throughout the forest startling birds and small animals. Raven's hair flew in the wind as the tired child wills herself to keep running. Heavy footsteps are following close behind her, gradually creeping up. Her labored breathing is harsh and her chest is heavy, but she is desperate to get away from the thing behind her. An uprooted branch catches her foot and she falls to the forest floor. Rocks and twigs scrape her bare arms, while thorns tear into her dress. She desperately tries to scramble her way up, but Mother Nature will have none of it, and tricks her back into the forest floor's arms with a wet patch of mud. Heavy steps slow to a stop right behind her fallen form. She fearfully looks up at the gruff face with a crooked smile. Her eyes widen when thick arms reach out to her, and grip her by the back of her dress.

She screams.

The sound lights up the air around her for only a second, like a sudden spark of fire. But a damp cloth is shoved into her mouth. Large hands reach around her waist and through her over their shoulder. She struggles as hard as she can but the hands suddenly tighten painfully around her legs and back a gravelly voice hisses out a warning, "Stop struggling or in the name of all things real I will throw you down and put my sword through your gut! Then leave your body for the wolves"

Her squirming ceases instantly, but all the while tears stream down her face with abandon.

She would never see her brother again. Nor her mother, or anyone else for that matter.

Exhaustion crept into her bones as the man walked, and slowly felt sleep begin to lull her into its sweet arms. The last thing she sees is the color scarlet and a blurred golden emblem printed on the man's cloak that's bellowing out behind him.