Hi this is my first Merlin fanfiction so don't be too harsh. This first chapter will be more of an introduction to thchar scatter but I promise it will get more exciting!

So please review (it really means a lot) and if I get some, I'll post the next chapter hopefully within a couple of days :)

Oh I almost forgot this - means either a scene or a POV change :)

Rated T for language and maybe some explicit scenes? Not decided yet..

Enjoy! Georgia x

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or any of the characters...unfortunately :(

As I opened my eyes, I could feel the pain rush to my head. I groaned quietly and lifted my hands to feel for any physical injury, but my hands were bound together. I fumbled in the darkness, trying to find a way to untie myself when I heard voices nearby.

They were muffled, probably caused by the searing headache that was forming and I cursed whoever had given me it. I could just make out two deep voices, so I leaned closer towards the voices to see if I could determine where I was. The first man seemed to be the closest, possibly leaning on the small prison I was being held in.

"Just a few more days and we'll be rich!" The first man stated, clapping his hands together in celebration.

There was a pause before the other man spoke.

"Yes but let's not forget where we are, Camelot is very strict towards people like us. One little slip up and we could have the knights of Camelot upon us!" The second man replied, leaving out any information as to what I was doing here.

The first seemed to sense his friends uneasiness and replied in a soothing voice, "Don't worry my friend, we've made it through here many a time with no encounters. As soon as we deliver her to the boss and get our money we'll be safe."

I shuffled back to the wall and rested my head against it. With this new information I closed my eyes and racked my brain for the memory of what happened.

Flashback

I was with my mother and father when the 20 or so men attacked our village. They rode in on horses, each with a selection of weapons: swords, crossbows, daggers and torches. They burnt the crops and torched the houses, cutting down the villagers one by one. I managed to grab my trusted bow and a set of arrows (a birthday gift from my father) before they came to my house, kicking down the door as if it weighed no more than a feather and destroying all (albeit very few) of our belongings. The table and chairs smashed, cupboards and drawers emptied, almost as if they were looking for something. We were all hidden behind the changing screen, when my mother grabbed my hand and forced a small pendant into it. It was gold in the shape of a phoenix but the tail and part of its body were missing. I'd always wondered if there was another part to it - though I can't understand why anyone would want the back end of a bird hanging round their neck? - it was my mothers most prized possession, and she never took it off, said it was a good luck charm passed down from generations of the Bray family, to protect her.

She clasped my hand together and placed her hand on mine. Then she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Take good care of this, protect it with your life, promise?" she looked into my blue-green eyes and her emerald orbs were glistening with tears as she forced out a smile. I couldn't understand why she was asking this of me, she was going to make it through this, we all were...right? I managed to nod in reply and smile back although I'm sure I could hear my heart breaking in two as she said it. She spoke as if she wasn't coming back and that scared me more than anything.

The men were making their way towards the screen and I could feel my eyes glow ochre as I prepared to fight. I could feel the magic flow through me and I raised my arm, aiming at the attackers. There was no way they were going to take my family away from me not when I had the power to stop them, even if it was heavily frowned upon .

My mother grasped my arm and spun me around to face her once more. She sighed sadly and shook her head in dismissal.

"They can't know." She looked at me and glared until my eyes had returned to their original hazel state. I hung my head in defeat, knowing only too well that revealing my powers was not the best idea. They could hand me over to Camelot where - although Uther was no longer king - magic was still outlawed, and I knew for certain that I couldn't let that happen. I raised my head to meet the gaze of my parents, their eyes bore into me in a silent goodbye. I could feel my eyes blurring as the tears I had tried to hide, threatened to flow. After what seemed a lifetime, they both forced a smile on their faces and said,

"We love you."

That was the last thing they said to me before the men found us. My father was grabbed by the shoulder and thrown into a wall by two of the men, landing with a painful snap as his neck broke with the force of the throw. Before I could even raise my bow, the men had grabbed my mother and yanked her out of my grasp, as I tried to scream in protest. They pulled her in front of me as they forced our arms behind us so we were face to face. They cast aside my bow and arrows and I could feel my fists clench even tighter as my magic tried to escape again, although this time I wasn't sure I could hold it in. They had killed my father and now my mother was in danger, not really something that kept my anger under control.

My mother, however just shook her head and glanced desperately at me as she saw my anger increasing.

Our silent conversation was interrupted when a tall, well built man with a shaven head and a long black beard coughed and directed his gaze at my mother, the deep blue of his eyes now almost black with what I could only describe as pure hatred. He walked closer to my mother and lifted up her face by squeezing her cheeks with his hand and forced her to look into his eyes.

"I'll only ask you once, where is it?" The mans voice was deep and was barely audible due to the way he spat out his question. My mother however was not fazed by the mans tone and instead just sent him an evil stare before spitting on his shoe. Even though anyone in this position had the right to be scared my mother showed no sign of fear and for that I had to admire her.

"I don't know where it is, but killing me wont help you," she spat not wishing to keep eye contact with the man any longer. "Now leave this place and don't ever come back!"

By now her face was red from shouting and yet the bearded man was still unfazed. He sighed and flicked his hand at one of the men next to him. The man walked behind my mother and placed his hands at the side of her head. The bearded man, more than likely the leader, just stood back and shook his head.

"I was hoping it wouldn't come to this," he stated, and he nodded to the man that had his hands on my mothers head. She shot me one last brave look, as her eyes turned from a brilliant emerald colour to a dull green at the sound of an all too familiar snap. Her now lifeless body slumped to the floor in a heap and the only sound that could be heard was my own ear splitting scream. I thrashed about not wanting to be around these murderers for a minute longer. I instantly forgot my mothers warning and let my magic take control. I knew that this was dangerous, magic could easily be misused when feelings were involved, but I had just watched as my mother and father were murdered in front of me. Now was not the time for holding back.

I felt the tingle in my fingers and I struggled to force myself out of the mans grasp. Luckily the man behind me was somewhat preoccupied laughing at the breaking of my mothers neck, to prevent me from escaping. I waited a few moments before using all my strength to unbind my hands and make a quick sprint to the door. However it seemed that the men had other ideas because before I could reach the door, the leader was barking instructions at his men to stop me.

I made it out the door and managed to grab my bow and arrows before they could react. I raced towards the forest knowing that unlike me, they would have no idea where they were going. Unfortunately I wasn't expecting the rather large mob waiting around the corner, and that was my downfall.

The burly man closest to me grabbed my arm before I could make a detour from the forest to, well, any other way away from them. There was a sharp pain running up my arm as he twisted it round, making me fall to the floor in agony. I gritted my teeth together to stop myself from crying out; although it was almost unbearable, I wouldn't let my captors have the satisfaction of seeing me squeal.

Soon the rest of the group caught up, leaving me utterly helpless once again. I was a good fighter but I knew that with the odds at around 30 to 1, I probably wasn't going to make it out of here alive.

The leader however, found my predicament amusing and with a deep chuckle he brought the hilt of his sword down on my head, and my vision went blurred and almost instantly black.

End Flashback

I opened my eyes and stared into the darkness again. The phoenix necklace was still grasped in my hand; I'm surprised they didn't find it and that I managed to keep it throughout the whole ordeal.

I sighed heavily, knowing that when I got out of here there was going to be a lot of bloodshed. I don't enjoy killing people but when they deserve it, then they'll suffer. And revenge for my parents, and God knows how many other villagers, is more than a good enough reason. Now all that's left to do is to decide how I'm going to do it. A deep, revengeful gold tint in my eye and an evil smirk found its way to my face as I picked out the perfect punishment.

I was going to enjoy this.

:O So what do you think? I promise Merlin and the gang will be in the next chapter, I just wanted to get the character introduction out of the way first.

Also I know I haven't included her name or appearance yet, but I'm leaving that for Merlin to describe later on!

Anyway please review and I'll keep updating! :)