This is a story about Love.

This is a Fanfic about Merganna! My number one OTP! So I recently bought MOULIN ROUGE on DVD and fell in Love! Then I saw a Merganna trailer based on this and knew I had to do it! So my original account for this website was TheKingsWard12 but unfortunately I had so many tests and study that I deleted my account. So on with the show….

Paris. This is where our story starts. This is the vibrant city with lights, landmarks and art which people adore and above all…this is the city of love. In a dusty old apartment, Merlin Emrys a man of 22 looms over his typewriter. His light blue eyes watch the blank page as he slides it into the typewriter. His heart sinks as he begins to type the first two words onto the paper. His eyes blink with every punch of the keys into the paper.

"Camelot…" His head hangs low…just like his heart. He runs a hand through his thick coarse black hair. As the tears begin to mark the keys on the typewriter he thinks of the nightclub. He brushes his tears away with his long fingers. He manages to pull himself together and carry's on typing.

"A nightclub, a dance hall and a
bordello, ruled over by Uther Pendragon-Zidler. A kingdom of night time pleasures, where the rich and powerful come to play with the young and beautiful
creatures of the underworld." His mind turns back the pages of his book and remembers the dancers and the rich men throwing there hundred euro notes at women.

"But there was one who my heart belonged to was Morgana Pendragon. They called
her the "Sparkling Diamond", and she was the star . . . of Camelot…"

He cries tears of frustration and he throws his hands to his face. He remembers her. She had long tumbling waves of brown hair, so dark that he could've sworn was black. He can still recall her strong sweet voice as she sang from the stage. With his eyes blurred with tears as he tries to type the words he so desperately wants to get out onto the paper.

"The woman I loved…is dead"

MERLIN POV

I arrived in Paris in 1899 which was one year ago and at the time was summer, the summer of love. I knew nothing about the amazing Camelot nor did I know about Uther or Morgana. The world had been swept up in wonder and love and I so longed to be apart of it. So, I made sure that I would by travelling from Ealdor to the vibrant place. It was nothing like what my father had said. He told me, "It's a place of sin, Paris is!"

"Paris was the centre of the Bohemian world with musicians,
painters, and writers. They were known as the 'Children of the
Revolution.' Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to
write about truth, beauty, freedom and at which I believe in above all
things . . . Love."

I bought a run-down apartment which was very cheap at the time, and brought my pet cat named Aithusa. He was a Persian stray with grey lines running through his white coat. I unpack my heavy case into the mahogany drawers. I take out the beauty of everything I had ever known, my typewriter. My hands run along the sides and I laugh as I see Aithusa playing with the floppy piece of paper in the typewriter. My laughing was disturbed when I heard a loud banging from upstairs. Plaster and bits of the ceiling fell and Aithusa jumps from the table to sit upon the windowsill. I run beside her and watch as a man dressed as a nun falls from the roof. There is a knock at my door and a tall, tanned muscular man enters dressed as a priest. "Hello. Sorry about this but this fellas always drunk! I'm Lancelot by the way. But call me Lance."