Okay, this is my first ever fanfiction, please be kind! I hope who ever reads this, enjoys this. Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, that's thanks to the great and all powerful BBC. Thank you!

The Beginning.

"Elva…Elva!" She felt a sharp poke in her shoulder causing her to whip her head away from the window. Her best friend Erica stared down at her.

"What?" She glared as she rubbed her shoulder. Her friend put her hands on her hips as she lifted an eyebrow at her annoyed friend. It was her own damned fault for ignoring her.

"End of school." Erica rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag off the back of her chair. Elva gave her an apologetic look, also grabbing her stuff off of her chair; she hadn't really meant to snap. Erica just waved it off, as they walked out of the classroom.

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As they walked down the busy streets Erica turned to Elva with a raised eyebrow.

"What's with you? You've been spacing out so much lately. Do you have Steve on the brain or something?" Erica teased enjoying the tomato paste blush on Elva's face. Steve had become Elva's friend when they'd entered year eleven and she'd been crushing on him ever since.

"No! I've just had a lot on my mind." Elva finished lamely as she slightly scowled at the twinkle in Erica's eyes, Elva coughed into her hand pushing her glasses up.

"Sure, sure whatever you say." she replied coyly, smirking at Elva's reactions. "Anyway, Merlin's back on TV this week!" Elva stared at Erica, her eyes became huge.

"Really!"

"Hell yeah!"

Both girls whooped at the top of their lungs, passers-by just shook their heads at the enthusiastic teens jumping around on the curb.

"What time, what day!" Elva's eyes shone causing Erica to laugh.

"It's the same as it's been for the last four seasons." Erica lightly patted the back of Elva's head. Elva rubbed her head as she smiled sheepishly at her.

"It's my old age catching up to me." She said as she bent down placing her hand on her back in an act of pain. An imaginary cane in her hand.

"Elva, you're eighteen!" Erica rolled her eyes laughing as Elva straighten up.

" I'm that old? In the sixth century I'd have been put on the shelf!" Elva retorted in mock horror.

"And working in a field growing cabbages and wheat, as tomatoes weren't around then." Elva smiled in amusement.

"God that webpage was hilarious, I always laugh when I see tomatoes on Merlin now."

"Some people are just too picky." Erica laughed.

The girls shared an amused look as they carried on walking.

"It's a shame they kept the twelfth century ideas of the Arthurian legend, Morgana was one of the best characters, constantly standing up to Uther!"

"If they kept to the original Pagan story, Morgana was good!"

Elva smiled; Erica was in fact a Pagan. Which she used to get teased about a lot, though no one would dare to do that now, unless they wanted an earful from Elva. Usually quite happy-go-lucky, she could be really intimidating when it came to unjust acts against others, especially friends and family.
Erica was rather short, but had long blond hair, icy blue eyes and an usually cheerful and calm disposition. Elva on the other hand, looked rather plain, in her opinion, in contrast to her friend's more striking colouring. She found she had mousy hair and dull hazel eyes, she wore glasses which had thick black frames and was only slightly taller then average. Both girls were academically high achieving but, while Erica favoured Geography, Elva was more inclined to the sciences. However, they both shared a love for mythology, especially the Arthurian legends. Hence, there deep enjoyment of The series 'Merlin,' though they did obviously disagree with certain parts of the story.

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They had arrived at Erica's destination, the bus stop.

"Well, see you later." Elva smiled.

"You to, say hello to your family for me." Erica waved, "Will do." Elva waved back as she watched as the bus pulled up and Erica got on.
Elva blew into her gloveless hands as she tried to provide some warmth to them. It was late October, only five days till Halloween, and already she could feel the biting wind of December. She reached into her bag and pulled out her red woollen scarf, which she proceed to wrap around her neck, and Ipod, hooking the earphones into her ears.

The streets were bustling as she walked past the market place, her hair whipped around with the wind, scents of fish and other foods assaulted the air. However, Elva didn't notice these at all, her mind drifted back to the restless nights she had been having for the past week. She could hardly remember what caused it but, every morning she felt like she had to claw her way back to the surface, as an image of flashing golden eyes burned into her retina's leaving a feeling of absolute terror. Elva shook her head to clear it. There was nothing to worry about; after all, it was merely a dream. However, she refused to tell Erica, after all Erica once told her that dreams had a great meaning in her belief, and she didn't want to worry her needlessly.
Just then as she was about to turn a corner, she bumped into a little old lady.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" She said as she noticed the old woman had dropped her groceries from, she concluded, the market.

"It's quite alright dear." She said as Elva helped pick up her groceries, her eyes crinkled from her smile, as she tugged her shawl further up her shoulders.

"The bag hasn't split has it?" She asked as she looked at the plastic carrier bag, she was certain the contents had spilt out from the bottom.

"Not at all dear, may I have your name?" Elva smiled at the old lady as she passed back the fruit into the bag.

"It's Elva and you're…" The old lady abruptly pushed a green gem of an apple back into Elva's hands, molten brown eyes gleaming.

"Such an appropriate name for such a chivalrous young lady. Here take this, most kids these days would have just left me to pick these up on my own." Elva tried to give back the apple; after all she had knocked into the old lady in the first place. The old woman turned away from her as she gave a gentle wave and proceed to continue on her journey. Elva didn't notice the genuine smile of the old lady morph into a smirk of triumph as she sped away. Elva stared down at the crisp, green apple, then her eyes widened as she looked up.

"Wait, I didn't get your… name." She trailed off at the end as she realised the old lady had already disappeared. Elva shrugged, but felt a prickle of suspicion creep into her bones. Which was ridicules to her, she was an old woman for crying out loud, her paranoia was beginning to scare her. None the less Elva pocketed the apple; she'd just eat it at home.

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Somewhere, in a dark and dingy abandoned castle, a little old lady stepped out from behind a pillar carrying a plastic bag full of an assortment of groceries. As she scuttled along, she passed a giant silver mirror. However, in that mirror was not reflected an old lady, but in fact a beautiful blond haired woman with a rich gown of red velvet and eyes the colour of molten bronze. She turned away from the mirror and the woman from the reflection had replaced the old woman. She grinned to herself, as she looked into the water of her silver scrying dish. An image of a pretty girl with almost chestnut hair and deep hazel eyes appeared, the girl pushed her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose as she bit into a shiny green apple, opening the fridge door.

"In five days time, I will have the full powers of a high priestess of the old religion, and when the barrier of the two planes are at their weakest, I will pull you into this world, and use you as the sacrifice for Uther's and his dear son's destruction." She spat out as she splashed her hand into the water, causing the image to distort and then fade completely away.

"Yes very soon." Her eyes smouldered with greed as she looked at her reflection in the dish, the water causing the reflection of her eyes to almost look golden.

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