Merlin Fanfiction: Tumblers and Truths

Chapter 1: The First Warning.

The forest was cold and misty. It was hard to see a long distance away. The great castle wasn't even visible. And there was an eerie feel to the place too, the feeling that something wasn't quite right. And then there was the voice.

'Merlin….'

The young warlock turned around at the sound of his name. He didn't know why he was here, but he was being called.

'Merlin….'

He couldn't see the person calling him. The mist was too thick. Who was it? It sounded like a female. Yes, yes it was. But it wasn't a familiar voice. Merlin looked around him.

'Who are you?' he called to the mist.

He still could not see anyone through the pale, shrouding fog; it was like calling to nothing. But then, the wind changed, and a figure walked slowly towards him, with a cloud of mist circling around it. The person was wearing a dark, hooded cloak; Merlin could not see the face, or the underclothing of the person. But the cloak was a deep, rich purple; a dark, but mysteriously alluring colour. Merlin seemed drawn to the sight of this stranger. It stopped about 20 metres away. She spoke again.

'I am one who knows your past, your present, and your future.' She answered in a soft smooth voice. Although she was standing far away, Merlin could hear her as clear as day.

'What do want?' he asked, transfixed on the woman- well, all that he could see of her.

'I am here to warn you Merlin. You- and the people of Camelot, are in grave danger. You must use your gift to save them. When the time is right- help will come. You are destined for great things, and to become that- you must face the challenges that lie ahead. But know this, young warlock; if you cannot save us…… no-one can.' her hood fell off with a sudden gust of wind.

She was a girl, a young woman- no more than 16. Her glowing white skin, cold eyes, and shock of silver-blonde hair, with a single blue streak, lit up the whole forest. She stared at him, and as she did- as if under her command, the winds suddenly moved fast, swirling the mist faster around her, making her harder to see. She pointed one hand at Merlin, and with a great gust of wind, a mountain of fog raced towards him. He struggled furiously against the blinding wind, but it was too strong. He tried to see the girl, but all he saw was the grey-white mist racing around him, as it moved him backwards- and down.

'Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Merlin woke with a start, sitting bolt upright in his bed. He was shaking, and in a cold sweat.

Gaius suddenly burst into his room, with a panicked expression on his old, wrinkled face.

"Merlin! My Boy, are you alright?!' he suddenly caught the look on the young warlock's face. He walked over to Merlin's bed quickly.

"Merlin! Speak to me boy! Are you alright? You look as if you've seen a ghost!'

Merlin looked him straight in the eye.

"I think I have.' He whispered.