I Own Nothing of the Merlin TV Series or anything that has that copyright thing...But The Arthurian Legands belong to the world. Long Live The Once and Future King...ARTORIOUS!
Prologue
In a land of myth, and a time of magic- the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders a of a powerful warlock...His name: Merlin...
A young woman looked at the tall man beside him with concern. The dark cave was ending in new waves of shivers throughout her body. It was pitch black and she had to blindly keep her hands in front as to avoid collission with any obsticles. "Please brother, could we go home?" She pleaded.
Harris ignored his sister of thirteen years of age and continued down the seemingly endless tunnel. "We need to get the staff Gallia."
Gallia nodded uncertainly and followed her older brother.
It was a few more paces did they come across a luminescent glow setting light to each other's faces.
They both gasped as they saw the source of the light. A wooden staff. It looked like any wooden stick would, it looked like one you could just find lying around, Gallia thought. She faced her brother who was now walking toward the staff, arm stretched out as he tried so desperately to grab hold of it, like his very existance relied on it. "The Staff of Kings..."
"And you would do well not to touch it." Harris turned around and drew out a sword from his homemade scabbard for there stood a young, pale skinned man with shot black hair and a wicked grin. It was Mordred and Harris knew it.
"What do you want Mordred?" Harris asked the figure. "Can't you let me take this. I need it to sell it. I need the money, Mordred and you know this."
The pale man shook his head, "It is a relic of religious significant and I need it to serve my cause."
Harris ran over to Gallia who was shaken at the mere sight of the druid man. "I will never let this staff be used to destroy Arthur's kingdom. I need this staff for money to sail to Albion and you will not destroy the only safe haven for us now!" He handed the staff to his fearful sister and clutched is sword.
"I do not need your permission Harris." Mordred yelled out an incantation and punched the air ahead of him in the direction of Harris.
A force of invisible energy had pursed against him and Harris found himself flying away into the dark abyss. "Brother, NO!" Gallia cried and attempted to run aftr him but Mordred and trapped her in an invisible barrier and forced her to face him.
"No you don't my lovely," he hissed, "you want to go to Albion? Fine, I could arrange that but first I must give you a message to tell the king of Albion." Gallia's eyes were widened as the druid Mordred gave another wicked smirk.
"No, I will not!" Gallia shouted.
Mordred chuckled, enough to make Gallia's blood churn. "Oh you will, Gallia," He released her, "you will."