Okay so I've not written a Merlin story before nor have a written a story in a while so I really hope you guys enjoy this I truly tried my best :)

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own merlin as much as I wish I could, just to meet my queen, Katie McGrath and that adorable human named Colin Morgan. (Along with the rest of the cast of course.)

Chapter 1

Class in general is boring. Even more so boring than the most boring thing you can think of. You just sit there and listen to the teacher drone on about supposedly important stuff that you probably will never need to use later in life. Which, I know most would deny except I'm quite certain I don't need to know what a factorial is if I'm going to college to be a writer. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that does not fall in the writing description.

I've never really had that exciting of a life, if I'm being honest. My parents left me on the front steps of an orphanage when I was a newborn and from there I've been moved around in the foster system. No one ever wanted to adopt me for some odd reason and I'm guessing it's probably because of the shrill scream I used to do, according to the lady who found me, Lynette. She would've taken me in if she could, but she was financially unstable and didn't think she'd be able to take care of two people. I'd never once thought about who my parents were because, well, they left me and I have to believe that they wouldn't do that without a reason. I was suddenly brought out of my fly away thoughts by someone calling my name.

"Camilla!" Called out someone from behind me. I lifted my head from its place on my arms and looked over my shoulder. Mallory, a somewhat friend, was waving me over. She was a very pretty girl with fire truck red hair that got balanced out with the bright blue eyes she had. I made a "do I have to" face at her and she glared at me. I heaved a sigh and got up, heading over to her. Oh the effort that took.

"Yes, my dear friend Mallory?" I said, in a voice that let her know I was not too happy with having to get out of my seat.

"We're going to that creepy haunted house tonight. The one that everyone's been talking about. Would you like to come with?" She spoke lightly, smiling at me and my laziness.

I shrugged slightly,"Sure I'll go." I had a feeling I would regret it immensely, but I brushed that thought away.

"Really?" She asked as I nodded. "Great! We're meeting there at 7. I'll text you directions." I smiled at her and said a thanks for inviting me, since I don't have many friends. I turned and walked back to the seat I had dreaded getting up from and felt myself getting giddy. This could be like a supernatural moment. Maybe there will be an actual ghost there. The more I thought about it the more I got comfortable with the idea of going out with friends for once in my life.

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After school I figured I might as well go to the library to kill some time. I loved spending my time in the library, reading anything and everything I could get my hands on from Percy Jackson to any medieval stories. My favorite would always be anything from the Aurthurian times. It all seemed so complex and I guess that's what really draws me in. The whole magic thing and just how it all went down in every single book was different. They all had their own versions of what happened and personally I think that there was a truth to each one.

I pulled the door to the library open and felt the familiar smell of the place hit my nose. While a lot of things in my life changed, this one place never seemed to and I guess that's why I liked the place so much. I made my way to the back area and ran my hand over the books. I think today I'll mix it up a bit and read more about Morgana. Reading about the healer that she was and how she came to be Arthur's biggest enemy was interesting in itself. It was almost unnatural how one could turn on those she loved so quickly. I never really thought much about her and her presence in that time but today I decided to read more. The more I read the more I got to understand her and even came to see her as my favorite character in the legend. Sometimes, villains were so misunderstood. No one ever really understands what goes on in their minds.

Most don't realize the damage that fear and anger can do to a person. Especially to someone who took pride in being her own person and standing up for what she believes in. Then, there was Merlin. Everything I've read on him, he's always a different age. In some he's almost thirty year older than Arthur and in others he's the same age. I sighed to myself, knowing that I would probably never know what happened back in that day. Life really sucked sometimes.

"Camilla. How are you doing, dear?" The elderly librarian, Marian asked me. I looked up at her from my seated position on the floor and smiled.

"I'm doing quite well. How are you, Marian?" I replied. The librarian smiled back at me. She was always such a nice lady, always giving me snacks and food every time I visited.

"I'm doing wonderful, honey." She said, patting me on the shoulder affectionately. She was like the grandmother I never had, "Now don't you forget to get out of here and eat some dinner. We wouldn't want you to wither away to nothing." She gave me a pointed look as she walked back to the front counter.

"I won't!" I said as I shook my head at her, always telling me I needed to put more meat on my bones. That's probably why she tried to shove food down my throat at every chance she got.

I read for what felt like hours before I looked at the clock and realized the time. It was six and I had an hour to get ready before I was to leave with Mallory. I quickly grabbed my stuff, forgetting to put the book back as I made my way out of the library.

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The closer the time got to seven, the more my anxiety seemed heightened. So many thoughts seemed to run through my head that I felt the dull throb of a headache pulsate through my temple. Who knew thinking this much was even possible? Certainly not me. For what felt like the hundredth time glancing at it, I looked at the bright green numbers that lit up the stove saying 6:50. My body felt the need to let me be aware of my anxiety as I unconsciously started to pace in my living room with my hand brought to my mouth, biting nervously at my nails. This whole "hanging out with friends" thing will probably never happen again after this. The night had not even started yet and I already felt mentally exhausted. I was so caught up in the darkest corners of my mind that I almost didn't hear the honk alerting me that Mallory was there.

With a sharp inhale, I breathed in the air around me, hoping to calm myself before heading over to the door. My purse hung loosely in my hand as I grabbed my house key and shoved it in their and swung the door open. I closed it behind me as I stepped out on the porch, hoping and praying that I didn't look half as nervous as I was feeling.

I walked down the sidewalk to the awaiting vehicle and felt the outside air calm my nerves ever so slightly. I opened the car door and got in. I smiled at Mallory in the rear view mirror.

"Hey Camilla! Almost thought you would chicken out." Mallory teased, causing me to relax in my seat. I hadn't realized how tense I actually was until then.

"Me? Chicken out? Girl, I do not scare that easily." I replied easily with a slight grin on my face. I then looked over slightly just now noticing the person in the passenger seat.

"Oh, hey, by the way, this is Lizzie. Lizzie, this is Camilla, my friend from school." She said, introducing us while simultaneously keeping her eyes on the road. I smiled and gave a small wave to the girl across from me. She had short brown hair that was in waves at the moment and had green eyes that made me slightly envious. She gave me a wave and smile back, acknowledging my presence so she wouldn't seem rude. Like I said, awkwardness does little to attract friends.

Fifteen minutes later, we arrived in the darkest part of town that almost no one ever ventured to. Mallory pulled in front of the tall, rickety, house that loomed over us. I shivered as we walked towards it, feeling bad vibes coming off it in waves. The overwhelming feeling of wanting to turn around and hightail it out of there hit me. It was almost a frightening feeling. I jumped and let out a screech as a hand landed on my arm.

"Cam, if you don't want to do this, you can always stay out in the vehicle." Mallory said, looking at me with the utmost concern. It was then that I shrugged off the unease and smiled shakily at her.

"I'm fine. Let's do this." I took a step forward and heard Mallory laugh, knowing that I couldn't ever let my fears take over. I always did this thing where if I was told not to do something because someone thought I was scared, I would do it anyways, just to prove them wrong. Lizzie and Mallory followed behind me, quietly conversing behind me as we approached the rotted wooden steps. I hesitated as I lifted my foot and softly resting it on the step, knowing that my foot could easily make the wood splinter and break if I were to put all my weight on it. With the courage I barely mustered, I stepped onto the step and felt it groan beneath my added weight. I quickly ran up the next three steps to the door.

I looked at the odd door in front of me and studied it. The door was a bright red color, much different than the faded white of the house. Where the rest of the house, the paint was chipped and falling off of it, the door looked to be in perfect shape. I felt that wave of unease collide with me once again as I took a step forward. Then it happened, the wood beneath my feet splintered under my weight. I felt the pull of gravity on my whole body as I fell. No doubt, I probably would break an ankle from how far up on the porch I was. My elbow hit the splintered wood, stabbing it as I fell through. The bad thing about being short is that a tall person would have been able to touch their feet to the ground from where I was at this point. Time seemed to slow as I heard Mallory and Lizzie both scream my name.

I felt my body break through the rest of the wood as I fell. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact. No amount of bracing myself could stop the pain that shot through my ankle and the rest of my body as I landed with a thud. I felt pain radiate me as I dropped to the ground, hitting my head on the concrete brick under the porch. I saw Mallory and Lizzie looking down at me from the big hole above me and as everything went slowly went back I couldn't help the gnawing feeling that something was going on.

I'm writing this for fun to try and play around with the story line of the show but letting me know what you think would be great! :)) I might go back and re-edit this if it turns out I hate what I write lol