A/N: Ok, so this is an idea I've had in my head for a while and I just thought I'd post it and see what you all think about it.
Its basically a story, where the readers decide whats going to happen next. At the end of each short entry, there will be two options to choose from and the first to get five votes via reviews will be what I write about. I'm open to suggestions, so feel free to put them with your vote =)
I won't update until I've got the votes, so its up to guys!
This is a colab between me and my brother- JCtwinee, so he gets some credit too =D
There are no spoilers or warnings as such yet, but that could change- depends on where this story goes.
Here goes... Enjoy!
It had been a typical day for Merlin and he was exhausted.
He'd been up at the crack of dawn to run a few errands for Gaius, before rushing off to fulfil his duties for Arthur. He had been instructed to clean Arthurs shirts, polish his boots, repair and clean his armour, clean his room, change the sheets on his bed and muck out his horse stables.
After that, he had needed to pick some herbs for Gaius- the physician had been running low on yarrow root and rosemary for some time. He delivered the herbs, then returned to Arthurs chambers to make sure the young Prince had everything he needed before going to sleep.
It had been a typical day for Merlin.
But as he was making his way back to his chambers for some much needed and well deserved rest, he saw someone walking across the grounds. Intrigued, he followed quietly. He saw them make for the drawbridge, then stop under the archway.
Merlin felt a powerful magic emanating from them; the air seemed to crackle around them, ever so slightly stirring the hooded cloak they wore. They seemed small and fragile in stature, but Merlin knew that appearances could be deceiving. It was impossible to tell whether they were male or female. Whoever they were, they were most likely trouble- you don't sneak around the grounds of Camelot at night without reason.
Merlin was about to follow, when something caught his eye. He looked down and saw a stone. Even by the pale light of the moon, he could see it was blood red. It was smooth, oval in shape and about the size of his fist, with a metal claw wrapped around the middle. The energy pulsating from this stone was immense. Merlin could feel the raw power of the Old Religion spilling forth, seeping into his body.
He felt an overwhelming urge to pick up this mysterious stone. But his eyes were drawn back to the figure on the bridge, as they headed for the woods.
YOU DECIDE.
What should Merlin do next?
Option A: Merlin follows the cloaked figure into the woods.
Option B: He picks up the strange, blood red stone.
Please review and vote for what you want to happen next- without your feedback and votes, this story will be a bust :'(