Very Important Authors Note: This is my first poem fic so be nice! Also I would like to point out that as I write this I have seen up to Season 2 Episode 6 so if something happens to Morgana that changes this and if there is DO NOT TELL ME ABOUT IT! IT IS NOT MY FAULT, IT'S THE PERSON WHO DECIDED TO SHOW SEASON 2 AFTER THE REST OF THE WORLDS SEEN ITS FAULT. NO FLAMES! I AM WELL AWARE IT'S A SMIGE OOC!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even my own closet! (I share it with my sister.) So I do not own Merlin. *cries*
It's magic.
I'm sure of it.
I don't believe Gaius
When he says
It's nothing.
Meaningless.
Nightmares
And nothing more.
But I know.
Ever since
The day,
That day
That changed my life
When my father died.
That's when I knew I was different.
I did not know
It was magic then.
One night
One night
Before my father was slaughtered
I had a nightmare,
It wasn't the first.
But it was the first
That made sense.
The first of many.
My father was fighting.
People everywhere were fighting.
The sounds of their bloodcurdling screams filled the air.
The smell of blood was over powering.
I tried to cover my ears and nose.
But I couldn't do anything.
All I could do was watch.
The side my father was on was losing.
The other side was larger, much larger.
And when my father fell, under the blows of the enemies,
I couldn't even scream.
I awoke in a cold sweat.
Heart pounding.
Breath coming in gasps.
Drenched with sweat.
Eyes wild.
Yet,
Slightly relived.
It was just a dream.
After all,
Dreams don't come out of the mind
To walk amongst the world of daytime truth.
I held on to that knowledge like a log in a roaring sea,
sweeping me closer to shore.
Its just a dream.
It can't come true.
That is impossible.
For only ten years of age,
I knew this much.
How I wish that was right.
I spent the next few days watching.
Waiting.
For a glimpse of my father, riding over the crest of the hill.
Armor shining in the sun,
Like shining silver.
Days later.
They seemed like years.
Time seems to do that,
To pass so slow
When you wish it
To go quick.
And so fast
When you wish it
To go slow.
I saw a lone rider on the crest of the hill.
Father?
I ran down from my spot on the tower.
I ran as fast as my ten year-old legs could take me.
Only to come face to face
With a stranger.
Who are you?
I asked, staring up at the young man with round, big eyes.
He replied, crouching down,
To face me,
A royal massager. And I am here to say,
I am sorry, your father did not survive the battle.
His men were horribly out numbered.
I am sorry, truly.
I remember my blood felt like ice.
My body felt numb.
Tears poured down my cheeks.
And I could no longer say
It was just a dream.
For it had come
Alive.
Out of my mind.
I had magic in my veins.
Magic.
It could get me executed.
Burned.
Decapitated.
It was not a dream.
I had seen what is yet to come.
The future.
Though I wish I hadn't
I wish it was a dream.
I wish it was a dream.
So this was my first poem fic. Ever. And the first poem I have written in months! So be nice! NO FLAMES! and don't tell me anything about what is yet to come in the series, or I will... virtually take away the virtual cookie I give you when you review. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.