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Ella's P.O.V
Conflict is nothing new to me. Living in Camelot meant there would always be some kind of conflict. My mother Hunith sent me and my older brother Merlin to Camelot to live with our Uncle Gaius. I was a 10-year-old child with magic living in Camelot. A kingdom where magic was banned. After I turned 12 there were constant attacks on Camelot and I was forced to grow up too fast. A child forced to grow up too fast. Before coming to Camelot I taught myself how to handle a sword. I learnt long ago that those who don't have swords could still die upon them. Years ago it was considered a joke. A serving girl walking alongside the Knights of Camelot with a sword on her hip. But it all changed when some bandits attempted to kidnap Lady Morgana. I stepped between the lady and an incoming sword. Since then I've been treated with slightly a bit more respect.
I'm 19 now. It is a cold, chilly afternoon and the Knights are laughing and telling jokes to each other like they have no worries in the world. Leon was telling one of his many adventures of travelling and taverns to Elyan and the other knights. I softly join in with the laughter. The Knights are the closest friends I've had since I became a servant. Merlin was desperate to keep Arthur away from Ismere. I think he wanted Arthur to stay far away from Morgana.
I was mostly worried about Gwaine at the moment. He and his patrol came up to the north a week earlier and disappeared. Gwaine was one of my best friends. I need to clear my mind. "I need to go and get more wood." As I get up and walk away the knights joking tell me to get Merlin to do it but I ignore it. I get my sword and basket and head towards the forest. The forest was peaceful, quiet. I pick up some branches and wood for the knight's fire. I softly hum and start to sing my favourite song.
"Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die
Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die
The King and his men stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her bones
The seas be ours and by the powers
Where we will...we'll roam
Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never say we die
Some men have died and some are alive
And others sail on the sea
With the keys to the cage
And the devil to pay
We lay to Fiddler's Green!
Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die
The bell has been raised from its watery grave
Do you hear its sepulchral tone?
A Call to all, pay heed to the squall
And turn your sail towards home!
Yo, Ho haul together, hoist the colours high
Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."
The basket was now full of wood for the fire but I feel someone watching me from the dark of the forest. I head back to the camp and put the wood next to the fires. I lie under the trees close to the knights and look up at the sky and see some of the first stars that appear in the sky before the sun completely set. The sight and smells of Snowbells and lavenders ease my mind and I quickly drift off into darkness.
I open my eyes and see myself as I was when I was a child. A happy, innocent child who hadn't worried about conflict and was enjoying her childhood. I see some of my childhood friends who had left Camelot or died. Willis, Jean and Daniel. We used to play Tag, Hide and seek and other games. I was running with Willis away from Jean in the forest. "Come on Willis. You need to run faster or else Jean or the Fell ghost will get you! I was running through the forest laughing and always looking behind me but I should have been looking ahead. Felix turns into 5 enemy soldiers and I feel myself falling down a ravine. I scream and put my arms over my head to protect myself as I rolled down. I hear the soldiers coming down the ravine and I want to get up. But I can't. "Look here men. We've found ourselves a beauty here." These men were cruel. As one of them touch me I kick and scream like there is no tomorrow. I hear the men scream as someone comes to my rescue but the rug soaked with some kind of hallucinogen they put over my nose makes me drowsy. I hear a soft, soothing voice trying to calm me down. A young boy with black hair, sapphire blue eyes. "Ella.."
I jolt up and see that the sky was filled with blue, purple and white stars. But I had been moved. I was by the fire next to the Knights. "You're awake. Have some stew." Leon gives me a bowl of Beef and vegetable stew that I had prepared earlier that day. "You've impressed us again with your cooking Ella." I blush and eat the stew and it was delicious. "So you all trust me over Merlin when it comes to cooking?" The knights laugh and they talk about how Merlin isn't a good cook. But I start to ponder on the dream or nightmare that I had. Why did I dream about the Druid boy? It is baffling how I can clearly remember that boy. I always had felt a longing to find the boy but Merlin always stopped me. Now I only hope that I find him alive and well somewhere. But it is very likely that he could be dead.
I hear the knights talk about going to bed early. I lie down by the fire and lie down in on the blanket. It takes me a while to sleep again but I whisper a small spell and I drift away into a dreamless sleep.