Hi everybody! This is my second fanfiction on Freya/Merlin. They are so sweet together! :) Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Freya!" Devin called out to his little sister. Freya stood up. She had been lying down in the meadow under the wild flowers, so she had been completely hidden. Smiling she rushed to her brother.

"I'm right here!" She replied picking out peaces of flowers which were sticking to her hair.

Devin laughed at her. "If Matthew sees you like this I think he might want to think twice before he comes and calls on you."

Freya smacked her brother playfully. He was the eldest next to her.

Racing towards the house she let the wind fly through her hair. Although she was 18 Freya still loved the meadow. If she wasn't there she would be walking along the lake. It was like she belonged to nature.

Matthew was a long time friend. At the age of 20 he was becoming more than a friend to Freya.

She still didn't know if she returned those feelings.

Walking in the door, she gave Matthew a big hug.

"How are you today?" She asked with a smile.

Instead of replying, he handed her a huge bouquet of flowers. Freya gasped.

"They are beautiful!" She exclaimed.

"I can't stay but I was hoping you could join me on a walk in the lake tonight. I have something I would like to ask you."

Freya looked at Matthew. "I would love to." she replied.

Once Matthew left, Freya's younger sister walked up to her. Tasha was very bright. Even if she was only five.

"What's Matthew gonna ask you Freya?" The big blue eyes didn't get any harder to resist.

Freya shrugged trying to ignore the constant fluttering in her stomach. Smiling she picked up her little sister.

"I will just have to wait and see."

That night Freya met Matthew on the lake. They talked for a while, then Matthew turned to Freya, a meaningful look into her eyes. She swallowed, but the butterflies would not leave her throat.

"I have known you all my life Freya." He began. "I have grown to love and respect you. I can only hope you feel the same way." Taking her hands, he said, "Freya, will you marry me?"

Freya looked at him. Her heart was full, and her hands sweaty. Unable to say anything she just nodded. The happiness evident in her face.

Matthew laughed and swung her around.

Freya stood by herself at the water's edge. Matthew had just left, and she needed some time to think over what had just happened. Matthew had just proposed! She had not been expecting anything like that. She had always thought of him as a friend. And yet there had always been something else. Something more she could not ignore.

A rustle in the bushes interrupted her thoughts.

"Matthew?" She said out loud.

All of a sudden without warning, a man jumped out of the bushes, and with a big knife in his hands jumped at her. Ducked she took his hand trying to stop him from stabbing her. The rest of that moment was a blur. Somehow the knife slipped, somehow it was lunged in the man's throat. Standing up, Freya looked down at the man. Dead. His blood staining the water. Running away, she collided into an elderly woman. "I'm sorry!" She said breathing hard.

The woman looked at her with such hatred, Freya didn't know what to think. The woman pointed a finger at her,

"You killed my son!" She screeched. "And for that you will pay, you will kill forever more."

And with that, the witch pounded her staff into the ground. Freya felt her head being thrown back, and everything went black.

When she awoke, she saw Matthew looking down at her. She smiled at him. He looked relieved.

Freya sat up, and looked around. "What happened?" She asked.

"You didn't come home. We found you on the path leading to the lake."

Matthew frowned. "You all right?"

Freya nodded, feeling anything but. Her family was circled around her grateful she was all right.

At that moment the clock struck 12. Freya felt something changing inside her body. She groaned. Her groan had never sounded so deep and growling-like. The family stared as Freya started to change.

Screaming in pain Freya saw her hands turn into paws. She bent over like a beast. Her eyes glowed and before her family and Matthew, she turned into a cat with saber teeth, and wings. Unable to control herself she lunged at her dad, as everyone screamed and ran from the hut. Bending down the Freya saw an image of her dad. Dead. Running outside everyone was running for their lives. Grabbing people and throwing them she felt like she was in a bad dream. Tasha ran up the the monster. The monster took one look at her and was about to lunge when Matthew ran up to the beast with a sword in his hand. Freya stopped. Her heart racing. What was going on? Before she could gain control she lunged forward, killing the man she loved and her little sister.

By the end of the night, not one person was alive.

Flying away, Freya found refuge in a cave.

When she woke up it was morning. Remembering what had happened, Freya sobbed uncontrollably. She was now alone. Without a friend in the world.

For the next six months life was all a blur. Every night at midnight she would change into a beast.

Her dress was now completely rags. Walking everyday, she tried to avoid every village and human being. She new she was a potential threat to everyone about her.

One day it was different. Seeing smoke ahead, Freya started to walk towards it instead of running the other direction. It had been a year since she had first attacked her own village. A year since she had seen any human being. Tonight she stumbled into the druids' camp. Unable to walk any further.

I will update soon! Hope you enjoy so far! I will add a new chapter hopefully tonight. PLEASE review!

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