Decided to do a merlin as a girl fan fic. You guys can send suggestions or couples you want. Please read and review.
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There is a legend. One that has been around for such a long time. To most it's a fairytale, a story told to those willing to listen. But it's true. Well most of it is.
Over time things were changed and now days not everything is right.
But that's why I'm here. I am here to tell you the truth. The truth about everyone and the truth about what really happened.
My name is merlin and despite popular belief I am a female not male and here is the truth.
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I was born in ealdor to a couple, Hunith and Balinor.
My father was a wanted fugitive. And my mother loved him
Together with me they went running. But my mother was caught and hurt. She was left to die. In her final moment she had me.
As I was born a bird flew overhead. A merlin. So that was my name.
My mother died shortly after naming me and I was left for dead. A cloth less babe in the middle of a forest.
By chance I was found by a Druid girl. As I could do magic she took me to her camp and the elders let me stay.
I grew up there and learnt the was of the Druid. We talked telepathically so I never actually learnt how to talk to a non magical being but at the time it didn't matter.
My life was simple. It was peaceful.
And I loved it.
I was loved by everyone. It was not because I was emrys. At the time i didn't even know I was emrys. I was told it was because there was no other way. When one saw me they just loved me. But I never understood.
When I was seven. Marline, my mother had her first and only child. He was so small and cute.
Shortly after the birth she died. The child was an orphan like me. His father had been murdered by a man called uther at least that's what Marline told me.
I knew that my mother wasn't my real parent. She told me my real mum was dead and my real dad probably was too. But that didn't matter. So I took the boy in as my brother, as my own child.
I thought long and hard for a name.
I was his sister. Merlin. His mother was Marline. And his father was Marltey.
We all had m.
I called him mordred.
When mordred was two our lives changed forever.
Our camp was attacked.
My people were killed -or if they were very important- captured.
My close friend and one of my mentors, Cerdan came running to us. He had all the necessities and then grabbed my hand. I was holding mordred.
We went running. We tried to get away.
I hurt my foot on a tree root and knew Id slow us down. So I handed mordred to Cerdan and tried to get him to go.
He wouldn't.
Soon the people attacking us were coming.
I ran straight at them and managed to doge through them and went running in the opposite direction to my fellow escapees.
All my surviving people saw me and tried to save me. The attackers took this as a sign that I was important and locked me up.
I was taken from my family. My home. My life.
I was locked in a dungeon.
Every day one of my people would e taken out and away. They never came back.
I was locked in a cell at the very far end.
I could curl in a ball and no one would see me.
They soon forgot about me. I know this because they killed the last it people and said "so that was the last of them"
They stopped coming down here. They stopped brining food.
They stopped brining water.
I got lonely.
I got hungry.
I got thirsty.
I don't know how long I was done there for bit eventually I got some common sense and used my magic to escape.
I found an old tunnel system and ran through it for a long time.
I eventually found the kitchens. I got food and water. I soon learnt my way around the tunnels.
I lived in them.
One day while walking though them I heard something.
It was laughter. From the distance it sounded just like mordreds.
I went running. Following the noise.
I knew of lots of the walls that you could push and you'd get to a room. But i didn't know this one.
It opened up into a bedroom.
In this room there was a huge bed and a desk and a table and dresser. There were toys. Lost of toys. And a boy.
Although he had blue eyes like my mordred. His hair was blonde. And he wasn't younger than me. No he was older.
I stood there. Looking at him.
He stared back. But he didn't yell or scream he just stared.
I probably looked terrible. Scrawny and dirty and wild.
I turned around and ran Back the way I came.
That night I slept near the opening to the room. I don't know why.
And that night he came into the tunnels. He grabbed my arm and gently led me into his room.
He motioned to a bath and then left his room.
I kept my under dress on and hopped into the bath.
I washed myself in what felt like the first time in forever.
I hopped out and went to the cupboard and borrowed some clothes. I hoped that he wouldn't mind.
I went behind the screen an pulled of my under dress. What is saw freaked me out. There was something wrong with my chest.
The last time I had looked at myself was the last time I changed my clothes which was when I was nine. I didn't know it by it had been four years. I had hit puberty but because I didn't even know what that was I had no clue what was up with my chest.
But I decided to not make a big deal. If it mattered then someone would notice and point it out.
I pulled on his pants and shirt and the. Got put from behind the screen.
I stood around for a while when I heard a knock.
I opened the door.
He was standing there.
"I guess you're done" he said. To which I nodded. He motioned to his table. Which had lots of food.
I ate as much as I could.
He let me sleep on his bed while he slept on his chair.
The next day he took me to his king.
He said "my king yesterday when I was practising at the fields this young woman showed up. Her parent were killed by bandits and she has nowhere to go"
I stood there quietly and thought about my family. It brought tears to my eyes.
When the man spoke I cried harder for that voice was the same that ordered the death of my people.
He called forth a woman. She was lumpy and smelled funny. She was the woman that took in orphans and tried to find them new homes.
I said waved goodbye to the boy and let the woman lead me to a small house overrun but young children.
I helped her cook, clean, raise the children and find them homes.
A year later. When I was fourteen. But didn't know it. A man came by. He said his name was jonas. He asked about me.
Karla, the lumpy lady told him I never spoke. Never made any noise. She said that I did what I was told when I was told. She said that I was a great help and made delicious food.
He gave her a gold piece and told her he'd pay more depending on how well I did. He then led me to a place called the rising sun. It was two storey.
The first floor held a bar. A big one. The second storey was rooms. An inn.
My room was under the stairs. It has a bed and a box.
I put my few meagre belongings that I got from Karla into the box and sat on the bed.
Jonas chucked me new clothes.
It was two dresses and one shirt and skirt.
One dress was white. Pure white. With outlines of flowers in a lavender colour. It start very low. J
On my breasts as I had learnt. Just above the nipples. It ended just under the knee. The top was very tight and the bottom loose.
The next dress was pink and white. Pink on the left and right and white in the middle. It didn't how much of my breasts and everything above the belly button was loose. Under the belly button was very tight. And this dress ended just past my bottom.
The Shirt and skirt combo were two different colours. The skirt was brown and the short pink. The shirt had poofy sleeves and a very tight everything else. It started just above the nipples and ended just above the belly button. The skirt had ruffles but was tight around my bottom. It ended around mid thigh.
I looked at jonas to make sure the sizes and everything were right. He nodded his head so I gently folded them and placed them in the box.
He told me I was to do everything I was told. And never ever say no or try to not do as I was told. I nodded my head.
If only I had of gotten put of there when I had the chance.