Merlin belongs to BBC! I only really own Aislinn.
Cheering, the people were cheering.
They were cheering for a man, sat on the back of a white horse with a look of determination on his face. Everything about him radiated authority and courage. His handsome face was full of confidence as he beamed down upon his people.
"This is not the end. It's a new beginning. Camelot will rise to power once again, and we will all work together to ensure that it happens."
His words were followed by even more cheering.
"And the new Camelot, will welcome the Old Religion with open arms. We will all work together, to ensure that Camelot is a Kingdom where no one will live in fear again!"
He raised his sword high up in the air and the cheering grew, as if it could be possible, even louder. He beamed at his people at they chanted his name and called him their saviour.
His eyes shifted from his people and instead fell upon a man, shorter than him, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. They shared a look between them; a more solemn look than the King on the horseback had given to his people. There was a sorrow in the smiles of the two men as they looked at one another, and yet, as they looked back at the cheering people, the sadness in their smiles faded away.
Aislinn turned in her bed, feeling the sun that swarmed in through her window blaze against her skin. She opened her brilliant blue eyes, her lips already curved into a smile.
She knew what she'd seen now wasn't just a dream.
It was the future: a future where her people and the people of the Kingdom lived side by side. A future that she was told would never happen.
She took a deep breath, as she sat up in her bed, holding onto her blanket as she stared out of her window and across to the sea.
Aislinn was going to Camelot.
I'm new to this whole fanfiction writing thing, so sorry if my writing's not quite there yet! Reviews would be lovely, seeing as I'm going to need all the help I can get!