A new story! For those who are waiting of "Different Measures" There is an alert on my profile but I'll put it here as well!

Alert!: I did write a few chapters of "Different Measures" which were unfortunately deleted when my laptop decided it couldn't deal with the pressure of writing a dissertation and refused to boot. I have struggled to keep the story true to the manga, but don't worry it isn't finished yet. After this chapter (which I'm having to rewrite!) I will sometimes use the manga plot but I shall be exploring the story of Faith and the rest of the Sanzo gang. Many Thanks for being patient.

I have also finished Uni! Hooray and am currently taking a break so should be able to write whilst not working, as I have to pay for a car!

Disclaimer: I am not and do not own or an associated with the creators and licensers of BBC's Merlin. I do own a kitten called Merlin, not quite the same thing.

Run.

Pain.

Breathe!

She struggled, kicking and clawing at the hand dragging her by her hair. The owner of the hand was hidden beneath a dark hooded cloak, offering a contrast to the pale white of the hand.

The young woman continued to struggle, fear and determination dilating her stormy blue pupils.

She did not know her destination but the tunnel she was being forced through was itself, an experience. Instead of a corridor or hallway with four walls and a solid floor, the ground was a kaleidoscope of blues and blacks merging with the nothingness of the walls.

The young woman felt like she had been dragged for hours, questioning the logic behind this supernatural phenomenon. Her predicament had, in reality, lasted a mere forty five minutes and started by the simple words of:

"You will suffice."

It was within those three little words that her destiny was completely rewritten.

The hand tugged again, causing a gasp of pain to escape her lips. A growl of muttering came from under the captor's hood. A blinding light was beginning to grow in front of them with every passing second, dark shapes blurred in the distance.

She resumed her clawing, her nails digging into her captors flesh. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. This was it, she was going to die.

Whilst attempting to dig her heels into the illogical flooring, the young woman had not noticed that she was located within the light until it began to burn her skin. Trying to muffle her scream, the hand that held her lifted her head. She felt her body hit cool solid wood flooring as he threw her to the floor in the room at the end of the portal.

Her hands automatically went to her head as her captor let go. Her vision was blurred, her hearing hazy and she could feel a hot liquid caressing her fingertips as she held her head.

She could hear shouting, but could not distinguish individual words. Breathing harshly she tried to move, attempting to rely on her battered and shaky legs only to be met with silence, as the hooded villain held a jagged dagger against her cheek.

Her eyes travelled up from the weapon, up the captors arm and to his face. His eyes and nose were covered by his hood, but his mouth showed a merciless grin and a row of sharpened teeth. Her hearing was still hazy but her eyesight was getting increasingly sharper. Raising her hand slowly and hopefully keeping eye contact, she thrust the dagger out of the way and head butted him, running past in an attempt to distance herself.

The villain held his head and growled.

The room was filled with men dressed in the armour of knights, who seemed to glisten in the candle light, their swords were raised and one man started to shout. The woman and her assailant were circled in by the medieval warriors. She heard the clang of swords behind her as she ran fled from them, the knight went to part to let her through.

In a moment of bravery or stupidity she refused the chance to escape and ran to the nearest knight and grabbed the sword from his hand, running back into the enclosed space.

The knight tried to grab her and drag her back; however, she had turned away too quickly and was now facing her captor with a raised sword. He grinned as she faced him, injured knights stood behind him, their swords still raised. With the dagger in one hand, the assailant muttered a few dark words producing a blue orb, which he quickly threw at her.

She landed with a thud, the sword clanging on the floor beside her. Every cell in her body was on fire, every breath inflamed her lungs. She could hear screaming but did not realise its origin was her own mouth. One of the knights ventured to aid her but she attempted to move away. The hooded man lit another blue orb and threw it as a warning to the knights. He stepped closer to her writhing body; he held the dagger high as the knights prepared for attack. The young woman felt for the sword beside her, finding the hilt as the dagger readied it fur attack. Pushing her body past exhaustion she lifted the sword and plunged it into the cruel heart of her torturer.

Dropping the dagger, his hands went towards the blade in his chest as she applied more pressure on it. He dropped to his knees, his blood covering his fingers. The pain she felt subsided, her head still throbbed, getting slowly to her feet a hand grabbed her wrist forcing her to drop her now limb grip on the borrowed sword. She turned her head slightly but her eyes never left the dying man. He started to chuckle as he stared at something behind him, she followed his gazed and felt herself jolt. The portal was closing.

A small sob escaped her lips, pulling herself out of the knights grasp, she ran towards the ever smaller portal. Some knights tried to block her from her way home, but in the uproar she managed to dodge them. Her heart was beating loudly, the portal a fingertip away, just a few seconds and she could be home forgetting this bizarre event. Hope filled her as she crashed straight to the portal, only to crash into a giant oak door. She stood confused, her hands holding on to the door.

She had been too late, the portal had closed.

She began to claw at the door, sobs escaping from her throat. She turned looking for the creator of this misery, ignoring that all eyes in the room watched her every move. Seeing his unmoving body, she rushed to him and grabbed the collar of the cloak.

"Send me back."

The body did not respond and was limp in her hands, which only served to upset her more.

"You dragged me here! Send me back! Send me home!"

She felt someone touch her shoulder but shrugged it off as she began to break down.

"I just want to go home."

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(This was written on my tablet, so I can work on it anywhere!)

(Edit: This has been Beta Read, so hopefully Grammatical and spelling mistakes are to a minimum!)

(P.S. OMG So sorry for all the mistakes hopefully it's been fixed!)