A/N: Hello! This is going to be a multi-chapter fic, and a cross over for Merlin and Pirates of the Caribbean and I am going to get this finished I tell you! No seriously, this is going to be finished, I got really excited about it and began typing it straight away, read over this once quickly so if there is any mistakes please, please tell me! This is a draft version kinda, when you point out the mistakes I fix em up in the word document and then repost the whole thing fixed! Also please point out plot holes, and things that just don't make any sense!
ENJOY! :D
Warnings : Err, Blood, Gore kind of.
Camelot's halls were empty of life, not a sound made its way through the ruined castle, all previous possessions that were held there were destroyed on the ground, and beneath a large stone column was a maid with curly dark hair, her basket of laundry spread out around her. There was blood pooled around her body and her plain previously purple and yellow dress was soaked in it, she was dead.
All around the castle and throughout the town there were similar situations, in the Physicians quarters there were two men, an elderly man trapped under a bookcase clearly dead, and a young boy around the age of eighteen with a mop of black hair on his head, blood leaked out through various injuries but it wasn't clear whether or not he was alive.
On the other side of the castle was a man trapped beneath his bed hangings, a pale arm stuck out from beneath the hangings and wood and a blonde hair lumped together with sticky red blood was seen protruding from beneath as well.
In the court rooms nobles and royalty were buried under layers of rubble, rocks had crushed the upper-class people of Camelot, a man with grey hair and a golden crown resting atop his head was crushed by a large stone falling onto him while he was sitting in his chair, beside him was a royal girl, her black hair streaked with reds, her pale white dress having a mixed pattern of blood splotches across it but her chest still moved up and down if only slightly, the girl was still alive even if no one else in that room was.
In the lower towns, all the weakly structured houses had crumbled crushing those inside it, the ones outside were trapped by fleeing animals or falling walls and stalls, or had fallen through the large crack through the middle of the main path. The remains of the tavern shifted a bit, a tanned hand shot out through a small gap and began shoving rubble away from it digging a bigger hole in the rubble, the hand was scratched ad bleeding but continued to dig and scrabble.
Eventually there was a gap large enough for the hands owner's other hand to come up, with the two hands the person worked the small gap into one large enough for a relatively thin person to slip through.
Grabbing onto the sides of the rubble the two hands pulled up a battered man with messy brown hair and deep brown eyes, the man continued to hall himself up until he was sitting on the rubble, swinging his legs cautiously out of the hole the man staggered to stand and hobbled down the rubble pile reaching the path.
The man stopped there for a second straightening his back and checking his bleeding knee briefly before marching towards the castle ruins with a determined air. The man left a small trial of blood behind him as he walked but nothing slowed him down, he apparently had a job to do.
A/N: Did ya get the hints on who's who? If so I am so very sorry of who I killed, if not... you'll find out next chapter, warning you now, I am a very slow updater but am going to get this finished!
Thanks for reading please review and come back for the next chapter!
