Hello people, gosh I am bad bad person, I am crap at posting up dates and new stories but here is one that will hopefully go all the way to complete cause I have pretty much got most of it covered XD I really hope you lot will enjoy this casue I know I will enjoy writing it, I don't have beta so it's it's riddled with mistakes.
I sadly don't own Merlin but I own Colin's heart XD (it was a messy business but I got it...eventually;D)
Heavy rain whipped around the rocky outcrops that formed a guard around the run down hut that sat cradled between two sides of a small valley, animal carcasses swung from frayed rope, buffeted and twisting in the harsh wind that drove the ice needles through the air.
A soft, unearthly glow escaped from the thin drapes of tattered material over the huts boarded up windows, the inside being no more well kept than the outside.
Swaddled in old clothes that once would have glimmered in wealth, and thick pelts from the terrifying beats that prowled the surrounding woods, an old woman sat hunched in the middle of the dirt floor, her pale bulging eyes blind to the world outside of the circle of blood that surrounded her.
With each shift in her stature dark beetles and beads glimmered in her white, braided hair, thin arms covered in dark tattoos held up the mangy corpse of a midnight Raven, his wings hanging dejectedly from his small body, his once bright eyes now dull and slightly pinched.
"Spirit, why have you called me…do you not understand my rules of payment?" The woman's voice was soft and subtle like that of a young maid in the spring time, but her face was gnarled like a wizened tree that had suffered many hardships.
Darkness flittered around the edge of the hut before the wind whistled out its reply.
"Oh, we know the price wise one, if you carry out our wish then the soul you desire will be vulnerable and we promise to bring it to you ourselves" The old woman smiled at the ground before chanting in a rough voice.
The words seemed to form solidity and drift around the small hut in coils before sticking to the dead Raven now lying in the dirt, as the words reached an end the woman's eyes turned white and remained that way as tortured screams of the dead echoed around the surrounding area.
"I wonder how Emrys will get out of this one" She chuckled to herself, satisfied that the soul of Camelot's beloved prince would soon be trapped within the flimsy body of the dead raven, and Emrys helpless to stop it.
Review my pretties, or you won't get the next chapter XD