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Grey Daughter

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I long for there to be good and evil. I want black and white. I want certainty.

But I am the Merlin's daughter; and my world is grey as fog, as stone, as doubt. Unfeeling grey. Cold grey. Desperate, hungry, lonely grey. So I clutch my bow, and nock an arrow to the string. I splash the blankness with bright blood and vivid blue woad. The colours roar through me like a scream, and I feel alive.

In battle, I am no-one's pawn.

In battle, I have the right to choose my own destiny.

…Even if only for an hour.

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A/N: As always, I'd love to hear what you thought! Would you be interested if I made this into a series of Guinevere drabbles? Go and check out Dame de coer's excellent reply to this one-shot, btw – it's part of her Vincere vel Cadere one-shot series, and it's called "Steel".