This is my first fic, so no h8r's plz. *slight giggling* Jesus Christ what have I gotten myself into? I will try to update frequently, but I have no clue where I am going with this story. *sigh* It is probably merthur. :|. Enjoy!.
Rating- K+ (might change depending on where this story ends up *winks*, plus possible hurt!Merlin *evil smirk*)
Pairing/s- probably some Gwaine/Merlin, perhaps some Merthur, Maybe even some merdred? Who knows maybe everyone will have a thing for turned-a-girl!Merlin?
A flash of white light… A malicious laugh… A weight pressing down on him, forcing him to the floor.
What had he ever done to get himself in the situation? All he had ever done was serve prince clotpole, and you know, kept a secret from the very same prince that, if he found out that said secret, could mean he would get himself executed.
All Merlin could remember was a sorceress standing over him. Unsure of her identity. All he could remember was that she had long black hair, and that she said with a voice that had a soft and nurturing façade but was laced throughout with evil and ill intent, 'This is for the best of both of us'. That was before she stood up from where she crouched next to him and walked away and everything went black.
Merlin woke up with a sweat, to the sound of a women scream. 'Thank God that was just a nightmare!' he thought to himself. But little did Merlin know but the nightmare was only just starting. He lay there in bed wiping the cold sweat of his brow, when he was suddenly startled when Gaius burst into his bed chambers. Gaius walked over to his wards bed and asked "is everything okay m'boy? I heard a scream coming from your room and I came as quickly as I could." Merlin responded with a slight grumble of assurance and with that Gaius got up and left the room but not without asking again if he was okay.
Merlin felt absolutely fine! What on earth could have made Gaius think that Merlin was not okay? Well at least he thought that when he tried to sit up. He place his hands behind him and push himself into an upright position. When he sat up he noticed that his shoulders and legs hurt with a terrible agony, as it they were recently broken, and that he had a weight pushing down on his chest. Maybe he wasn't okay? Merlin swung his legs, that seemed to be miles longer, over the edge of the bed and pushed himself up once more. He took one step forwards and he buckled over his newfound weight and caused a loud crashing noise. His already aching bones hurt more and he sat there in defeat. He called Gaius to his aid and sat there patiently, surely Gaius could tell him what was causing all of this.
Gaius walked into Merlin's bedchambers for a second time this morning. He walked over to the bed only to be met with a long, ebony haired maiden. "Um… excuse me? Who are y-?" His sentence was cut off when the maiden turned to face him. It was a recognizable face but was covered in tear tracks. "Merlin?" questioned the old man. "What have you done this time?" he asked as he knelt down next his ward, whipping off their tears. A stutter-y voice came from Merlin's mouth "What i-is happening to m-m-me?" and he (she?) started to cry again. The voice that came of Merlin's mouth was not his own. It was silky and soft and womanly throughout. "Merlin…" he trailed of, as he thought of a delicate way to put it. "You have appeared to become a woman" Merlin shuddered. Gaius helped Merlin to her feet, only to find that Merlin couldn't support her own weight, and placed her on the bed.
Merlin was scared, how could this be happening to him? One minute he was serving price clotpole in his room and the next he was on his bed, in agony, having the news broken to him that he has appear to change gender. Gaius darted out the room to get some crutches for Merlin to use so he could at least hobble around slightly. Taking the crutches from her mentor, she tried to stand up again. She could stand once more, even walk around, but the terrible agony being emitted from her bones was preventing him from moving too much. Despite that he moved himself over to the mirror in his room. He had changed so much! His button up shirt was tight round the chest and his breeches slightly tighter around the hips. In addition to this his shirt was too long for his now shorter upper body and his breeches too short for his now longer legs. He observed himself further as he changed from his nightwear to his day clothes. He had a curvy body (very curvy), mile long legs, a soft face and mid length, ebony, hair. His face was not much different, except for the smoothing of his chin, he had the same smile and piercing blue eyes, which would be enough for anyone to recognize him.