Hi! This is my first attempt at a Merlin fanfic, so I hope you enjoy! The first part isn't the best thing I've ever written, but it does get better, so please sick with it! Just to warn you, it does get pretty dark in places, so this isn't suitable for younger readers.
Let the Memory Live Again- Chapter One
Every so often the lullaby drifted into her head, the lullaby that her mother used to sing to her. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night at five years old, sweat dripping down her body, tears running down her face. Her mother sung to her, rocked her back to sleep, banishing that terrible dream away; the dream in which she saw her mother lying on the hard stone floor, eyes like glass, blood surrounding her body.
She remembered her father telling her that everything would be all right, that they would get through this, together. She remembered laying the daffodils down on his coffin, the good King Uther by her side.
She had felt the power grow inside of her, ever since she could remember it had been there. It hurt her. Her mind hurt unceasingly, she suffered from constant sleep deprivation. She felt the magic bubble way like acid, burning her inside, waiting to be released. It grew constantly stronger; she didn't just see thing anymore, no, I was so much more than that.
Uther Pendragon strolled through his castle, content with the scenes that he saw; people were happy, the sun was shining outside, things were running smoothly. He lay back in his throne, shut his eyes and took a long, deep breath, appreciating the calm atmosphere. Nothing could ruin this rare moment of peace. Or so he thought.
"I can't do it anymore Uther!" Morgana crashed through the doors, "I can't be around that man for another second or I fear I may strangle him!"
Uther sighed. He'd known that Sir Gaheris would be a problem, that he would clash with his ward's feisty nature, "You have to make an effort Morgana."
"If I hadn't been making an effort, he'd be dead already!" she snapped, "I can't stand the man! He's rude, obnoxious, chauvinistic and I don't like the way he looks at me!"
Uther could already feel a headache coming along. "Calm down Morgana. As you know, your father wished for you to be married by the age of eighteen. Although I am a man true to my word, I have not attempted to press you into marriage before now. You are twenty years old Morgana and it is your time to marry."
She almost laughed at this "You say that so dryly my lord. It is not the idea of marriage that I dislike Uther, just the idea of being married to him."
"First impressions are very rarely correct Morgana, you must give him a chance before you turn him away."
She knew it was pointless to argue, "Fine. But you have to promise that you won't force me to marry him."
Uther smiled kindly, "I promise."
*****
Morgana slowly walked down the corridor, putting off the moment in which she would have to spent time with Gaheris again. She took a deep breath as she entered the room in which the knight had requested they meet.
"Ah, Lady Morgana, you are here."
She walked into the vast room to find Gaheris, alone, sitting on top of a table.
"Sir Gaheris. Where is everyone else?" the emptiness of the echoey room worried her. She didn't get worried very often.
"I thought it might be nice to meet in private. We've hardly had a moment to ourselves since I arrived in Camelot."
"That's because we're not supposed to Sir Gaheris. Now good night." She didn't want to spend another minute with this man. She turned around to leave.
"Wait Morgana." Her stopped her, "I know your secret,"
She spun around, "What?!"
He grinned, "And I intend to use it."
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!