Hi guys, this is my first fanfic. Reviews are much appreciated :) Constructive Critism is always accepted, anything that could improve my writing is never a bad thing, but no flames please :) I dont want this fanfic to be completley centered around my OC, I want to balance it out with focus on the other characters as well, but just bear with me, I hate the idea of my OC turning into a mary-sue, so let me know if she does, i will fix her ASAP but I had to introduce her somehow :P
So, if we are all comfortable, let the adventure begin :D
Oh yeah...very very unfortunatley, i dont own Merlin, or the very delicious Arthur, the BBC do. All us mere mortals can do is sit back and enjoy the view ;)
She walked the streets of Camelot, her long scarlet cloak trailing over the muddy ground behind her, drenching the hem of her skirts and weighing her down. The castle loomed up ahead of her, scary and magnificent and beautiful. The sunlight glinting off the turrets created a sense of magic and nobility that could only be compared to the pearly gates of heaven, or the gleaming majesty of Atlantis as it sunk beneath the foamy waves, never to be seen again. In front of her, the cobbled winding street packed with colorful stalls and stands spoke of villages. Of home. It was a long way from Ealdor, from the days of peace and prosperity, but now was not the time for such stories to be shared. Upon arrival at the castle doors, she stopped, breathing in the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine, which grew in creepers up the castle walls. The mahogany doors that stood guard to the most valuable assets of Camelot were intricately patterned and she ran her hand over the wood, feeling the blood, sweat and tears that went into carving the design into its face. She sighed, lowering her hood, and stepped over the threshold into the castle.
"My lord, I have travelled far and seek an audience with a member of your court." Uther sat upon his throne, an image of majesty and nobility. Whether or not he actually deserved his place there was a different matter, a matter of opinion. Uther prided himself at being able to judge character, and he saw no reason not to grant this woman her wish. She appeared friendly enough, with strawberry blonde curls and warm brown eyes.
"With whom is it that you wish to counsel?" His voice was warm and friendly, suggesting no suspicion or doubt.
"My lord, I am seeking counsel with Merlin."