Disclaimer: I don not own Merlin or any characters from the show
Everyone knows the story of King Arthur, the legendary king who united the lands of Albion with the help of the powerful sorcerer Merlin and troupe of brave knight. But what of the lesser known characters in the tale of power, of how the land of Camelot came to be under Pendragon rule and the tyrant family who would hold it in their grip.
This is the true story of how one family changed everything.
The sun stood high over the valley as the violent rhythm of hoofs ratted through the fields. For the women working in the fields remained low as the family rode on by. Upon the giant white mare stood the eldest daughter now riding in front of her siblings, but was quickly caught up by her younger brother, who within minutes had passed the invisible finish line.
"Not so fast now sister." The young victor joyed, sticking his tongue at his angry feuding sister.
"Agravaine, I will have your tongue!" The wild young girl screamed as she jumped from her horse, she was known for her brashness and wild temper. She was only eight but needed to learn to control herself.
"Vivienne! Leaving him at peace, he meant no harm. Must you always be so impatience!" Vivienne was stopped by their mother, joining the rest of her children, her youngest children in her arms. Vivienne huff while her brothers dismounted their horses, her older brothers immediately flocking to help the seven year old Ygraine from her horse.
"Now put the horses away and come in for dinner before it gets dark." Their mother ordered, grabbing hold of her two young daughters.
"Come on Viv, you hear mother, away with your horse." Tristan taunted as her lead his own brown horse towards the stables, following his older brother Gareth. Viv laughed as gently lead the stead after her siblings.
"Viv? I'm sorry." The small voice of Agravaine caused Vivienne to stop and turn towards him, unlike his sister Agravaine hated to quarrel with his twin.
"I guess it is I am to be sorry, I was too hasty. Truce." She smiled as she held out her small arm.
"Truce." He agreed, his floppy black hair always neatly combed bobbed as he laughed, unlike his sister's that was unruly and wingspread. The pair was born together as far as they saw it, would die together. Their young minds seeing no reason to be parted, But unknown to the pair their world was about to take a very different path.