Heya there everyone! My first fanfic in three years, yaay! Notice that this is only a prologue and the actual chapters will be longer.
I would love to have a beta, so if anybody's intrested, message me :) Also, reviews give me life
Once upon a time, in a land of myth and a time of magic, there lived a young and very handsome prince called Arthur, and even though he could be a bit pompous at times (though no one would ever tell him that), the people of the kingdom loved him for his kind, warm heart. He could never really feel appease when he knew that there were others who were suffering, never see sorrow and misery without trying to ease the pain. Thanks to that the land was flourishing and never had such happiness and prosperity been seen before.
It was barely the prince could walk across the marketing place or ride along the streets of the beautiful Camelot before crowds of people gathered around to honour him. Little girls threw flowers at him and women in all ages where seen throwing dreamy looks his way. And when he smiled at them, it was like the whole world lit up for a moment, and suddenly nothing seemed too hard. So as you understand, the people loved their beautiful and kind prince.
Now it happened so that the twice widowed king had another child, for after his lovely Igraine had died giving birth to Arthur and he had banned magic, he had remarried. That woman had soon followed his former wife into the lands of the dead, but before she left she gave birth to a little daughter.
'Little' was the best way to describe the child, and when she was born everyone at court thought she would die, small and weak as she was, but somehow she'd managed to survive. She was still weak though, and often very sick. Rarely was she ever outside, spending most of her time looking out her window at the other children playing, children she could not join for she was much too ill. Sometimes Arthur rode out with his little sister sitting in front of him on his horse.
But Merlin, the little princess, only five years old, was too sick to enjoy life, and it pained all good people who saw her. But most of all it pained Prince Arthur, who barley could stand the thought of how pained his little sister was.
The king had asked the best physicians in all of the five kingdoms for help, had sent for medications and potions and herbs from all around the known world, but nothing had helped. For every day that passed Merlin grew weaker and weaker, and again the court feared that they would lose their little princess, who they all felt such sorrow and grief for.
The old physician in Camelot watched over the little princess day and night, the king could barely think out of worry for his daughter, and there wasn't a day passing without Arthur thinking of a way that he could possibly save his little sister.