Hi ladies and gents, this is one of the first stories I have published on this site. ***
I'm looking forward to hearing what everyone thinks and be warned grammar is not my strong point but I am working on it :)
Prologue.
"Mordred look at what I found!"
The young druid boys ears pick up the sound of his name and he swings around, the hood of his cloak falling from his head as he does so. "What?" he asks irritably as he scans for the source of the voice. "Aislinn where..." Mordred trails off as the girl steps out from behind a large oak tree, holding her arm up in the air in triumph.
"What is it?" he asks, squinting at the silver shiny thing dangling from her fist. "It's a necklace" Aislinn informs him as she walks closer "it's gorgeous" she says admirably as she stops in front of him, removing her hood and shaking her hair loose from it's tatty ribbon.
"It's also not yours" Mordred points out as he watches her red hair fall around her shoulders. "Ugh" Aislinn groans rolling her eyes "always the goody two shoes" she taunts and Mordred frowns at her. "Stealing is a crime" he cautions and Aislinn laughs a little "so is practicing magic, oh look, we've already broken one of Uther's laws" she says sarcastically placing her hands on her hips.
"Aislinn put it back" Mordred instructs her just before the air is filled with the sounds of screams and clashing metal.
"What is that?" Aislinn asks the fear in her voice clear as the necklace lands on the grass and she turns in the direction of the screaming then it clicks. "Come on!" she says starting off towards the camp and Mordred runs after her. As they grow closer the screaming grows louder, Aislinn burst through the clearing first and stops cold which causes Mordred to run into her sending them crashing to the ground.
Around them people are being cut down by the knights of Camelot. One by one their friends fall lifeless to the ground, Mordred glances at Aislinn whose eyes are now consumed with rage. She goes to get up but Mordred grabs her arm and forces her back to the ground "stop" he whispers and almost immediately she goes to get up again but for a second time is stopped by Mordred.
"Stop it" he growls and she glares back at him. For a few seconds she sits there glaring at him, then with all the force she can muster pushes Mordred off her and runs towards the camp. "Aislinn!" Mordred screams but chokes halfway through as he is pulled back by his cloak. "Come on Mordred we have to go" his father's voice echoes around in his head and he is swung up across his father's shoulder.
"No!" Mordred replies as he begins squirming under his father's grip "Aislinn!" he shrieks this time not out loud. Aislinn glances back at him and for a brief moment their eyes meet just before the blade of a sword slashes at her thigh and her high pitched shriek fills the clearing.