This is my OC that I have thought of since I first saw the series. Since started rewatching the series, I decided to write the story of my OC as I do. Percival has always been my favorite knight, and I wanted to see another side of him and give him some plot with my OC. Elaine is the granddaughter of Geoffrey the keeper of the Royal Library in Camleot. This is her story on she lives with outlawed magic, knights, and a king that has saved from more messes than she could count.

I don't own any right to BBC's Merlin(I wish that I did), I only own my OC Elaine.

{{10.11.15} After a long break from this story because I was having problems tying in the plot, I am back! :D I am making some new plot changes that will hopefully change any mistakes and make a bigger story-line for my OC}

Prologue:

I have always loved stories, I was obsessed with them actually. I practically grew up in the Royal Library, feeding my need for their escape from the real world. They were always there on the shelves, rows upon rows of books. A entire maze full of them, and I had access to all of them. I have lived a life full losses, and when I was young, I was unable to look past them and move on. I was an orphan, my parents were killed by King Uther for High Treason after The Great Purge for smuggling a witch. After their death my grandfather collected me, and took me to live with him in Camelot.

My grandfather, Geoffrey of Monmouth, was the keeper of the Royal Library, the Court Genealogist, and the Officiate of the royal weddings and coronations. Grandfather was in his late fifties when he took me in and because he was too busy with his duties to the King, we never became close. I was mostly left alone to take care of myself, and the only times we saw each other was at the library. It was the only place where we connected and bonded, our love for books surpassed our awkward tendencies to distance ourselves from each other.

It was there that I made a lot connections, despite grandfather trying to get me to leave and go live a "full life" outside. The library was where I first met the once and future king, a stubborn and compassionate boy named Arthur. Where I learned the greatest sorcerer to have ever lived, was a bumbling boy named Merlin. Though at the time I didn't know about their destinies and thought them to be simply a prince and servant. Although I recognised something inside them. Even when I only knew them from afar, I saw something old and powerful inside of them with a sense of adventure, bravery, and loyalty that I had only heard of in books.

7 years ago. . .

I ran through the bookcases, my breath coming in harsh pants and the sound of bare feet slapping against the quiet that shrouded the library. My sounds were echoed behind me by the boys that were chasing me, their sounds spurred me to run faster. I stumbled once, accidently stepping on my skirt. I grasped it and pulled it up to my knees to avoid fromt ripping and falling on my face. Altough hurting my face sounded bad, If eared even more what would happen to me if the boys cought up to me.

I had hoped that running into the labyrinth that was the library I could lose them within the rows of bookcases. I was wrong, for they have stayed on my tail the entire time. I darted behind a stack of books above my height, hoping that they would hide me from them. I heard them draw closer and closer until they were suddenly running past my hiding spot. I smiled in relief before heading back the way I had come from. There was a shout behind me; I cursed, saying a word that I'm sure was causing my mother to roll in her grave. I had accidently heard grandfather say it once when he dropped a particularly large book on his foot.

The boys had started gaining on me when I turned sharply down a row, and with a smack, straight into a boy six years older than me. My momentum caused both of us to fall onto the floor. I sat up, looking at the person I had ran into. His golden hair, scrunched up blue eyes, and too fine clothes in this dusty place made me realize just who was rubbing his head and sitting on the floor next to me. Prince Arthur, son of the king, my young mind was mad at him for ruining my chances of escaping from the pack of bullies. Though as I grew older and looked back at this moment, all I can think is how lucky I was for the king not punishing me for hurting his young prince.

"Hey!" One of the aforementioned bullies yelled. He was twelves years old, twice the size of me, the son of a tailor, and his name was Peter. Yet I was smarter than him and all of his friends combined; though that didn't say much, pretty sure Bessie one of the milk cows was smarter than all of them. Peter and the others behind him hadn't realized that the boy I had crashed into was in fact the prince, thus their attention was still on me.

Realizing that they weren't going to spare me, I jumped to my feet, preparing for a fight. After counting seven of them and one of me, figuring my odds were slim to none, I changed my mine. I darted behind the prince, planning on using him as a shield.

Prince Arthur had gotten to his feet also, his glare going from me to the boys. He looked formidable with his broad shoulders and stubborn face. Despite being only a few years older than the bullies, he was going through puberty and his arms had started gaining muscle instead of having the lanky limbs like the boys. He turned his body to face the boys, his body obscuring the boys' view of me.

Peter paused, looking between the Prince and me. "Give us her." He told Prince Arthur, pointing at my head peeking out from behind the prince and puffing out his chest to look bigger. The boys behind him nodding and puffing their own chests to look stronger. Prince Arthur narrowed his eyes at him, frowning at the boy who dare to tell him what to do. He looked back at me, cowering behind him, his gaze scouring me from head to toe. From his facial expression he seemed to find me lacking in whatever he was looking for. "No, don't think so."

I grinned, pleased that my plan in using Prince Arthur was working. I had doubted at first because we didn't know each other and I bet he only knew my name because of my family. But because the prince was prideful, stubborn, and had the biggest chip on his shoulder, Prince Arthur was going to protect me.

Peter looked surprised that Prince Arthur was refusing him, he still didn't know that he was talking to a prince. Not surprising, considering that the only person he had met in the Royal Court was me. Even though they outnumbered us, they were daunted by the prince and had never experienced someone challenging them before now. "Fine," Peter growled then looked at me, "You're going to have to leave this castle sooner or later."

I, being my usual impulsive self, felt mad that Peter wouldn't admit to losing this battle. Feeling cheated of my victory, as they walked away, I just had to open my big mouth. "That's right, walk away!" I yelled at their backs, stepping out from behind Prince Arthur. "You bunch of giant stupid-heads!" For extra emphasis, I picked up a book and threw it at them; and with my skill, it flew straight into the back of Peter's head.

They all came to a stop as a grunt came from Peter's mouth, his head snapping forward from the blow. There was dead silence afterwards, the only sound coming from the book thudding to the floor. Slowly Peter turned around, his friends following his lead, his face was twisted into one of rage .

I saw in my peripheral vision Arthur's shoulders drop. "Whoops." I said quietly, before they started running toward us.

"Run." Prince Arthur told me, not realizing that I had already started. He caught up to me easily his legs being longer than mine.

"You just had to say something back?!" He yelled at me, his glare directed back at me.

"I'm sorry!" I apologised, feeling truly sorry and embarrassed for this situation. "It wasn't like I wanted this to happen! Expected, but not wanted!"

"What exactly did you do to them?"

"They are bullies- making fun of a friend- I insult them- maybe threw rock or two- they chase me- I run into library- then into you- and now this!" I yelled, not being able to tell the whole story because I didn't want to waste air.

I made a turn down a corner before having to pull up short. Prince Arthur stumbled behind me, "You led us to a dead end!" He said exasperated.

I stared at the shelves of books in front of me, before turning around hoping that maybe we could run back the way we had came before Peter and the others caught up to us. But it was too late, they had already gotten to the opening.

Prince Arthur gave me a look before throwing his arm in front of me and his other hand in front of himself. "Stop," He told them. "I'm Prince Arthur and I command you to stop."

By now they had gotten over to us and Peter was only a foot away from Arthur. "Yeah, right." He scoffed then threw the first punch at Prince Arthur.

I would like to say that the fight was heavily in our favor, that our skills combined were enough or that I fought beside Arthur, but then I would be lying. I was to used to having to look at for myself, and my survival instincts were kicking in. Arthur held his own for awhile, but eventually he was overpowered by the boys when he was distracted by trying to help me. I had managed to evade them and when I saw my chance I ran out of the fray and headed for my escape. I was only a few steps away from freedom, when I heard a grunt of pain coming from my prince, I looked behind me to see that they knocked him onto his butt.

Seeing this proud force on the ground, glaring furiously up at the boys. His face was still set with the same stubbornness, but now there was a resignation in his expression that hadn't been there before. Peter glowering down at him with a smirk that showed he thought he had won. A spark ignited inside me, one that burned brightly; and before I had thought it through, I was running then leaping towards Peter. I grabbed onto him, tackling him to the ground, as a shout came from both of our mouth's. Sitting on top of him, I started hitting him with all of my eight year old might. I pulled back my fist and punched him in the nose, my eyes flashing with the fire burning inside me. The crack I heard made me pause, and his friends managed to get ahold of me when I did.

I kicked and yelled trying to get them to let go of me. They held me back as Peter got to his feet and walked over to us, blood rushing from his nose. His look got me to stop my struggling and stare at him scared for my well-being. Believing that the fight was over, I figured now was a good time to start begging and pleading for mercy. "Come on, Petey. Let's talk this out, ol' buddy. How about some peaceful deliberation, ol' pal?" My voice squeaking several times.

"I don't know what deliberation means, but I'm going to say no to it anyways." He said his voice harsh.

I should have known that big words would only make this situation worse. He drew back his hand, preparing to hit me when out of nowhere Prince Arthur's fist collides into his face.

Peter dropped to the ground unconscious, I dimly felt his friends let go of me as we all stare dumbstruck at the prince breathing hard and standing over Peter.

He stared at Peter then turned to look at us, "Who's next?" He asks, popping his knuckles in a very frondeur kind of way that had even me scared. The boys all paused for a couple seconds before running away. Not one going to help Peter, not wanting to get close to Prince Arthur.

He walked over to me and offered his hand to help me up. I didn't take it, I was wary of the prince even after he had helped me. I wasn't sure if I was out of the pan and into the fire; Peter was bad, but Arthur proved himself to be worse. I stood and brushed myself off, "I knew that we could handle them."

Prince Arthur gave me an annoyed look, I was beginning to wonder if that was the only look I would be getting from him. "We?"

"Yes, we." I said stressing the word 'we'. "Who was the one that broke Peter's nose?"

"Who was the one that got us into trouble in the first place?"

"And let me tell you that wasn't easy." I said grinning impishly. Now that is was over and I had turned out unscathed, my knuckles weren't even bruised after hitting Peter's nose, this was starting to feel like it was a game.

Prince Arthur sighed louder than necessary and threw his hands in the air, trying to look like this was beneath him, but I could see the faint smile creeping on to his face. He walked away from me, his feet stomping against the floor.

"Thanks for the help!" I yelled at his retreating form.

"Next time get Phillip to clean up your messes." He yelled back, "Pretty sure that's his duty."

I smiled and shook my head, Phillip won't know about this or any of my other messes. He never will need to, I can take care of myself well enough. Phillip does his job too good, which is why I will never involve him.