Summary: Another destiny is written into the fates of Arthur and Merlin, but who is she? Who is this chosen one and how is she supposed to save Camelot? Bit of action, bit of romance… bit of Merlin whump.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Elita – the chosen one (in Latin). Note for story: Elita is a queen from land near Camelot; however her destiny has always been to save the king. Her kingdom was having trouble and no one knew about her magic besides Caia. More will be revealed as the story progresses, the ending part of the chapter is a bit faster cause I want to get to the good stuff. I'm awful at stories… but hopefully some of you are interested and want to give it ago.

The White Queen

Chapter 1- Deadly Intentions

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"Will she survive the night?" A female voice questioned urgently. Caia she recognized. The old maid was a dear friend and she had also known magic herself. She was a brash but humble sort. She took care of the queen since she was very small and was aware of the prophecy that followed the child. There was but two known warlocks to ever be born according to the prophecies, if there were others… it wasn't mentioned. These two warlocks would be bound once they met to ensure Arthur's succession to king and his rule over Camelot. Although not many were aware of the second warlock for like Emrys' name hers was also deviated from her birth name.

"I'm afraid not. The bleeding is too rapid; she'll fade before night fall." A man's name rumbled quietly through the halls of the once present kingdom, torn apart by war and famine, the stone walls looked as they would crumble with the chill of the night air.

"She can't! It has been prophesized she will save the true kings life. There has to be something we can do!" The old maid lit a few more candles around the make shaft bed she made in the crumbling audience hall of the castle. Her charge covered in thick Tasmarian wool blankets. It was terrible to see the strong queen so helpless, so vulnerable, her white gown sullied with dirt and blood from her wound. The old woman dampened a small cloth in a bowl of cool water and dabbed it across the queen's forehead.

"Caia, I will set out to try and find Quinton, if I can bring him back to her in time… he may be able to save her."

"But… Pharis, we may not even have that amount of time. It will take nearly an hour to get to the small encampment at the west gate. Even then, there will be others in the throes of death that Quinton may need to help. Elita, milady, would not ever wish to take the hands of help from her people away."

Pharis stood abruptly and although his words were calm, she could notice his trembling form. "If we wait any longer… she won't have a chance at all." He turned to make his way out the door covering the smirk on his lips.

"Pharis…" she began as he paused at the doorway. "Be careful." He nodded and left quickly out the door. It was then that Elita shifted, reaching to grab Caia's hand.

"C-Caia… you must listen to me for we do not have much time."

"Milady! You are awake! Pharis has gone to find Quinton at the west encampment."

"You must not trust Pharis, he will come back here only to finish what he started. " The queen gestured to the wound on her chest, sitting dangerously close to her heart. "The wound is with magic and will need a special sort of magic to heal." Elita coughed into her hand, blood staining her skin and the sleeve of her white gown.

"He's the one that gave you the wound, not one of the rebels of the enemy kingdom!" the old woman exclaimed.

The queen nodded. "It is why I have pretended to sleep while he has been here. Do you remember the spell I taught to you in secret? The one that I had you remember after that frightful dream?"

"Yes Milady, I remember."

"I need you to perform it after I've taken my last breath. It will then borrow a soul from the future world and bring it forth to share in my destiny. Once the destiny has been fulfilled, the soul will move forward and be returned to its own time. It is very important that you do not wait to cast the spell. During my passage into death I will slow time just a bit to show the soul what it needs to know, what it must fulfill before she can return. She will have my memories and my instincts will be implanted… but it will be the decisions of this girl… that will… bring forth the fate of Camelot." The queen was gasping and coughing a bit, more blood spilling from her lips.

"What about your wound Milady and Pharis? Caia questioned tears streaming down her face.

"The spell will take my body back in time and will be healed. Once 'I' awake, as I mentioned she will be me and will be known to the world as I, but it will be a different soul. You must tell her where to go and to run through the forest to the north, if she keeps running she will run into Camelot. You … bury and crumble this castle…to the ground."

"O my queen, my sweet girl. If death is where you go, I will not be long behind."

The queen smiled sadly. "You ... have fought so bravely beside me Caia. You have always been my angel in disguise. "Thrown into another coughing fit before tears escaped her eyes…. "f-for… Cam…." And as the young queen faded into death, so did her words.

Caia screamed in pain and sadness "FOR CAMELOT!" It was at the mark of her queens dying breath and the sad smile that lingered on her face that the woman began chanting the transference spell. A bright light flooded the room and for several minutes nothing happened. Caia just grasped Elita's hand and stared at her face, her body gently rocking with the queen's hand steadfast in her grip, more and more tears flooding her wrinkled cheeks and in the midst of her rocking her chest quaked with small sobs.

Suddenly the hand in her grasp twitched. Caia thought she was hallucinating, but it twitched again until her eyes flickered open. "Caia?"

" Milady!" she exclaimed throwing her arms around her, just now noticing that her gown was all white again and her hair pinned up as it was before the first army attacked. The queen almost fell over with the weight over friend nearly crushing her freshly healed chest.

"The former queen showed me everything and what I must do. I have so many memories of hers… I can't tell where mine end and another begins… this is all so strange."

"Well my dear, for all intents and purposes now…you are Elita. In order to get back to that world of yours, you have to help Elita fulfill hers. Do you understand?-" Just then they both heard a rustle outside the door.

"W-what was that?"

"It must be Pharis. Elita, listen to me carefully-take the servants quarters here, down until you get outside. Follow the trails to the forest in the north and run until you see Camelot... its three days' journey from here nonstop. "The woman was a bit frantic but took a small leather sack and shoved a bit of bread and cheese into it that she was munching on when the queen was injured as well as a small leather bound book and a sheathed dagger into it. She also took a warm cloak and tied it around Elita's neck. "Go now and be well and safe and… I almost forgot … here." Caia took a necklace and fastened it around her charges neck. It was a bottle tied with leather cord. "It's a mild energy potion… take it when your legs simply won't carry you anymore. It's served me well in my old age." Elita smiled warmly bidding her thanks before stepping through the servant's passage and onward towards destiny.

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Caia stepped out into the large entrance hall of the castle, or rather what was left of it. She knew the rustling of foot prints was none other than Pharis, but no one was there. "Pharis is that you?" after a few minutes of silence, Pharis stumbled forward out of breath.

"Yes, dear Caia it's me. I ran there and searched, but there was no sign of the healer. I came back as quickly as I could."

Caia worked her best look of sadness and managed a few more tears to freely fall. "She's asking for you, she just awoke and she won't last long. I've- I've said my goodbyes."

"She's awake! That's a blessing; I will at least be able to say a proper goodbye." To the ignorant the man's sarcasm would sound more like concern, but to Caia... it was betrayal.

"Yes milord. Such a blessing if you'll excuse me for not going in. I can't bear to watch. "

"Of course Caia, you've been through enough. Have some time to gather your thoughts and then I'll take you to the encampment." Caia nodded and as he opened the door she mumbled the spell that would send both of them to their doom. With a mighty rumbling the castle fell and both lives lost beneath the rubble.

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Elita saw the castle crumble and couldn't keep her body from letting a few tears flow as she ran through the forest. She ran until she thought her legs would turn to gelatin. She ran when her dress got caught and ripped on tree branches, her hair coming undone and her skin torn. She didn't know if the man survived but she wasn't going to find out. She needed to get to Camelot.

She ended up tripping several times and veered a little off the main path because she didn't want to run into unnecessary trouble. She tripped several times on her way and refused to use the potion until the second day, but even then it didn't provide as much relief as she had hoped.

Eventually she reached the gates of Camelot her crown haphazardly on her head. Arthur and the knights practicing in the square when Arthur first saw her staggering to the steps of Camelot, he rushed over to her along with the knights as she fell into Arthurs arms.

"Milady, what's happened to you? May I inquire your name?" before he could get an answer out of her, her stamina failed her and she was out cold from two days of running nonstop. The most curious thing about her was the crown on her head and the fact that Arthur could have sworn she mumbled Merlin's name under her breath. "Leon, Percival, take her to Gaius. The moment she wakes I want to know about it. And Elyon, find Merlin."