i'm back again. my stories tend to come and go in waves (hey, sorry--schoolwork is a bit much), plus i don't start posting stories until i have them completely finished. and this one is, so woo-hoo.
i know i didn't list this one in my profile but that is just because i saw the film (fell in love with music), got the soundtrack, sat down and started writing one day. hopefully this all makes sense and is worth the time.

Warnings: medium language, mild sexuality, & mild violence. (later chapters...obviously)

Disclaimer: I own nothing related to King Arthur. Just Mirran, she's about all I can claim as my own. Not even some of lines from the film and from other films and songs can I claim.

(quick note: I took the story of Merlin & Nimue from the end of the t.v./mini-movie Merlin. At the end of the film, Merlin and Nimue end up together. Even though, according to that t.v./mini-movie, the Arthur story doesn't coincide, but oh well...I needed the ending for my story to work...oh well....on the whole, I guess its not that big of a deal.)

Chapter 1: Traveling

After many years, she was finally on her way. Mirran almost could not believe it. She was going to the fort commanded by the legendary Artorius Castus and his Samaritan knights. She'd heard tales all throughout Britain of his great deeds and fearless bravery—and the knights—as noble and courageous as they were handsome, to hear the women talk. And she'd heard stories from her father of these men—stories of how this man Arthur had turned his back on his homeland and sworn allegiance to a power bent on destroying them all. He killed Britons for spite her father had said.

But from her travels around Britain she could not believe it true. Everyone had all told great, wonderful tales of Arthur and his men. 'Masses are easily swayed. You know this, Mirran. Never let it lead you astray,' her father had once told her. And that was what continually compelled her to work her way northward to the post commanded by this man her father seemed destined to mistrust and hate.

She gazed out at the passing barley and rye fields from horseback. She knew they would grow scarcer the farther north she went. Forests, bone-chilling winters and miles of rocky hills awaited her. Maybe not as glamorous or as warm as the south of Britain had been, but nonetheless it was her choice.

Her father was also up this way. Never too far away from Arthur's post as she understood it. Controlling his followers wisely, waiting for the opportune moments to strike. Apparently even those troubles have not stopped Arthur and his knights from accomplishing missions. 'Thankfully so,' a voice inside her said. Even though she had never met Arthur or his knights, they instantly won her favor over her own father.

Merlin had turned bitter towards her after the death of Nimue. It was said Mirran reminded him too much of his wife and so that was why he had her sent away in the dead of night when she was young, but old enough to be on her own. She had been alone ever since. And she hated it. She couldn't be sure whether she even loved her father anymore. Sentencing her to a life of loneliness at such a tender age without her consent seemed to wash away anything she felt for him other than resentment and bitterness.

But rarely did she think of him. Only when in the taverns and bars she'd worked in, she heard mention of the Woads and their latest undertakings, did his name cross her mind.

But mostly, talk in taverns mentioned more the stories and legends of the great, mysterious Arthur. The more she heard, the more her curiosity was fueled and the more she wanted to go.

Now here she was. Trading the warmth and simple beauty of the farmlands and gently rolling hills for the harshness of North Britain, towards Hadrian's Wall. Towards her father—towards Arthur—towards the knights.

well there's the first chapter. more of an introduction actually...hopefully not too boring. we'll see how the rest goes. review if'n ya want.