Here is part two! Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy. Leave a review and let me know what you think if you Wish. I think this chapter is longer than the first and offers so little snippets of back story!
I Don't own Merlin though I would like to, I'd make a few changes.
Episode 1. The Dragons Call: Part 2
Isabelle ran as fast as she could, without attracting attention to herself, to her room. She closed the door behind her and leaned back against it, her mind racing. The was a sorcerer living in the castle where magic was banned. With the feast that was to open the celebrations of 20 years without magic tonight she had to decide what she was going to do about it. What would Morgana do? She has a kind heart and wouldn't convict someone without committing an actual crime. Isabelle concluded. So as her younger sister she knew that she would try to be as much like her hero as possible, though she knew Morgana wouldn't turn the boy in she also knew that she wouldn't give him the chance to threaten Camelot.
I can't turn him in, not without a good reason. She thought with a sigh. That would mean condemning myself.
As she strode to her bed she flicked her wrist, and with a single thought and a flash of gold across her icy blues ignited the candle next to it. She smile warmly at the candle, performing magic always gave her a sense of belonging, it was a part of her and she welcomed it.
A soft knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. She opened the door to find her maid servant with a small smile.
"You must get ready for the feast, My Lady." Anna informed her as she entered the room and started tidying up. Isabelle gave her a fond smile as she walked to the chair that sat in front of the mirror.
"Morgana you are 16 now and as a gift I have arranged for you to have your own chambers." Uther said to her with a smile thinking that the young girl would want one now that she was older, little did he know, she didn't.
"That's very kind of you, My Lord, but I have no complaints about sharing a room with my sister, also the chambers were the same ones I had when we first arrived here, they have too many memories for me to move out of them." She had declined his offer with the grace of a lady.
"Morgana I don't think you understand, as you are now 16, it is customary that you have your own room. Sharing with your sister is unseemly for a lady of your status, as my ward I insist that either you take the new chambers or I will give them to your sister." he explained on the verge of losing his temper.
"You can't make me change rooms, I'm not leaving this chamber and you can not make me, you are not my father!" she yelled at him.
Isabelle saw a look cross Uther's face that she hadn't seen, hurt, but it only lasted a moment and was quickly replaced by anger. "Morgana you are my ward and you will do as I say, I am the king of Camelot."
"I'm not moving out of this room."
"Fine... Then your sister is." He grabbed Isabelle's arm and dragged her out of the room, her followed reluctantly but Morgana was even more furious.
"Unhand her!" She screamed as she lunged for her sister, but was frozen in her tracks by a look from Isabelle.
"Morgana it's fine, I'll be ok, I can take care of myself." She offered her sister a small smile which was not returned, and as Uther and Isabelle turned the corner Morgana couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down her soft cheeks.
"But I need you here." she whispered inaudibly.
"You're ready, My Lady." Anna chirped, obviously proud of her work. Isabelle looked in her mirror as she stood and smiled at her reflection. Her blonde hair was in soft curl that seemed to create a waterfall effect from the braid that wrapped around the back. Her deep red dress was fitting that gave a look of a woman older than herself, it hugged her hips and her waist giving the appearance of womanly curves where there usually weren't. The skirt of the dress was of soft chiffon and flowed from her hips to her feet, she knew it would dance in the air as she walked. She smiled fondly at Anna in the mirror, who was still admiring her.
"You've really outdone yourself this time Anna. I'm not sure anyone will even notice Morgana tonight." She joked will a girly giggle.
"You are Beautiful no matter what I do, My Lady." she complimented.
Isabelle knew she wasn't ugly, but she knew that Morgana was prettier, at least to her she was. She hoped that someday she could look as good as her and attract so much attention just by entering a room.
The two girls were as close as sisters could get, though you wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at them. They seemed to be complete opposites in the appearance, Isabelle with her blonde hair and ice blue eyes, whereas Morgana had silky jet black hair and mint green eyes. Morgana looked more like her mother while Isabelle looked more like their father. However any citizen of Camelot could tell you that they were identical on the inside, sharing in their compassion and need to help others.
Isabelle walked down the hall to her sisters room. She knocked before opening the door to find it empty. She looked around the room confused, they usually walked to these types of feasts together but perhaps Morgana was ready early and went without her. Isabelle gave a shrug to no one and left the room. As she entered the hall she did a quick scan to find that Morgana didn't seem to be there. She located the prince joking around with some of the knights and thought he might have an idea as to where she was.
"Arthur have you seen Morgana?" she inquired not even caring that she was interrupting the men's conversation.
His knights gave him a look as they turned and walked away continuing whatever it was they were talking about without him. "Sorry I haven't seen her all day," he answered as he turned to her, "when's the last time you saw her?"
"This morning during the..." she couldn't seem to bring herself to finish that sentence as she stared at the floor.
"Right ok. Well maybe she is just running late. You know Morgana she always likes to make an entrance."
She knew he was right about that but usually she was with her. "yeah" was all she could say as the floor held her gaze.
"You look nice this evening." He commented causing her to snap her head up. He really was like a big brother to her. "Be careful in a dress like that though, people might think you are older than you actually are and start treating you like an adult, pipsqueak." he joked. Her smile quickly fading into a pout.
"I'm old enough that people should be treating me like an adult. I'm not a child anymore Arthur." She stated in her most authoritative voice while poking him in the chest. "Don't call me pipsqueak."
"Ok, Ok. Sorry Izzy." he surrendered with his hands up and smiled at her which she returned.
"I guess since I am old enough I should go socialize." she turned and walked away looking around for someone who seemed friendly enough to talk to. Arthur watched her with a fond smile still stuck on his face. He was 12 when the two sisters were brought into his life.
Two girls stood beside his father, "Arthur I would like you to meet Morgana and Isabelle. They will be moving into the caste and living with us. Treat them with respect as they are now part of our family." with that quick introduction Uther left the three children to get acquainted.
The black haired girl didn't look much younger than himself, he offered her a smile and his hand.
"I'm Arthur, it's a pleasure to meet you." The older of the two just stood there glaring at him holding onto her younger sister's hand. The younger one with blonde hair glanced up at her sister ad then back at the boy standing in front of them. She gave him a small smile before reaching out and taking his hand.
"I'm Isabelle, but My sister calls me Izzy." She introduced herself without letting go of her sister.
"Hello Izzy it's -"
"Don't call her that." Morgana cut in with a growl. "She is not your sister, you Don't know her, you DON"T GET TO CALL HER THAT!" she screamed at him.
Arthur immediately withdrew his hand from Isabelle and recoiled back taking a couple steps. No one had ever screamed at him like that, his father had yelled at him when he did something he wasn't supposed to but never like that.
Isabelle just looked up at her sister with Morgana continued to glare daggers at him. "Morgana," she whispered so full of sadness for her sister. She gripped her hand tighter causing Morgana to look down at her.
"Your my sister Izzy, this isn't our home, or our family. Our family is you and me, and mom and dad." she replied her voice breaking with her last words, overcome with sadness, eyes glistening with tears that threatened to overflow.
"Mom and dad are gone, but we both know they would want us to be happy."
With that sentence Arthur realized why they were here, why they were suddenly moving into the castle. They didn't have anywhere else to go. Their parents were dead, just like his mother. He was suddenly overcome with anguish, he knew what it was like to not have one parent but to lose both would crush him, yet these two young girls stood in front of him trying to be so strong. He abruptly felt the need to protect these girls and take care of them as his sisters, and he would.
Arthur watched as a young man not much older than himself approached Isabelle. He was an attractive young man with light brown hair and hazel eyes. The two young people began chatting seeming pleasant to Arthur until he saw the mans posture change slightly and a smile cross his face when she wasn't looking, he watched her like an animal watches his prey, taking her in, looking up and down her small body. Arthur has seen that face before on men that preyed on unsuspecting women. However he picked the wrong girl. Arthur quickly marched towards the couple and interrupted the conversation, he gave the man one glare that sent him scurrying away.
"What was that for? We were just talking." she demanded.
"He looked like he was going to eat you. He's a creep."
"Do you even know him?"
"No."
"Then how would you know if he was a creep? He was very nice."
"I've seen them, I know what the look like."
"I don't need you to protect me all the time Arthur." she complained with a roll of her eyes as she stomp away to her seat.
I'll never understand girls. He thought with a sigh.
Just then the celebration horns began to announce the entrance of the king. Still no Morgana. Isabelle was worried about her sister, she might need her and here she was at the feast celebrating the execution of a man and magic.
She saw Gwen by the serving table next to Anna, when they made eye contact Gwen answered her questioning eyes with a shake of her head. Morgana wasn't coming. Uther Also seemed to notice his missing ward as he turned to Arthur who also just shook his head at his father unaware of her whereabouts, he then turned to Isabelle who just gave a shrug in reply. With a nod he turned to his guests and addressed them welcoming them to the feast and signaling for it to begin. He then swiftly left the room in search for Morgana, with the feast only pausing for a moment. He later returned with a scowl permanently plastered to his face. Isabelle and Arthur shared a look. He found Morgana and he didn't like what she said.
There you have it!
Don't worry there will be more Merlin in the next Chapter. I just wanted to establish some of the family dynamics and where Izzy fits.
Anyways the next chapter should be up within the next few days and then hopefully episode two will be started next week.
