The next day we acted as if nothing had happened but Merlin looked weird without the handkerchief on, he'd never taken it off before.
We were going hunting again, and I marveled, again, at how well Merlin could ride a horse. You'd never had guessed it from the way he walked and his lake of coordination.
"Arthur?" asked Merlin in a worried voice.
"Yeah?"
"I think I just saw someone?"
"Merlin, everyone's allowed in the forest."
"I know but, sire, this women I saw was bleeding, and she looked familiar."
"Bleeding you say?"
"Yes."
"Well, we'd better find her then."
So I got off my horse to pursue on foot, I saw signs of a person walking through. Broken twigs, footprints and such, I took note that this girl was barefoot.
"She went this way." I stated
We followed her tracks on foot, then when we rounded a corner we saw her, or rather we saw the back of the cloak she was wearing, which was bright, blood red, she had her back turned to us.
"Hello, I'm Arthur and this is Merlin, are you all right."
"Oh, I'm fine, young prince. However I don't believe Merlin is."
"Merlin? But he's fine, aren't you?" I asked Merlin
"Yes."
"No your not, on the surface yes but not deep down." She said
"Oookkkkaaaayyyyy, who are you?" I asked
But all she did was laugh.
"Merlin didn't you say you recognize her?" I said, but there was no reply. "Merlin?"
I tuned around to see why he hadn't answered and I saw him frozen.
"Merlin? What have you done to him?" I shouted at the figure before me.
"He and the rest of the world are stuck in time."
"You're a sorcerer." I stated loudly
"No shit Sherlock."
"How dare you speak to me like that? Turn around you coward and face me."
"Okay geez there is no need to shout, plenty of time for that later."
"What do you mean? Face me I say!"
And so she turned around lowering her cowl as she turned.
I gasped audibly.
She had jet-black hair that was hanging loosely around her heart shaped face (it was shoulder length) (A/N kind of emo like, you know heavily layered, choppy.), she was small in stature and point-ish features, she was wearing a dusty, ragged peasants gown. She was quite beautiful.
But that was not what had made me gasp.
She had a black eye, she was extremely dirty, there were bruises on her neck and arms, and on her wrists were several long deep cuts that were bleeding.
"What the hell happened to you?" I exclaimed
"That is what I am about to show you."
"Show me? How can you show me?"
She walked up to me and touched my forehead with her index and middle finger.
"Like this." She said
"Wha…"
I felt like I was falling and falling down into some strange white mist, then Plunk I was in the middle of a small village. Merlin's old village.
Dong
"Huh…"
I turned around to see a door open to and old hut and saw millions of little kids come running out. Among them I saw a young boy, probably no more than six years old, half-running, half-stumbling to a house only a little way away, with a mop of black hair on his head.
Merlin.
And somehow I knew, I was in the past.
A/N: Okay well thankyou for everyone who reviewed. I apologize for it being so short and for making you all wait so long but as always I have an excuse. We are currently moving my room around so we've been going through all my stuff like as in all of it, moving big heavy furniture and such and then I have to practice two songs because I have to sing at my cousins wedding half-way through October and so I have been practicing with my sis all day and now I am typing this. So as you can see I've been busy. It is so short because the next chapter should have a lot in it and I wanted to have a short one before the real action begins. Now this author's note is becoming longer than the chapter so time for some incentive to make you willing to wait for the next chapter; MERLIN'S PAST WILL BE REVEALED TO ARTHUR da da dum! And it's not pleasant. Review please! YIP YIP YIP!