Chapter Four
Awakening.
The room is dark. He doesn't mind. Even were he conscious, he wouldn't mind. He is not set to work that way. He can see in the dark.
But his eyes are closed. As they have been for seven hundred years.
But he can feel it. Soon the time will come to awaken. Soon the world will know his power again. Soon the world will tremble in fear.
He stirs. The first movement he has made in those seven hundred years. They thought they could keep him away forever, but every spell, even those performed by the great Merlin, could not keep him silent forever. He has been kept silent this long, but all good spells wear off.
And it was not Merlin whom he has to thank for this. Merlin was enough to keep him under for maybe seven or eight years. Good years. He missed them. But he was able to peak back after a while. Just when a promising young lad entered the scene to wreck more havok than even those silly Saxons could. Mordred. He followed the boy, teaching. He kept hidden from Merlin. The man was a fool, growing old and careless. He was easy to keep hidden from.
But she wasn't. Mordred's half sister, Aphreal. A small sprite of a creature. Blazing red hair and freckles that spoke of a different father even more than Mordred's dark coloration. She watched him. He couldn't understand how this tiny slip of a thing could see him, when Merlin couldn't. Not even Mordred himself was aware of him. But every time he moved, everytime he reached toward Mordred to instill some new idea, she was there with her threads. Red to stop. Black to bind.
It was her spells that finally caught and bound him. He escaped her during the final battle, but she caught him. He had just infused himself with Mordred to share the killing blow, the blow that would free him forever from this stupid boy. But she was there. Even as Mordred lifted his sword, she cast the ropes. He was yanked from the boy and had to watch as Arther ran him through.
Then she bound him to this coffin. Since then, even through sleep, he had been conscious of her movements, of all she and her kin did. She had married and every time, he followed the only female of the children. Now as he stirs again, he casts for the current child. A beautiful red head comes to his vision. Long crimsion hair falling to mid back and never ending freckles. Dark serious eyes, eyes that never truly forgot the heritage passed through them from William Wallace himself. A child born of rebels. A child born of kings. A child born to be his queen.
He smiles. His victory will be complete with this girl by his side, forever.
He opens his eyes. It is almost time.
(A/N: I got the idea for this chapter from reading Gaurdian of the Balance. I kinda twisted the facts, but I like it anyway. I liked the idea of Ginny being descended from royalty. I stole Aphreal from David Eddings and I stole the verbcongegation trick from Nikki Flinn. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NIKKI! to day's her bday.
Also to Tomsgirl2005- I acctually read all of your fic, but I haven't had any time recently to review. But great fic! I can't wait to see what you do next! I'm sorry if i confused you last chapter. i'll try to explain in the next few.
To Pussin Boots- I know! I really need to get rid of them, but I keep doing them. Next chappy should have some good interaction!
