Forvever Fallen

Authors Note: Credit for the original characters goes to BBC seeing as they own Merlin. I take full credit for the plot line, and my own characters-Sorsha le Fay and more to come! Review!

~I'm in the midst of NaNoWriMo, so please excuse the grammar/punctuation mistakes! I hope to have this finished by the end of the month, then next month I'll go back and start editing!~

Chapter Three

"My lady," Elizabeth shook Sorsha lightly, "It's time to wake up, you have to go on the ride with Prince Christian." Sorsha groaned and rolled over, hiding her face in the pillows. "Do I really have to?"

Elizabeth laughed and opened the curtains, letting in the bright sunshine, "Yes my lady, you do." She walked over to Sorsha's wardrobe and opened up the doors, searching for a suitable dress to wear. "Why don't you wear this?" She asked, pulling out a dark red velvet dress .

Sorsha raised her eyebrows, "Isn't that a little bold?" She asked. Elizabeth shook her head and laughed, "Not at all! It's a beautiful dress, plus it looks amazing on you." Sorsha threw back the covers and shivered as the cold wind rustled her hair. "Alright alright," Sorsha slipped the dress on and struggled to stay still as Elizabeth laced her up. She gathered her hair into a side braid and tied a leather strip around it.

"You look beautiful," Elizabeth said, stepping back to admire her work. Sorsha blushed and rolled her eyes, looking anxiously towards the door. "What are you waiting for?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

"Uther," Within moments of saying his name, a knock was heard, "Come in!" Sorsha called. The door opened and Uther poked his head into the room. "Sorsha, come on. Father and Mother are anxious to get the ball rolling," He said.

"Don't forget your cloak!" Elizabeth said, handing the red cloak to Sorsha who smiled and grabbed it from her hands, "Thank you!" She grinned, running out of the room.
"You ready for this morning?" Uther asked with a mischievous grin. Sorsha narrowed her eyes at him, giving her cousin the look that shriveled the confidence of many. "I guess not..." He trailed off, hurrying ahead of her to the family dining hall. Sorsha followed, entering the room moments behind him.

"Sorsha! You look beautiful," Queen Guinevere stood from her chair and gave her niece a hug. "Thank you, my lady!" Sorsha smiled and sat down at her seat, giving her mother an acknowledging glance. Arthur glanced at the two women seated across from each other and rolled his eyes.

"We're just about ready to eat, all we need are-" He paused as King Arothian and his son Christian entered the room, "Ah, here they are. Please, won't you have a seat." Arthur gestured to the free seat beside Sorsha.

Sorsha looked over at Uther, who had an innocent look on his face, and kicked him underneath the table. "No one told me they were coming to breakfast," She hissed, stuffing a grape into her mouth. Uther just shrugged his shoulders, grinning gleefully.

"Lady Sorsha, you disappeared last night, I hope everything is alright." Christian said, taking the seat beside her. Sorsha glanced over at him, feeling the urge to roll her eyes. A quick look at her uncle deadened any thought of being anything but polite.

"I did not sleep well the night before," Sorsha explained, gracing her company with a smile. "Are you ready for our ride? There is quite a lot for you to see," Arthur smiled at his niece and raised his glass to his lips.

"Of course, I would do anything as long as it was with you," Christian said, his smile oozing a false sense of security and friendliness. Arthur sputtered, trying not to laugh. Sorsha grimaced and smiled back. "Well then, if you are ready, I'll have the stable boy ready the horses." Prince Christian nodded his head in agreement, his mouth too busy to do any talking. "My Lord, my Lady, it you will excuse me," Sorsha stood up and bowed her head, "Mother..." Sorsha was walking down the hall towards the stables when she was stopped by the court physician Tristan.

"My lady? May I talk to you for a moment?" Sorsha's heart raced for a moment until she realized who was speaking. "Of course, Tristan. What is you want to talk about?" Sorsha fastened her cloak around her neck and undid her hair, allowing the curls to flow over her shoulders.

"Your uncle mentioned to me last night you had trouble sleeping, I thought I would mix something to help you sleep." Tristan smiled gently, the wrinkles on his face becoming even more visible. Sorsha smiled and laid a gentle hand on the old man's shoulder. "I appreciate your concern, but there is no need for you to make me an elixir. I slept much better last night," Tristan raised his eyebrows and looked deep into her eyes, "Are you sure? You know I wouldn't mind," he said, crossing his arms across his chest. Sorsha smiled and nodded her head.

"Well alright then," Tristan sighed, "Have fun on your ride with Prince Christian. He seems like a good catch," he laughed and began to walk down the hall towards his laboratory. Sorsha rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically. Why did everyone seem to think that Christian was a good catch? The man could barely speak without his over-confidence and self-absorbent personality coming through. She started to walk again, taking a detour to the castle armory.

"My lady," the guards bowed their heads respectfully as Sorsha walked into the room. A man walked up to her and held out a jewel crusted dagger. "As you requested, I hope it pleases you."

Sorsha ran her fingers lightly up and down the blade, "It's beautiful. Your men did a wonderful job, thank you." The man bowed his head and smiled. Sorsha tucked the dagger into the belt girding her waist and left the armory, going down to the stables.

One of Uther's knights stood leaning up against the door frame. When he saw Sorsha approach, he stood up and began to walk towards her. Sorsha glanced up and met his eyes, "William!" She grinned, walking faster and throwing her arms around his neck.

"Hello my dear," William picked Sorsha up and twirled her around before setting her back on her feet. "That's a nice new installment," he motioned to her dagger. Sorsha laughed and pulled it out of her belt, handing it to him to inspect. "Very nice balance, who forged it?"

"It was a special request from the new smithy, I didn't learn his name. Uther went down and ordered it for me. I just picked it up from the armory." Sorsha sighed and placed her head under Will's chin. He slid the dagger back into her belt and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Have you gotten a glimpse of the new suitor Uncle has conjured for me?" She asked, basking in the warmth of William's embrace.

"I have," William answered quietly. Sorsha looked up at him and stroked his cheek with her hand. "You know I have eyes for no one but yourself," She assured him gently. William looked down and smiled at the woman in his arms, "I know you do." He laid his chin on top of her head, "But you also know your family would never approve of us."

Sorsha didn't say anything, but removed herself from his arms and pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, "I know. I must go, I have a ride with Prince Christian." She walked off, leaving William standing in the hall of the castle, his gaze following her steps.

Once she was in the stables, Sorsha found the horses already saddled and waiting. Christian stood at his horse's head, stroking its nose. "Ah, there you are. I was wondering what took you so long." He said dryly, leading his horse out into the courtyard. Sorsha glanced over at him once and mounted Thalion. She nudged him into a gallop. thundering out into the courtyard and over the drawbridge. "Catch me if you can!" She called the the Prince before turning around and urging her horse faster.

Prince Christian followed after her, hard on Sorsha's heels. The two rode deep into the dark forest, pausing only to let the horses drink. The red and gold leaves crunched and crackled under Sorsha's boots as she dismounted and led Thalion to the creek. She lightly tied him to a log by the water and walked over to a boulder, sitting down and waiting on Christian to catch up. It didn't take long for the Prince to arrive. His horse was breathing heavily and eagerly trotted to join Thalion in drinking.

"Your horse looks tired, can he not keep up with the horses of Camelot? I could have sworn that Celidon was known for their horses and not their men." Sorsha said scornfully, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest.

Christians' face began to grow red and his eyes glowered. He stepped around his horse and over towards Sorsha, "I grow tired of your insults, you petty little girl. Is it not enough that you insult me, you must also insult my kingdom?"

Sorsha laughed and stepped forward, "What is it you are going to do? Beat me? Do not forget, we are in Camelot, not Celidon. You won't be able to get away with things as if you were in your own kingdom. You are a guest here, nothing more." She turned her back to walk off, but Christian grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him.

"You will become my wife, and you will learn to tame your tongue." He brought Sorsha close to him and forced his lips on hers, his hands fumbling at the laces on the back of her dress. Sorsha tried to get away, but the more she struggled the more Christian crushed his mouth on top of hers.

"Get off of me!" She said, her voice dark and furious. Christian laughed and held her chin in his hands. "It's time you learned a lesson, and who better to teach it to you then myself?"

Sorsha began to feel a darkness bubbling up inside of her, taking over her mind. With all of her energy, she began to imagine Christian's airways beginning to close and his body flying from her, crashing into the trees. Christian was suddenly slung away from her by an invisible force. Sorsha saw his body land against a tree trunk, falling to the forest floor with a sickening thud. She walked over to where his body lay, "I told you to get off of me." She said calmly. Before Sorsha walked back to her horse, she looked at Christian's sword laying in the grass a couple feet away and her eyes gleamed gold. The sword flew across the space in between her and Christian, impaling him in his ribs.

As she turned to walk back to her horse, Sorsha could hear Christian breathe one more time before his chest stilled and did not rise again. She smiled to herself and mounted Thalion, turning him back towards the castle.

In the distance, Sorsha could see a rider on a black horse thundering towards her. She pulled Thalion to a stand still and waited until her eyes could focus better. Sorsha could see that the rider was Uther. Nudging Thalion into a canter, Sorsha rode to meet him.

"Where is your Prince?" Uther asked, chilled by Sorsha's calm composure and her hard face.

Sorsha motioned to the woods behind her and gave Uther a grim smile, "He's back there. I don't think he'll be joining me anytime soon. I'll show you where he is if you'd like." Uther cautiously nodded his head and followed Sorsha back to the creek.

His eyes widened as he saw Christian's impaled body laying beneath the tree, "Sorsha, what did you do?" He asked incredulously, "And why did you do it?"

Sorsha stopped Thalion and dismounted, walking over to Christian and nudging him with her foot. "He tried to force himself on me, so I killed him. I was only defending myself Uther! You have to believe me!" Her voice had regained some of the franticness it normally had when she had done something wrong.

"But how did you get him off of you in the first place to stab him? I saw him out in the training fields this morning, Christian of Celidon was a very accomplished swordsman as well as very strong."

Sorsha glanced down at her feet before telling her cousin, "I felt this presence come over me..all I wanted was for him to get off of me..and suddenly he was. I don't know how to explain it. One moment he was on top of me, and the next, he was laying underneath the tree." Her heart started to pound in her ears as she thought back to what had happened. The feeling that had come over her before Sorsha slung Christian into the trees felt oddly familiar before, she couldn't lay her finger on it before.

"It'll be okay, Sorsha, I know what we'll do. We'll tell Father I killed him. I rode up and found him on top of you and then tackled him. We rolled around in the leaves for a little bit, then I took his sword and stabbed him." Uther walked over and pulled Sorsha into a hug, "I'll leave you out of it. After all, I am the King's son. What can they do except for put me in the stocks?" Sorsha wrapped her arms around Uther's neck and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You won't tell them what I told you about slinging him into the trees?" She asked, feigning a sniffle. Uther patted her hair, "Of course I won't." He assured her. Sorsha slid out of his hug and smiled timidly. "Lets go back and I'll tell them what happened," Uther smiled at Sorsha and mounted his horse. The two rode back to the citadel, keeping quiet the whole way back.