It's been a while! Sorry guys! I just got back from camping with my family, and hanging out with my friends and writing my newest Fan Fiction. Anyway, I have no idea where I'm going to take this? Any suggestions? By the way, Spoilers ALERT. Just thought I should tell you that! Here we go!
Chapter 5: Certain Memoirs
Guinevere's body shook with the cold of the prison cell she was locked in. Tears stained her ice cold cheeks, and still managed to pool in her eyes. She knew that she didn't do what everyone accused her of, and she knew that Arthur and Merlin were her only chance of survival. This was when Uther Pendragon appeared before her on the other side of the iron bars that held her prisoner.
"You only have one chance to release Camelot of your spell, Witch." He said his voice dangerous and taciturn. "Otherwise, you leave me one choice, and that is to punish you with death."
"My Lord, Please. I do not have Magic. I cannot have cast this spell! I promise you My Lord. I had nothing to do with this!"
"Silence. If you refuse to lift your curse, witch, I have no other choice. I would say I'm sorry, but honestly, It pleases me to rid my land of your kind. Even if it is one at a time."
His words pierced at Gwen's heart. Even though she knew that he would never respect her as a human being, it still pained her to have her feelings completely disregarded.
Merlin, Arthur Where are you, Gwen though just to herself. She couldn't help but worry that Arthur would be late, or that they wouldn't be able to talk Uther out of slaying her. The King often was hard headed and blind sighted when it came to magic.
"I didn't do this!" Gwen shouted. She knew not where the impulsive burst of sound came from but was glad that it had found her.
"Silence Witch," Came the voice of one of the guards.
Gwen sank against the wall, all the way down to the floor, silently begging Arthur to return and please, please, help her out.
Alright. It sucks, And I may change it eventually, but for now, it will do!