Betrayal

by Aislinn101

What if Merlin had fallen in love with a young druid Seer, Elsa? About to become a father? All seems well until Elsa has a vision: A vision that she will be the one to bring about Arthur's Bane. And when she gives birth, perhaps the vision will become true when their son is stolen away from them by none other than the evil Sorceress herself, Morgana. Definitely AU.

5. Chapter 5

Thanks everyone for the overwhelming support! It is very much appreciated

So now that school is finally finished, I will be dedicating more time to my writing! This is a very short chapter, but it is just to introduce everyone to my two new OC characters that become central in my fanfiction…

I am almost done with the outline and I am fairly certain that an update should be expected every Monday! Cheers

Aislinn101

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The candle that was placed on the window sill of the Court Sorcerer and his wife's room was still lit brightly. Hope filled the people of Camelot, for they were relieved that their beloved Elsa was still alive. It had been two days, and the King had informed every one of the arrival of little Helena.

It was bittersweet news, though.

One on hand, a new child had been brought into the world. But on the other, the mother- Elsa- was fighting for her life.

Among the crowd, among their hopeful faces, was a hooded figure- her face the only one seen as it fell into a deep frown. The lit candle was not a good sign. It had meant that Elsa was alive, and that was not part of the plan.

"Meara," A voice hissed from beside her, gripping her arm. She jumped, but did not pull away as the arm began to drag her from the spot in the middle of the crowd. Once they were past Camelot's gates, the figure tore off the girl's hood roughly and glared at her.

"What happened?" Her brother, Henry, asked in a rough voice. He crossed his arms, only exposing the heavy muscles even more. It made Meara flinch slightly at seeing her brother's body so tense- meaning that he was extremely angry.

"I don't know." She murmured and ran a hand through her light blond curls. "I did the incantation the correct amount of times, but something must have gone wrong…"

"Clearly." Her brother spat and placed a tired hand over his face. "Well, you shall be the one to tell Her Lady that the little witch is still alive."

Meara swallowed, soon forgetting the threat of her strong, frightening brother, and replaced her fears with that of the High Priestess herself… Morgana Pendragon.

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