*It's okay if you decide not to read this out of spite for me not updating for over 5 months. Sorry!
Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to BBC. Not me.
Hunith trudged through the forest. She refused to stop until she saw the bleached fortress of Camelot. As yet another tree branch whipped her in the face, she glared at the forest. "Whose side are you on?" she mumbled as she continued to lumber through the apparently-on-Merlin's-side wood.
Hunith, in her reminiscence, chuckled bitterly to herself. The forest was on no one's side. Except maybe Death's.
As night drew nearer on that accursed day, Hunith had almost reached the end of the stupid forest. There were only a few things in her way: some roots that made her stumble and a short, hooded figure standing in the center of the path (it wasn't much of a path...but it was clearer than the rest of the forest floor).The exit out of the forest was narrow, and Hunith did not wish to stray from the path, especially at nightfall.
"Excuse me, dear." Hunith tried continuing to move forward, but the figure wouldn't move. Not wanting to be rude, Hunith repeated herself, louder, "Excuse me."
However, instead of stepping aside and letting Hunith pass, an unnatural, booming voice croaked, "Hunith of Ealdor, it is time to leave this realm." The figure lowered its navy blue hood. Hunith tried to decipher its face, but it was impossible. It kept shifting. One moment it was a small boy's face very similar to Merlin's. Then it would quickly change into the face of a haggish woman. Then an old man. A sweat-sheened knight. A pale-faced princess. A homely peasant. A bearded merchant... Hunith leaned on a nearby tree as she tried to take it all in.
The figure chuckled Its voice was now at a normal volume, but still had a bittersweet, mysterious undertone. "What you see are the face of those I have taken."
Hunith froze. "Who...who are you?" She knew, but wished for she was wrong.
"I'm a curse to some. A gift to others. I come to one whether I am wanted or not. I comfort the starving, warm the freezing, soothe the ill, and lower the hanged. I am Death."
Hunith's eyes grew wider and her heart felt like ice. It started jumping up and down as Hunith screamed, "NO! Nononononono..."
Death shook its head in pity. "We must be on our way, Hunith." His hand, which was constantly changing in texture and shade, reached out to her.
"Give a dying woman one last request!" Hunith tried to back away, but forgetting that she had been leaning on the tree, instead fell to her knees, sobbing, her dark hair shielding her face. Merlin...what about Merlin? I'm not going to see him again...Merlin...
Death simply stated, "I may give you one last request." Hunith, still crying, stopped her wailing. "And I'll give you an explanation. Come." Death motioned her to follow him and walked into the dark wood off the path and disappeared, melting into the darkness. Knowing she would die anyway, Hunith followed him, melting into the darkness as well, into the Home of Death.
A/N: I'm also sorry that it's also short. But that seemed like the perfect place to stop. :) I also have another fanfiction account that I will be posting on more frequently...PM me if you wanna know it. Please review (and don't hate me forever)!
