Chapter 4- Her Tale of Woe

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Leviathan was seated at one of the many work benches placed around the room with a blanket tucked around her shoulders and some hot drink in her hands. Both Gaius and Merlin, whose names she had just learned, were starring at her reassuringly. And thus she began her tale.

"I hail from the outskirts of the great city of Troy. My father was a soldier for the king and my mother died after I was born, or so I was told. My father said that he never wanted a daughter, all ways a son. So in turn, he raised me just as any other boy in the city. He taught me how to fight better than any man he had ever trained. He said that I had a true gift from the Gods.

"But because he was a soldier, he was gone more often then not. So my uncle, a priest for the sun goddess, raised me as well. When my father was away, I would live in the temple and pretend to be his apprentice. You see, everyone in the city looked upon with me horror where ever I went and strange men would try to take me in the middle of the night, claiming it revenge from Eios, the god of the earth.

"When the Great War started just outside the city gates, my father left me to fight. I was only 11. By the time that I was 12, I was under full protection of my uncle. My father was killed days before he was allowed a few days leave to see me. The war went on for another year before I was captured.

"On the eve of my 13th birthday, I received a vision from the sun goddess herself. She told me that I was only half mortal. I am what is known as a demi-child, half human and half god, Marked by the sun goddess herself. Whilst receiving this vision, I could feel warmth spreading through out my shoulder. I knew that my Mark had expanded." Leviathan lowered the shoulder of the borrowed dress to reveal her golden Mark in its' full glory. Gaius went white and looked like he was going to faint, "Every demi-child is born with a Mark that represents the house of their true family. When the child learns of their true identity, the Mark expands and continues to do so as we age."

The demi-child went on, "That was the night that I was taken by Petros and his men. They knew who I was, what I was and said that they were going to use me to find a girl with pale eyes. Petros said that I was the key to finding her. He held me captive for four years, constantly searching for this girl. I was only able to escape with my mothers aid."

Merlin's breath hitched and his blue orbs were swallowed up his pupils.

"What is it Merlin?" Gaius asked as he turned slightly towards him.

"Today, there was a man, Petros, in the forest. Said he was looking for a girl with pale eyes and Arthur is going to help him do it."

Leviathans hand darted towards her mothers' Mark, clinging to it like it was her lifeline, "That's impossible. Petros couldn't have followed me here. He believes me to be dead."

"Leviathan, we need to know exactly how you escaped," both men were leaning towards her, studying her every move.

"Call me Levi," she said as she looked down, "And my mother was able to create an exact copy of me and used it to stage my death. Knowing that I couldn't go home, I fled north and you know the rest."

"Petros will be here at first light and has been given permission to search the whole city."

Leviathan laughed slightly, her eyes lighted up with mischief, "Well it's a good thing that I have a plan."

The sun was beginning to rise and as the room flooded with light. Gaius was rushing around creating a heavy sleeping draft that would make Leviathan appear to be dead. It was only temporary of course. Whilst Merlin was off attending his choirs for Arthur, Leviathan was busy trying to alter her appearance. She couldn't risk using any magic to do it, she was still too weak.

She had tied her hair up with a series of knots and leather ties and changed into thicker clothing that fully covered her Mark. She felt ashamed to cover it up. Over the years she had grown quite fond of it, like a little girl would over a doll. Dirt was smeared over her face and hands to make her look like a simple peasant. And last, but not least, a small pillow was tied around her belly to make her look pregnant. Leviathan felt ridiculous. She was used to thin materials and her hair wildly tumbling down around her. However, Gaius had assured her that she looked like every other expecting mother in Camelot.

As Levi was reading here self to lie on the examiner table, Merlin burst in breathing heavily, "He's on his way."

With out a thought Leviathan drank the sleeping draft and before she went unconscious, she breathed four words, "Let this be war."

What will happen to Leviathan? Will Petros find her? Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

LWB