Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 12:24:02 GMT -5
For weeks she had lived in fear. No, not weeks. Far more time than a measly few weeks. Months. Months she had been on her own, wondering if each morning would be her last. She had managed somewhat on her own to survive once her tribe had exiled her. Yet now it seemed that her story of survival was about to end. That was, until Merlin arrived.
The exhilarating run through the dark streets of Camelot had her heart pounding an erratic rhythm against her ribs. The young druid woman followed her savior silently, her eyes wide with fear as they hurried to avoid being caught by the patrolling guards. Freya bit back a whimper as the young man before her led her into a tunnel. Wouldn't this lead to the castle? To the very king that her captor had been intending to bring her to? She knew quite well that magic was outlawed in Camelot. Because of who she was, who she had been born, she would be executed. Although, now cursed, she felt as if she deserved it for her crimes, even if they were involuntary.
But this young man had magic, as shown by the spells he had cast when freeing her. Even now he was lighting a torch with words alone. She clutched onto his hand tightly, afraid to be lost in the maze of stone halls beneath the citadel. They eventually reached a room carved out into the stone, causing her to pause. She wrapped her arms around herself, looking about like a caged animal. It was a hard habit to drop, after being caged for so long.
Time: Series 2, "Lady of the Lake".
