Nerissa finds herself on the adventure of a lifetime when she accompanies her brother to Camelot, in hopes of a better future than as some simple farmer's wife. There she finds out that sometimes, dreams really do come true - even in the most unlike...
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Quest for Camelot
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The sun was bright as it beamed from up above. Nerissa was glad that she had worn her cloak to help shield her eyes. She was also thankful that she had slipped on one of Merlin's old shirts and an old pair of his trousers, from years before when he was much shorter, that she had stuffed away. While her mother didn't whole-heartedly approve of her appearance before she left home, Nerissa knew the journey would be far easier in this attire than what she normally wore. Her only problem was her footwear was her own and not a hand-me-down from her brother. And they ached.
"Mer-lin," Nerissa groaned, emphasizing each syllable of her brother's name. "Are we there yet? My feet hurt." She tried to curl her toes in her shoes, but they hurt terribly. They were likely bloodied and would need looking after when they arrived at their destination.
Merlin stopped and looked over his shoulder at his sister who was several paces behind him. He had originally planned on taking this journey to Camelot alone, not with his baby sister tagging along. Somehow she had managed to get her way, yet again. Merlin shook his head in annoyance, as an older brother often does with his younger sister when she does something bothersome. "Maybe you should have stayed home if all you were going to do is complain the whole journey to Camelot, Nerissa."
