Life Seven: Part Nine

10 0 0
                                    

Time went back to passing by quickly after Mordred had left Camelot. Charlie tried her best to keep track of the days but quite honestly, she couldn't be bothered. She was more interested in just enjoying her time in Camelot. And enjoying her time, she was. Merlin and herself have gotten even closer since she had told him about knowing of the future. They seemed to form a bond based on being creatures of magic. Sometimes Charlie even forgot about the fact that she wasn't native to these lands or even this world. Those moments were ones she longed for the most. Being able to just forget about her past lives and not worry about what type of life would com next. This was her life and she was ready to embrace it.

Today had started like most of her days. Charlie was awoken by her servant, dressed, ate breakfast before moving to her lessons. After words she would typically go around the castle to either bug her loving twin or Merlin. However today she was called to the throne room as someone had requested an audience with the King. She walked in a bit late and her eyes traveled the room until they landed on the woman in the middle of the room. Merlin's mother, Hunith was standing there. Which meant this was closing in on the time were the bandits were attacking Ealdor and Merlin leaves to help his home village. Charlie quickly took her seat in the throne between Morgana and her father.

While the hearing was happening, Charlie kept her eyes on Merlin and didn't listen to a word that was being said. She knew what was going to be said and she already knew what would be happening. There was no way she would be able to change the king's mind but she would be joining the marry band that followed Merlin to Ealdor. There wasn't really anything to change while there but this wasn't about changing things. This was about being there for Merlin. When Merlin turned and left the throne room, Charlie took that as a sign that the meeting was over. So she stood and left the throne room with Morgana close behind her.

"Why didn't you try and reason with your father? I know how you feel about Merlin. How could you just sit there and not say anything?" Morgana asked pulling Charlie to a stop. "I thought you stopped being heartless."

"Morgana!" Charlie snapped at her sister as she turned around to face her fully. There wasn't much she could say about the heartless comment. Like Kilgarah had said when she had first got here, she had taken over a body that didn't have a soul. If it was anything like when Sam Winchester was Soulless, well she wasn't surprised that Morgana thought she had been heartless. "First of all I do not know what you are referring to when you say I feel for Merlin." 'lies' "and I was sitting there because I know when to choose my battles. My father would never agree to send soldiers to a small village that is not part of his kingdom. I am not sure I believe he would care even if they were part of our lands." Charlie took a deep breath. "However I will not sit here and do nothing. We are going to Ealdor and helping Merlin ourselves."

"Really..?" Morgana asked quietly as she seemed embarrassed for assuming the worst out of her friend.

"Of course." Charlie put a hand on her arm and smiled. "Now I need to pack. I have a feeling we will be leaving in the morning." She said before walking away from Morgana and down the hall.

~~~

"Are we ready to go?" Charlie asked as she walked into Gwen's home. Gwen, Morgana and Merlin turned towards her after jumping at the sudden noise of the door. Morgana and Gwen were smiling at her but Merlin looked concerned that she thought she was coming with.

"Your not coming." Merlin protested quickly making Charlie scuff at the statement.

"Of course I am." Charlie said as she shifted the bag over her shoulder. It held extra clothing as well as food. She was currently wearing her armor and her sword was strapped on her hip. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you go to Ealdor and face a group of power hungry bandits?"

Nine LivesWhere stories live. Discover now