Merlin Fanfiction Sneak Peaks

Bound

Deirdre has magic and uses it to bind her soul to King Uthers before he can order her execution and so she cannot be killed as long as he lives, and he will be cursed to feel every painful emotion she feels.

Deirdre's P.O.V
I dipped the cloth into the bowl of cold water before folding it and replacing it on my mother's forehead. She was growing weaker by the hour and I feared she would not make it through the night. The cure had long since been found, but only those who could afford it were recieveing it. Unfortunately we had no savings and no coin to pay for it. I had tried all the healing spells I knew. Nothing was working as it was a magical sickness, one that had been brought down upon the whole kingdom because of King Uther's irrational hate for magic and all magic users. It was why I had hidden my Grimore in the form of a simple children's book. Any without magic could not see its true form.

"You'll be okay Mama." I whispered as I pressed a kiss to her forehead. She was boiling up and her fever wasn't breaking. She was in a fitful sleep and her breathing was shallow. I leant back on my hunches and let a few tears escape. I always made sure she wasn't awake to see me cry, I didn't want to add more weight to her shoulders, not while she was so deathly ill.

I resigned myself to a light sleep, waking many times in the night to replace the cloth on my mother's head, occasionally woken by her pained groans.

It was all I could do.

Put her to sleep to make this all as painless as possible. When I woke in the morning her fever had not gotten any better, and in the early hours she had convulsed and nearly choked on her spittle, had I not woken to roll her onto her side. At that I had relented my sleeping spell for her safety.

"Deirdre." I turned at her rasp and quickly moved to her bedside, leaving the soup to cook. I took her hand in mine and kissed it as I held it close to my face.

"I'm here Mama." I said softly as she turned her face to me. I bit my lip so hard it drew blood. Her eyes had fogged over in a light white and it was clear she couldn't see through them anymore. I let the tears spill down my cheeks as I sobbed silently.

"Deirdre?" She called again like I hadn't just spoken to her. I wiped my tears with my free hand and cleared my throat.

"Yes Mama?" I answered her again as I tried to keep a light tone. She gently squeezed my hand and blinked slowly.

"Deirdre, don't hide from your mother. I'll find you, you cheeky girl." She whispered out as she stared past me a ghost of a smile on her face. She was obviously remembering something and thought she was there again, reliving the vivid memory. It pained me beyond words to see her fade away like this.

"Deirdre that's mummy's work. Only noble men can be knights dew drop, don't dirty that cape." Her smile still remained but her brows furrowed.

"Now Deirdre you know you can't use your magic. If someone sees you, you'll be taken away. Away from me, away from this world." I let the tears continue to slid as my sobs grew loud, and I clenched her hand in both of mine as I watched her swim in the past, her mind long gone.

"I love you my little dew drop." She said softly as her grip on my hand lessened and her face slackened. I set her hand on the bed beside her as she turned her head away again and closed her eyes, falling into a restless sleep.

I moved to stir the pot on the fire before pulling it off, satisfied. I'd spent what little money we had to make her something nice to eat. There was nothing I could do now. I had begged and pleaded for the cure, I'd offered to work the debt off, but they hadn't even let me through to see the physician. My mother was going to die within the next day or so, and there was nothing I could do, and that's what pained me most. I was born with magic, which is very rare, yet I couldn't do a thing to help my own mother from dying, I didn't know how.

I poured the soup into two bowls and left mine on the table as I made my way back to my mother's side with the other.

"Mama, Mama." I called softly to her as I pushed some of her hair from her forehead, slick and sticky with sweat. She didn't move. My heart rate spiked and I placed the bowl at my feet as I gripped her wrist and pressed my fingers agaisnt it. I shook as my nails dug into her pale, clamy skin as tears rolled down my cheeks as I searched for a pulse.

I let a verbal sob tear through my throat, leaving it raw, as I quickly moved my fingers to the side of her neck, my eyes bleary, and my blood rushing in my ears. Still, no pulse. I broke down on the stool beside the bed as I gripped her hand, and wailed as grief enveloped me, and tore at my soul. What a cruel world it was. To have my mother, the last remaining family I had, ripped away from me in a parade of suffering and cruelty.

My pain and sorrow turned bitter as it churned in my chest, boiling over into rage. This was all Uther's fault. There was a cure, she could have lived, but that cretin, that foul beast, not worthy of his place or power, had turned a blind eye and let her die. He will pay for this. He will know suffering beyond his darkest Nightmares. He would burn in a personal Hell of my own creation.