Each man and each woman have their own destiny, Their own path that is formed for them from their birth to their death. (Y/n) is no different, She is yet another pawn in the hands of greater beings, The beings that possess Magic she herself doesn't...
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The blowing sound of horns echoed in the room as its melody filled the air, People moved towards their rightful seats before awaiting for the King's arrival.
And not a moment later, With the horns still blowing, Uther entered the room. He wore a blue attire and looked exceptionally proud that day while he strolled down the path towards his throne, His golden crown glistered in the fire which lit up the room.
"We have enjoyed twenty years of peace and prosperity..." Uther spoke as he turned around to look at his guests "It has brought the Kingdom and myself many pleasures" He continued as he smiled at them "But few can compare with the honor of introducing Lady Helen of Mora" He called before the hall filled itself with the sound of clapping hands
"I thought you'd be more excited" Gaius whispered in the female's ear as she clapped quietly with a small smile "Are you alright?"
"Yeah... I just feel weird" (Y/n) murmured as everyone sat down while 'Helen' stepped onto the makeshift stage
'How's Merlin holding up...' Wondered the (H/c) as her eyes left the singer and started searching the room for a certain Warlock but when she found him, He was laughing with Gwen 'Good, It looks like he has company' She thought with a small smile
After the people stopped clapping and silence filled the air (Y/n) averted her gaze back to the singer. She was wearing a bright yellow dress, Her hair up and neckless hiding under her clothing.
"Lo, Hri Elma—" With that, Helen started singing.
Her voice was soft yet firm as it reached such high notes which (Y/n) could never dream of reaching, Her melody was calming yet awakening as the female couldn't take her eyes off the singer who seemed to grab each and every last bit of her attention
The room seemed to darken, Leaving only her and Helen. It was like the two females were in their own world, Of their own beliefs and own wishes
(Y/n)'s body went stiff as her aching muscles stopped screaming, Her body relaxed as she slowly lowered her head onto the table yet keeping her eyes glued to the brunette who continued singing like an angel
From the corner of her eye she could see Merlin push his hands over his ears, But why? Why would he ever want to ignore such a melody?
Was the thing that (Y/n) wondered as she saw Helen walk forward, And her surrounding turning darker as cobwebs grew on her arms before her head dropped on Gaius's shoulder who fell limp on the table
The singing was now painful as if piercing her ears with how many high notes she sang. It's like her ears would bleed—
Silence, Quiet, So quiet (Y/n) could hear her own thoughts as she lifted her head from Gaius's shoulder. Cobwebs were all over her body and the table, Not to mention the candles in the room seemed to be blown out
