Zyanne pov
Bodies. That's all I see. Dead, bloody bodies. I look around and I see fire and more bodies. The sky is eclipsed and red. I hear laughter so evil I cring. I turn to the laughter and saw a boy no older than twelve sat on a thrown holding the head of a king. In a loud booming voice I heard him speak. "All thanks to you Zyanne." He tossed the head into the air and laughed. Fire breathed by a dragon with red scales and orange eyes smelled of sadness and death. He looked at her and let a tear fell from his eyes. "Hurry" the dragon growled with the laughing child.
I woke with a scream which ripped through my body and shook my already fast beating heart. Merlin burst into the room with a worried voice. I couldn't hear him, all I could hear was the laughing and scscreaming. He was by my side holding me close. I was hyperventilating and crying incoherent words. But Merlin stayed with me rocking me back and fourth. Jasper came in pulling a shirt over his head and knelt next to me taking my hand.
"Zyanne, honey, are you okay?" He asked with concern. I looked at him and the image of the kings head flashed by. Tears fell harder. No. It can't be! I hid my face in my ancestors neck. I knew Jasper was hurt but I couldn't look at him. I heard him leave, I felt bad but I couldn't stop crying. When I calmed down a bit I felt Merlin kiss my head and get up. I grabbed his hand. "Don't leave me....please." he smiled softly and nodded laying next to me. I fell back asleep.
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Merlin's Mistake
Fantasy#watty16 Zyanne is the decedent of Merlin, a great and powerful wizard, but when an argument between Jasper, the decendent of King Arthur, sends them back in time to meet their ancestors she has to make a choice: Follow her heart and become Arthur...
