Flame (Merlin Fanfiction)

Flame - A merlin Fanfiction.

OKAY so can I just say, I have now just recently logged back into watt pad after about 2 years and I can safely say holy crap😂😂 I had over 300 notifications on this between this story and Killing Corpses and I mean, thanks I guess for the continued support! I was twelve years old when I started this story and I am now 17 (almost 18). Time flies, huh? Just wanted to preface that yes, I am aware at how horrendous the storyline is and how many spelling errors there are but hey, I recently got the highest in my entire shoot for my higher English exam so let's just say I've improved since then. If you can cope with a few spelling mistakes and continuity issues then please keep on reading and give twelve year old me a chance :)

( I do not own Merlin. It is property of the BBC. I don't really know what to say because im only thirteen (Nearly) but this is just a fanfiction made by a teen on a rainy day. BTW. If you like this and haven't watched Merlin before, Watch it! It's, like, the best show ever! I don't really expect to get reads because no-one is going to look up "Merlin Fan Fic" But lets see how this goes... H x)

The girl with the red hair crouched behind the moss engulfed rock. It took the slightest move to make her shiver. Her brown eyes burned with the yearn for the monstrosity before her, to be dead. To end the troll race, forever. A few of her red locks had fallen lose from her braid, and were flying wildly around her heart shaped face. The wind was picking up pace as she lifted her head, looking at the monsters chest. But obviously, she had not been quiet enough. The troll spun on its heel and shrieked with happiness. It had heard her, but hadn't seen her. It's black beady eyes darted from rock to rock, looking for a strand, a wisp of that familiar red hair. That was the giveaway to her enemies, the trolls. Luckily, her quick idea had formed to plait her hair in front of the enemy. It seemed to be working. Her braid was tucked neatly down the back of her cloak and her skull was covered by her velvet hood. She tucked the few free strands of hair behind her ear and pranced silent and graceful to a tree, closer to the monster. The troll, however, had no idea that a young girl was hiding behind a tree, not even 30 feet away. The girls movement was similar to a tiger's. Graceful, yet powerful, and a spring in her step. She was always focused, and almost never failed. And she certainly wouldn't be failing this mission. That was another similarity of her's to a tiger's. Stealth. That was her strength. No matter how quiet the destination of her task was, she would never be heard or seen. She could sneak up behind any goblin or ghoul and slit it's throat, before it could breathe it's last breath. The trolls however, were different. Despite the clever history and characteristic of the troll having a tiny brain and not being able to tell a threat from a mushroom, they were the complete opposite. The trolls were smart and knew how to wield a sword or two. It wasn't often that they were outsmarted, only by the smartest wizards and most powerful warlocks, could they be defeated. Never had a mortal girl set foot in the valley of the trolls, never mind 20 feet from one itself. She drew in a sharp ( but silent ) breath as the troll turned round again. She held that breath, longer than she usually could, praying that it wouldn't hear her. That's how her mother died. They had been passing by peacefully when they seen it, and tried to keep out of sight. Quiet, too. The creatures had taken her mothers life, for nothing. Only for fun...

With that angering thought in mind, she was ready to kill the very troll that killed her mother. She pressed her back to the cool, bumpy surface of the rock in order to keep out of sight of the troll. But not for long. She silently drew her last arrow and aimed at the monster, the iron tip of the arrow glinting menacingly toward its chest through the bushes and thicket. She waited for the exact moment, as soon as it spun round. It must have heard the girls heavy breathing, for it turned round with force that shook the ground. She wasted no time in drawing the arrow back as far as it would go, releasing it so the flight left a tiny little scar, just underneath her left eye. Barley there, but still visible...