Merlin

prologue

Dear Diary,

     I woke up; I ate with my family… But I am unsatisfied. Why do people hate me? Why are they afraid? Why…. Do they want to kill me? My mother says I am special, my brother says I am different, but I say…I am just me. I was walking in the village today, it was warm and sunny. As I walked I saw a man, about 10 and 8 years, he was throwing knives at this poor boy about two years younger than him. I couldn’t just sit and watch… I was horrible. So, I stopped it. I walked up to the man with my head held high and said, “Throwing knives at innocent people isn’t so noble for a young knight.”

He replied, “Stay out of this little lady, a woman as pretty as you wouldn’t want to get hurt.”

 “Oh? Because I am a woman, I may not show bravery?” I asked, “Well, as a knight shouldn’t you set an example for the people? For they should not fear you but admire you.”

“Shut up lady.”

I walked towards him. He looked beautiful, blonde hair and green eyes. He had a big chest and arms that made him seem intimidating. I smiled at him.

 “You are not very polite; may I have your name?” I asked.

 “I am Arthur, now. Move.”

“I am Merlin, let this boy go. He has done nothing. Picking on others smaller than you makes you seem like a coward. You are very attractive but cowardice isn’t an attractive trait. Arthur.” With that I took the hand of the boy and he led me to his parents who bowed their heads in respect. I smiled and went my way. But I felt someone grab my hand, I turned around and saw Arthur. He look angry, no, furious. His eye grew a darker green, I look at him in confusion. He just growled and threw me to his guards which took me to the dungeon under the castle. They threw me into the cell and I crawled into the corner.

 “What do you want?” I asked Arthur.

“I warned you, you just pushed me too hard.” He smiled. He walked into cell. Then he bent down to touch my face.

He said, “There is a difference between recklessness and bravery.” He put his thumb under my chin gently to life my face up, “beautiful.”

“Beauty is something everyone is born with. Some tend to lose it as they get older.” I said.

“You just won’t stop will you?”

“No.” I said, “I am not the type of person to give up.”

“Well then” he smirked, “that will have to change.”