Merlin Oneshots

Fighting All The Way

So I decided to do Ciara today. Hope you like it. Some cursing. Happy reading.

Third POV

Ciara was two weeks old when her mother was killed. Her mother was a beautiful white pit bull. Ciara had two brothers and four sisters. She was the runt of the litter. But she was the only one that lived. The bad men killed her six siblings and took her. They would keep her in a small cage and she would have to eat old raw meat. She hated that cell. But she hated being out of it more.

When she was out of the cell, the bad men would make her fight. She had to fight other dogs, wild beasts and even children.

She outgrew her cage eventually. When she was two months old she was taken out of the cage for the last time and she was tied to a pole. The pole was out in the open and whenever someone walked past, they would kick her.

She managed to escape when she was four months old. She was running so fast that if you were looking really hard, you might see a blur of black before she was gone. She had gone so far from her prison before she stopped to rest. But she placed her paw wrong and sent some rocks falling on her.

There was a boy in the woods collecting herbs. He was humming a tune that everybody in Camelot knew well. He stopped when he heard a small rockfall followed by wimpering.

He started to walk close to her and she didn't like that one bit. When people walk up to her, they hurt her. Instinct kicked in and she started to growl at the boy. "Shhh. it's ok. I'm here to help you. I just need to move this rock then I need to look at your paw. Ok? To do that, I need to get close to you is that ok?"

The words were spoken with such kindness that she didn't know what to do anymore. She stopped growling at him but was still wary of him. He slowly reached for his bag and grabbed something in it. He carefully pulled out a rope and fashioned it into a loop. He got closer to her and put the rope around her neck. He flinched back when he saw the marks on her caused by the tight chain they had put her on. "I know how that feels. I promise, this won't hurt and it's going to come off as soon as I'm done checking your paw. I promise."

The boy stayed true to his word and made sure that the loop was loose. He walked over to a tree and tied that rope tightly around it. She didn't understand what was happening, but she liked this boy. He was nice to her and hasn't hurt her yet. She watched him as he moved the boulder and helped him out by moving her paw as soon as he moved the boulder enough to do so. The boy expected her to run, but she didn't. She never would. She would stay by his side for the rest of her life.

Merlin and Ciara were never seen apart. If they were, there was trouble. If you were to find Ciara alone without Merlin, then there was a HUGE problem. Merlin was in trouble. Never a good thing.

This was believed until Merlin had convinced Ciara to go find Lancelot by herself. When he followed her into the woods he was ambushed with chicken feathers being thrown at him. It would've been better if there was some spare tar or even some honey. But it was just the feathers.

Nobody trusted Ciara anymore. But, if you looked in her eyes you could see the enjoyment in it when she was joking. When Merlin was in some real trouble, her eyes had a panic in them. They were wide and scared. Almost as scared as she was when she first escaped from her prison.

That's how Percival and Gwaine knew Merlin was in trouble when he was with his brother. Her eyes were so wide, there was no white to be seen. So they chased after her into the woods. And they were able to save him from his brother.