Merlin had fulfilled his destiny. Albion was alive and beautiful, and magic was no longer feared in the land. But nothing ever lasts, does it? Memories gone, and in his ten-year-old form once more, he's traveled over a thousand years in the future. Now, he has a new destiny: He has to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hide the fact that he's Merlin, and defeat a Dark Lord that's messing with magic he knows nothing about. This is fanfiction inspired by Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling and the BBC Show, Merlin. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

Sixteen year old Anna is an aspiring writer, and it's what she loves. But when she is diagnosed with cancer, everything she knows changes, and she falls into a deep depression. But then she meets Max, a boy who shows her that even in the darkest times of our lives, there's always something to dream about.

Even in this situation, with it pinning me to the ground, it seems to have a flicker of something other than bloodlust in its grey eyes. Something more... Compassionate? The scaly beast bares its wicked fangs, but it doesn't scare me. If anything, I'm curious. It could have killed me by now, but it hasn't. Slowly, its head lowers, jaws held open. I close my eyes, once again gripped by fear, and wait for the beast's teeth to sink into my throat. *** Cover art is courtesy of @HarvestMoon168

Before him, I used to love being afraid. I wasn't your average girl; I played the most terrifying games, read the most riveting thrillers, and watched every horror film I could get my hands on. I was in love with the sheer exhilaration that fear afforded me; when I was afraid, I was alive. Of course, that's an easy hobby to have when you get your thrills from watching it happen to someone else. It was all fun and games when I was the one turning the pages, manipulating the controls, sitting at home wrapped in a blanket in front of a T.V. screen as I lived a nightmare vicariously through the characters. Being scared was fun because I knew none of it was real. There was a clear line between fantasy and reality. Turn off the T.V., close the book, quit the game, and I was in control again. I was safe, like always. I could walk away, laughing and alive. I used to love being afraid... Until it wasn't a game anymore. My name is Jericho Andromeda Winters, and this is my story.

In a universe where Demons rule the earth and humans are their slaves, a small village girl somehow gets the attention of the king of the world....

A young woman receives a spooky visit from someone ...out of the ordinary.