The Unknown Child (Merlin Fanfiction)

The Unknown Child (Merlin Fanfiction)

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Uther breaths in gasping as he lays on his death bed. Arthur runs a hand through his hair. "Please don't leave me, you are the only one I have left." He says tears streaming down his face. "No" Uther coughs "I am about to tell you one if my biggest secrets. One that I have not told anyone. There is another princess besides Morgana." His eyes look down as he speaks her name. "I had hid her away from Camelot because......she has magic. When she was just a babe she would throw things with her mind, she endangered you and Morgana. Her crying would set candles flames bigger." He coughs again and grabs Arthurs arm. "You must find her before Morgana does. She knows about her and I bet that she is searching the Kingdom for her. Do not let that child get into the possession of Morgana or Camelot will be ruined." I look at him shocked by the news "what's her name?" I ask shaking Him as he started drifting to sleep. "Her name is........Nesryn." He says as he falls asleep.
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"Merlin has-" The ghost of Uther Pendragon has told Arthur that Merlin has magic. Arthur struggles to deal with it, until he's forced to once Camelot has a familiar new visitor. ~ Morgana crooned to the guard, her words cold but soothing, smile apparent in her voice. The sharp clicks of boots snapped against the cold dungeon air as a high-headed, cold-hearted sorceress stood proudly in front of the old man. Dark hair, wild like a bloodthirsty animal, contrasted sharply against her pale, creamy skin. A dangerous smile lingered on her lips, watery green eyes gleaming with malice as she tilted her head to survey her prisoner with mock sympathy. ~ Heads up, this fic is as straight as a ruler, so don't be expecting gay smut. I warned you!

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