Farah: Merlin Fanfiction

Farah and her family walked past the guards and straight through the gates into Camelot. They stopped just a few feet inside the city, when her father Ashton pulled out some money. Well the little amount of money they had been able to salvage on their terrifying escape from Bellmare; their old home.

"Farah, go see what food you can buy for this," he said handing the money over to her. "We will go find a safe place to sleep tonight and I'll meet you back here later, " he added.

"OK, father," she agreed taking the money from him. "See you later," she added as her mother picked up her little brother Barden, the youngest of her two siblings, who was worn out from their long journey.

Then she turned and walked further into the city to find some where to buy food. She came to a market, that had stalls full of lots of different food: vegetables, fruit, bread, pastries and ect. As well as a whole manner of other things. This market was so much bigger than the one in Bellmare. Which was to be expected since it was just a small village. Back there it wasn't really a market as it was just a gathering place where all the village folk traded and sold what ever they had grown and made that week.

As she carried on walking she signed and for the first time in a while, all she could do was think of home and how it was now nothing more than an empty shell of broken buildings and dead bodies. She also couldn't help but to picture Rosaline and Barden's terrified little faces as the five of them ran and escaped the vicious, strong and unstoppable magical creatures or how scared she had been herself, but had to stay strong for her family's sake, so that she could use her powers and magic to get them to safety. If it hadn't been for her use of magic and powers they wouldn't have made it to Camelot and just like everyone else they would have be dead.

She shook her head trying shake the terrible thoughts from her mind as she came to the first stall. It was stall that sold bread. Stopping, she counted the money her father had given her and then split it. "Hi, what's the biggest loaf I can buy for this?" She asked the salesman.

He took the money and then counted it. "This one right here," he then stated pointing to a medium to slightly large sized loaf.

It wouldn't last her family very long but it would do for now, until their father found a job. "I'll take it please," Farah said.

"Of course," he told her as he picked up the loaf and rapped it up in a paper bag. "Is that everything?"

"Yes, that's everything, thank you," she said and then handed it over to her. "Thank you," she added again taking the loaf from him.

Next she came to a fruit stall and decided to stop. Maybe, she could get a deal on a bag of apples, if she was lucky. "Hi," she said as she approached the stall.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The guy asked.

"Yes, well you see my family and I have had a terribly long journey here. We was forced to flee our homes as it was attacked by some very ruffles creatures. No one else survived just us but I think we grew lucky as we had only just managed to get away. As we were escaping my father managed to grab some money and food but not very much. The money he got, I have already spent half of it on a loaf of bread and well I wouldn't ask this but I can't see my little brother and sister starve. They are only 4 and 8, but could you possible give me a deal on a bag of apples?" Farah explained.

"How much have you got?" The man asked.

"Just this," she said holding out her hand to show him the money.

He looked at it then said, "tell you what, I'll give you a full bag for just three shillings. They are normally five shillings a bag. I have a daughter aged about 4 too and I'd hate to see her go hungry," he said.

"Thank you so much," she said and handed over the money.

"Not a problem," he stated with a smile and began filling a paper bag with apples.

As she waited she couldn't help but to over hear the sound of a guy's voice coming from behind her. The voice annoyed but it was inaudible. "Here you go, " the guy said handed over the bag of apples, so she took it muttering a thank you and then turned around.

That's when she found the source of the voice it belonged to a young blond haired man, around the same age as her and he wearing chainmail and armor. Behind him was another young man but his hair was dark and instead of armor he wore a dark blue top, a brown jacket and a red scarf. This boy was carrying an over flowing bag of what appeared to be training swords and other combat training tools. A Knight and his servant, Farah thought as she walked away from the stall. She was about turn and head to another one when the servant boy dropped the bag on the floor.

The Knight stopped and turned around. "What are you doing?" He demanded.

"I dropped it," The dark haired servant replied.

"I can see that," the Knight said. "Well don't just stand there, pick them up," he added a few moments later.

Who does this Knight think he is? Farah thought. The dark haired boy might be his servant but that didn't mean he should treat him that way. Dropping the bag had clearly been an accident. Her body twitched in anger because she hated seeing others no matter who they were treating someone horribly.

"You know you could help me," the dark haired boy stated.

Farah stepped to the side away from the fruit stall so that she could watch.

"Why should I? It's your job, even if you are completely useless at it," the blond boy said.

"To be nice for once," the servant replied.

"Just hurry up and don't drop it again. Although, I don't think that you are even that useless to drop something twice in a row," the knight ordered and was about to Carr on walking.

Farah couldn't contain her anger any more so she looked at the apples on the table and then at the Knight. They came rolling off the table and flew under his feet. He jumped back nearly falling over, but he regained his balance and then stormed over to the stall, and she couldn't help but to stifle a smile.

The servant had now picked up the bag and looked over towards the knight and stall. She noticed that he too had a smirk on his face.

"What do you think you are going?" The knight demanded when he reached the stall.

"Sorry, I don't know what happened, sire. They just rolled off the table," the man oppologised and Farah couldn't help, but to look over at the knight more clearly as she heard the word sire.

Who is he? He can't be just a regular knight, she thought.

"Has that happened before?" He asked.

"No sire," the man replied.

"Then there might be something wrong with the table. Get it fixed," he ordered.

"Yes, sire," the man agreed.

"Good," he said and then walked away.

The knight then walked around the apples and in the direction he had been heading before Farah had thrown the apples at him. As the other young man was turning his eyes fell on her and for the first time she saw his face properly. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Come along, Merlin," the knight called.

So that's his name, Farah thought. Merlin followed the blonde hair boy and Farah turned in the opposite direction, fairly pleased with herself, to go see if she could buy some more food.