Another one shot! If anyone has any story suggestions, they would be much appreciated! I'm in such a story mood at the moment, but really struggle for ideas, so inspiration would be amazing!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Merlin
Wind echoed through the emptiness of the solemn, moonlit hills, the loneliness constricting, and the silence overwhelming. My shaking knees fell to the water sodden floor, and tears stung the backs of my eyes, threatening to overflow. My lungs willed the cool night air to fill them, deep quick breaths begging to ease the pain. A single, chocked sob escaped my treacherous lips, and my eyes blurred, trapping me in my own sorrow.
My fingers traced the intricate etchings on the newly carved stone, smooth and honourable, a testament to the loyalty this man had displayed, not just to me, but to the kingdom, through its fathers darkest days, and the sons brightest hours, through the trial that had proven too much to bear. Gauis.
A scream of anger escaped my lips, hands plunging into the earth, looking for something to grab, to throw, to strangle. Dirt flew through the air, and rain plummeted to the earth. Thunder rumbled in the distance, lightening landing at my feet. I screamed again, hands grasping at my head, willing the pain to stop, willing myself to forget, to no longer feel. Wind turned to typhoon, earth rumbling beneath my feet. Roots erupted from the ground, constricting all in their sights. Lightening scarred the sky. Sorrow scarred my heart.
"Merlin"
A small voice echoed inside my head.
"Merlin"
It whispered, small, barely composed.
"Merlin you have to stop…. Look at me!"
A strong hand clamped on my shoulder, forcibly dragging me back to earth, to reality.
"Merlin… You have to stop"
My eyes met his, brilliant blue, meeting glowing gold, pain unmistakable in either pair.
"He said my secret was one he would protect with his life, Arthur…." I whispered, voice laced with agony.
"… He was always true to his word"
The tears in my eyes came forward, washing away the gold like waves on the shore. Lightening sealed back up in the sky, roots buried back beneath the earth. The thunder drew its last breath, and the wind retreated to a breeze.
At last, I allowed myself to cry.
Salt tears stained Arthur's tunic, as he hugged me through the pain, silent streaks of sorrow lining his face too. We cried, unashamedly for the Father we both lost, and the sky cried with us, tears for the man who could no longer walk this earth.