Chapter 1: Winter flowers
Merlin felt the light tickle the back of his eyelids. He could not remember feeling so at peace.
He had wandered back after saving Arthur's life- yet again- and found a beautiful field of flowers. They seemed to hum with magic, with life. They were rebellion resting on Camelot's border, hidden but present. When would Arthur understand, he thought, that magic was something that could not be stamped out of his world? That magic could sometimes be just a field of flowers in full bloom surrounded by snow?
He had lied down then, too tired to do anything else.
"MERLIN!" he heard Arthur call. How he had found him, he had no idea.
Groaning he sat up and thanked the world for that moment of bliss.