Just a drabble that I discovered under my bed. You know how those plot bunnies breed like, well rabbits. As soon as I figure out what's happening I'll add a chapter or two. Enjoy!
"Merlin has magic!"
Uther's last words and gesture before he disappears send Arthur into shock. Merlin? Here? He spins around to the corner of the armory where Uther had pointed. It is empty. Had his father's ghost simply meant that- but no. He had pointed, looked, as if he'd truly seen someone there.
"Merlin?"
The question is timid but none more so than its asker, who stares around the empty room with a hope akin to desperation.
"Merlin? Are you here?"
There is no answer. No pale figure appears, as had Uther's, from nothing. But just when Arthur is about to give up a warm breeze wraps around his shoulders and musses his hair as if a hand had passed through it.
"Merlin. I'm so sorry." Father forgotten, it is more than the young King can do to keep from sobbing his apology to the air. "I never meant it to happen. I would do anything to bring you back."
He receives no answer, not even a breeze this time, but as the chamber brightens with the advent of morning he is almost certain his last apology has been heard, and accepted.
So what are your theories?