Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, yadda yadda yadda
Here's a story/poem I wrote for my creative writing class that may or may not have been inspired by Merlin and Morgana.
He says to meet him at dawn.
You don't question the earliness, just agree.
Dressed for the brisk weather, you walk outside and see him standing with two horses.
He places you onto a horse, and then hops on to his own.
His white horse, so pure, just like him.
He leads you out into the forest, towards your favorite spot.
The spot filled with so many magical memories.
You know that's where you're going because you can hear the waterfall.
The distant crashing of water against rocks is enough to bring a smile to your face.
You urge your horse forward, eager to enter the beautiful clearing.
He shakes his head and laughs, but brings his horse to a trot to catch up with you.
The horses weave in and out of mossy trees, the path already etched into their brains.
Autumn leaves catch in your hair, but you don't mind.
Nothing can take away from this beautiful day.
After some time he cuts in front of you, galloping off.
You won't allow him to beat you, so your spur your horse forward, racing after him.
Just as you're about to pass him, you burst into the clearing.
You blink your eyes as they adjust to the bright sunlight that envelops you.
When your sight finally comes into focus, he is holding out a hand.
You look past him to see a picnic spread out by the lake's shore.
Shrugging off the question as to how he set it up so quickly, you take his hand and dismount.
He grins at you and ties the horses to a nearby oak, then leads you to the picnic.
You eat in silence, occasionally casting glances his way, but ultimately just enjoying his company.
Finally, the meal comes to an end and you begrudgingly move to get up, but he has other ideas.
He sits you down and kneels next to you, extracting a quizzical look from you.
He only smiles and softly grabs your hand with his and brings it up to his lips.
He murmurs a few foreign words against your palm then pulls away.
His beaming face puzzles you until you notice what is emanating from your hand.
Searing emerald and cobalt fires erupt out of your fingers, but all you feel is slight warmth.
You gasp in shock, but a few more words are whispered inaudibly and the fires take form.
He squeezes your hand to let you know that everything is perfect, that this is supposed to happen.
The flames shift and morph until they take the shape of multiple winged horses.
They gallop and fly through the air, radiant sparks flying and dying out before they hit grass.
He chuckles at the awe outlined on your face before summoning more anomalies.
This time they are brilliant gold butterflies that can only be described as beautiful.
They flutter around you and land on you, impossibly illuminating their path against the sunlight.
You can't stop the laugh that erupts from your mouth.
He stands and offers you his hand yet again.
You take it and he pulls you into a waltz amongst the iridescent foreground.
You grin madly into his shoulder, enjoying the enchanting scenery.
The last of the alien words he kept are revealed to the serene silence.
You gaze up at him, wondering what other incredulous things he has to offer.
His eyes shine with genuine excitement and you mirror his, eagerly awaiting what is to come.
Soon enough you feel weightless.
You contemplate your surroundings and realize that you're flying.
He captures your lips with his, and in that moment, everything is perfect.