Author's note : Hello ! This is my very first story, so I hope you will enjoy it ! Plus I am French so still learning how to deal with English, so I'll manage to pay attention to my level. Please post some reviews ! :)
-Fate's messenger-
a story by Oiseau-tempete and improved by Fantasiedreamar (thanks a lot !)
Chapter one
"Merlin!" Arthur called, rolling his eyes in desperation. "That's not my sword" the king complained throwing it down on the floor like a spoilt child. "It's not even a proper sword!"
"I'll fix that right away, sire" Merlin said bending down, picking up the blade from the ground where Arthur had thrown it.
Smirking, Merlin ran to the armoury where he would get a sword that was "proper" enough for his master.
"Ugh!" complained Merlin as he slid down the armoury wall; he couldn't find Arthur's sword anywhere. He had turned the armoury upside down and inside out; a hurricane would surely have done the same mess.
Not in its attributed place. Not among the knights' swords. Not in the storage.
Nowhere!
Merlin pulled a face. Where was it then?
"You should try behind the door."
Merlin jumped up at the sound of a soft, shrill voice. He looked around, pale blue eyes scanning every corner seeking the shape of a body for the voice.
"Over here" the voice spoke again in a teasing manner.
His eyes stopped at the left-high corner of the door's frame:
The voices host stepped out from the shadows; there, standing on top of the door was an extremely small creature, at first glance, anyone would of assumed it was a fair sized insect, but if one focused on its small body you could say it looked like those wooden statuettes on Gaius's shelf, representing the elves of the Forest of Dean.
But yet its more noticeable feature was its lunar clarity; the creature was literally shining, giving off a pale intense light.
With crafty smile on its face, the luminous little lutin burst out laughing. "Your- your eyes are out of their sockets!" the creature managed to gasp out over its fits of giggles
"Who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want from me?" Merlin shot, backing away from the little creature, unsure if it was a threat.
"Softly, Emrys." The lutin soothed "We've barely introduced ourselves" replied the small shiny one, which looked truly delighted at the astonishment of the young wizard.
"We are right now. Who are you? How do you know my true name?" Merlin asked confused
"Questions, questions" the lutin mumbled "aren't you a curious one!" holding out his miniature hand the little man introduced himself.
"The Druids and their prophets call me Leothan. I am a spirit of the High Mountains of Scafell, cousin of the elves of Dean and messenger of Fate itself."
Merlin's eyes widened in realisation and bowed. "I- I apologise greatly" Merlin stuttered.
"Don't be so afraid, Emrys, Great sorcerer, I only want to see your destiny fulfilled like many others"
Merlin stared at it with suspicion and curiosity. He felt deeply attracted by the powerful magic of the playful spirit, which hadn't yet answered a tenth of the questions now rushing in his head.
"How..." stammered the young man, but he didn't get to finish his sentence as he was interrupted by the energetic spirit:
"There is no time for us to talk now, Emrys. Your master is going to look for you." Leothan hopped over to a window, just as it was about to leave, he turned "I'll see you after dusk, once the Moon will be at its highest point in the sky."
It jumped with ease through the narrow window and disappeared. Merlin stood there, bewildered at the past events.
He was knocked out of his thoughts when he heard a buzzing noise. There outside the window was the little spirit with a grin on his face "Don't forget, Emrys. Behind the door."
And with a great childlike laugh, it vanished into the morning's sky.
Still amazed by that most strange meeting, Merlin didn't pay attention to his King's shouts and monologues on him being an idiot, incapable of succeeding in any task he was asked for, useless and irretrievable.
The door opened loudly revealing a very annoyed Arthur. The king stepped in the armoury looking for his manservant. Closing the door with a slam trying to get his manservant's attention, as soon as the door connected with the frame, a metallic clattering sound could be heard below.
Looking down the King sighed loudly when he found his sword laying centimetres away from his boot. It must have been behind the door, against the wall. Arthur sighed at his strange friend's stupidity. Going further into the armoury he found Merlin standing there gaping, facing the window. Arthur approached Merlin carefully. "Ahem" Arthur coughed, startling Merlin out of his trance.
Swirling around Merlin was met with a sword pointing at his chest:
"You know, Merlin, just because you're and idiot it doesn't exempt you from using your eyes!"
"Prat" mumbled the servant, under his breath.
"Heard that!" the blonde king replied smacking Merlin playful on the head.
"Ow!" Merlin complained rubbing his head where Arthur hit him.
"Wuss"
"Clotpole"
And the two of them left the armoury, still exchanging insults.
"Dollophead"