A/N: A quick Merlin fanfic. I don't own Merlin. Based on The Lady of the Lake. Freya/Merlin.
If you like this fic, check out my work in progress, The Raven King, in which King Arthur unintentionally comes to modern-day America.
Blessing
I am a light.
I feel it now—truly, openly, beautifully. When I crouch next to you—beneath this city of fear and dirt and injustice—I feel weightless. My blood is warm, my sight clear. I am whole, I am well, I am truth.
I am just myself.
The magic in me is strong, and for the first time I feel it. My heart beats in magic, my lungs breathe it out, and it is pure and lovely, and sinless. Guiltless. With you, it is a blessing.
I want you to feel what I feel, but you shy from me. Until that night, when you moan, when your black wings are pressed to your sides in fear. I say your name softly. I touch your face and try to let you see that you are just yourself, and I love you.
There is blood, and you are naked in your agony, and I cannot heal you.
The view would be breathtaking, if I could see anything but your blank face. The smell of pine needles overwhelms me, clogging my lungs and blurring my sight. As I push you onto your perfect lake, I feel my light going with you. And I am heavy again. I am cold. I am darkness.
My hand is trembling when I hold it before my face. I try to say the word—it sticks in my throat. I feel pain—loneliness and grief and death. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying to draw out that strength you gave me.
I say the word. You burn there, in your blanket of pine needles.
I am alone once more.