Lancelot – Thunder
Merlin had asked Lancelot to accompany him. He had wanted to try something in the forest and it had to be done then while thunder was raging outside. Lancelot hadn´t had nerve to say he would rather stay inside; so here he was, on the edge of a clearing, watching as Merlin reached his arm towards the skies that rumbled in anger.
Lancelot felt his stomach turn when the first lightning finally struck down.
The lightning struck down on Merlin only to become tamed in the firm grasp of his hand. That was the moment when Lancelot thought he finally knew why druids had that look in their eyes every time they talked about the warlock - the look of respect and fear. It seemed as if the word "warlock" equals power.
With exited wonder in his eyes, Merlin graced the lightning with his fingers, like brushing a little.
The warlock had spoken truthfully when he said he liked thunder because it felt like it was everywhere - without boundaries in earth or skies. It seemed everywhere included in Merlin's grasp.
While watching his friend petting power, Lancelot realized there was no point in being scared of thunder - at least not as long as he was traveling with this mysterious lord of lightning.
