Fall into your sunlight
"Morgana, why do you feel so strongly for the boy?" Seth asked, leaning against the balcony with his arms crossed while Morgana looked over the courtyard were Merlin had burned eighteen years before.
"Merlin was the only man who ever loved me so completely. He cared for be, brought me out of my shell. When my nightmares grew worse he would sit at my bedside for the night and hold my hand. When his mother first called for him after she found Destiny, I went with him. I watched him heal her and it was so beautiful, so poetic that I knew magic could not be evil. He returned to her every week's end, he was so in love. When he discovered she was with child he was so excited, so happy. Sometimes I could accompany him home and I just loved to watch him. When night would cover the skies he would kiss her stomach and whisper words of love to the baby. After Art was born… a man had never loved his son more," Morgana said sadly, turning to face the man to her right. "I swore that I would repay Merlin for all he had given me, I couldn't save Destiny, but I will save Art. I have grown to love that boy as if he was my own and I will protect him with my life."
"Aunt Morgana! Uncle Seth!" Emeline squealed happily as she ran towards them with a big smile. Seth's face lit up when he spotted his niece as he had always had a soft spot for the girl. With a smile he scooped her into his arms. She giggled as she soared through the air before landing safely in his arms. He held her close for a moment before allowing her to pull from him.
"Emeline… look at you, you're glowing," Morgana fawned.
"Gwen made me a dress Aunt Morgana, look at it, is it not wonderful?" Emeline gushed as she twirled in place, putting the artwork she wore on display for the couple.
"Quite wonderful darling, so exquisite, much like the gowns Gwen once made me," Morgana told the girl as she danced her fingers down Emeline's sleeve to feel the fine fabric. "Where is your lady's maid Emeline? When I was a girl I refused to go anyplace without Gwen by my side."
"Abigail is around somewhere, she is truly delightful Aunt Morgana but my time is precious I would much rather a walk with Art then her."
"I understand, your father was to busy to spend a day with me. He truly does love you my darling."
"And I him, he is my protector."
"Those two are strange," Sir Cameroon said to the knights as Johnny helped him into his armor. "I have never seen a brother and sister so close before."
"They do seem like lovers," Sir Elyan agreed.
"Hush men, you've seen the way our King treats Art, as if he is nothing more then a bug below his boot. The boy is simply giving his all to the only one who shows him affection. He will settle down, find a nice girl and become King of Camelot. Of course he will always harbor a love for our beloved princess but he will be happy," Gwaine cut in, stomping out the conversation before it had even started, just in time too, as Art entered the room. The knights went silent at his arrival, but Art paid them no heed, to used to their behavior to be offended or suspicious.
"My Lord, you really shouldn't train today, your arm!" Joshua, Art's manservant, cried as he followed his prince into the room.
"Joshua, calm yourself, it is not my sword arm and Mathew said I could train so long as I am careful." The prince smiled at his young manservant. "You worry too much."
"This princess will not like this," Joshua fidgeted as he helped the prince into his armor.
"Emeline need stop worrying herself over such trivial things. While I train run off and assure her that I will be fine, then you can have a break till I finish. Go to the kitchens and converse with Lena, that ought to keep you occupied," Art said with a knowing grin.
"Yes Sir!" Mathew yelled enthusiastically as he ran from the room like a boy in love. Art shook his head as he continued to dress, not bothering to shout after the boy that he had not finished.
The training was grueling, Art was the best sword fighter in Camelot and a healing arm slowed him down none as he defeated knight after knight. The knights may not be too fond of their prince but on the battlefield they at least trusted him.
Sometime during the fights Emeline and Abigail had situated themselves on the sidelines. Abigail was sewing while Emeline watched her brother defeat yet another knight. She had just turned to her lady's maid to gush about her brother when she heard a cry of pain. Her eyes shot to her brother, growing wide with fear as he dropped his sword and staggered backward, clutching his left arm. He yelled for everyone to stay back as he struggled to free himself of the metal surrounding his hand. Emeline screamed when she saw the ugly burns that covered his hand.
"I'll get the King and Stephan!" Abigail yelled as she dropped her sewing and ran for the castle.
Magic crackled from her brother's fingertips, slinking around his fingers and up his arms like ribbon. Emeline couldn't help but sob as her brother ripped his armor from his body, leaving him in nothing but his breeches. The golden bands of magic coiled around his body, burning his skin. Art let out a roar of pain, screaming into the evening sky.
"Go to him."
Emeline jumped at the voice, flinging herself around only to find no one there.
"Go to him, you will heal him."
Emeline didn't know what it was, but there was something comforting about the voice that made her trust it. Without warning she ran to her brother, even as he yelled for her to stop. She grabbed hold of his hand, bringing her other up to cup his face.
Arthur ran into the courtyard with Morgana, Seth, Stephan, and Abigail behind him only to stop in his tracks. The knights had backed away from their prince and princess, shocked by what they saw. Emeline was standing in the middle of the field with Art on his knees in front of her. One of her hands was gently touching the side of his head while her other held his hand. She was glowing, emitting a golden light all her own, bathing his wounds in healing light and surrounding their bodies. As her light grew stronger, he visibly weakened, yet he seemed happy. Slowly she kneeled to the ground opened her arms. He fell into them just as her light disappeared.
Nobody said anything for a moment, time standing still as Emeline cradled her brother in her arms.
Suddenly her head snapped up, her eyes glowing red. When she spoke, it was not her voice that left her body.
"What have you done to my son!"
A/n Uh-oh whats going oooooon?
