Just got back from a week in Québec with my school. It was so cold! At least all my fingers survived, otherwise you might not get any more chapters! ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin
Name
From the moment that Freya had learned Merlin's name, she had found it special. Not every mother would name their child something so different and unique and Freya found that it suited him, with his cheerful attitude to life that was rare to see.
On those nights when Merlin was away and before she transformed into a Bastet she would let his name roll off her tongue and fill the silence of tunnels. It was something that kept her grounded, even under the influence of the beast inside her. Before she would sometimes play with her victims until they begged for her to stop and then she would kill them. Now she got it over and done with as quickly as possible and spare them anymore pain because in the part of her mind where she was still human a thought couldn't be silenced.
What would Merlin think?
It was enough to make her feel even guiltier about her actions and it made the tears that she shed later come faster and thicker.
When Freya felt the first piercing of the nerves in her arm and the metal slicing through flesh, she knew that she was gone. She wasn't going to live for much longer.
The Bastet part of her suddenly grew wild as it realized that it was trapped and injured by these soldiers and that they were going to kill her. Freya tried to stop herself but before she knew it, the beast was already to pounce and vanquish them all, especially the tall blond one who had injured her in the first place.
She glanced up to judge the distance and found herself gazing in to Merlin's tear filled eyes. It stopped her immediately and Freya felt the beast relenting at Merlin's appearance, and instead of attacking, lifted its wings and flew away.
Her memory lapsed after that, and Freya couldn't remember much about what had happened. She must have fallen asleep, because when she next opened her tired eyes, Freya noticed that everything was brighter and that the sky was visible through the leaves of the trees.
Something wet fell on her forehead and began to slide down her face, towards her left ear. A finger gently swept it away.
"Merlin…" The ending was barely audible, but Freya knew that he'd heard her. He gently shifted her in his arms, and a pain that she hadn't realized was there, burnt up her arm. Merlin must have noticed the grimace on her face, because he immediately began to apologize for things that he'd had no power over. Freya tuned out of his words, only paying attention to his voice and how the emotion made it go up and how beautiful it all sounded along with the singing of the birds and the water lapping at the shore. Eventually she managed to persuade him to stop talking by promising that she would help him someday, as payment for all he had done for her. And just as the darkness that had been prowling around the edges of her vision began to cover her with a cloak of blackness, she whispered a last word.
"Merlin…"
This is my first ficlet and I must say that they are really hard to write! I have to keep them between 100 and 1000 words and they generally either get longer or shorter.
Anyway, please leave a review and tell me whether you liked it or not!
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