… ten months. I have no words to apologize with, except maybe 100? Set right at the end of "The Lady of the Lake".
Drabble 10 - Midnight's Curse
Merlin sat there, watching Freya's body burn ten meters offshore. He sat there as the boat sank, taking Freya's ashes with it. Merlin sat there, knowing he'd likely never see the girl he loved again. Merlin sat there, refusing to abandon his vigil. Merlin finally stood as night fell, making his way back to Camelot. Drawing closer, he could hear chiming. One, two, three, four… Chimes called out twelve times, all falling silent at the end, as silent as Merlin's tears. He shouldn't be surprised.
After all, such was the curse of the witching hour - for all to fall silent.
Clearly, Poe has been getting to me. I apologize for the dreariness. Maybe I'll write something happier next time.