Chapter Ten- The Baby.
I do not own Merlin.
Morgana dropped to the ground panting. What the hell was that? She felt nauseous and the forest spun around her. Colours and voices came from nowhere, pushing at her. She closed her eyes but, the images were behind her eyes too, begging for attention. It was almost like… "Morgana!" Gwen's voice cut through like a knife.
The seer rose to her feet, cold green eyes meeting with worried brown ones. Gwen was leaning against a tree, the baby held in her arms. They were surrounded by unfamiliar trees. Rushing water was heard in the distance. "Where's Arthur and Ebony?" The servant asked, full of concern.
Against her will, Morgana also became worried. She had told Arthur to run! If she had felt intimidated by that freak, the prince wouldn't have a chance. The baby, sensing the two women's distress began to cry out. Gwen shushed the child and began to rock it. Suddenly a sound they had all heard since arriving became louder. Leaves crunched as Ebony came into view, wielding a stringed instrument. "Look, I found where the music was coming from!" She announced, grinning ear to ear. "Any requests?"
"Yeah, shut up." Arthur suggested.
Ebony frowned and stuck her tongue out childishly. Gwen pushed the child into Morgana's arms and bear-hugged Arthur. He blinked in surprise. They quickly pulled away from each other blushing.
"Hey," The 'she warlock' mumbled, her eyes to the trees. "Is there something going on between those two?"
"Definitely, I've seen them kiss." A voice answered her.
Sitting lazily on a branch, was the cat-not-Merlin. "Not me specifically but, there was a sighting." Pulling two flowers out of nowhere, he pressed their heads together. As if to mime the kiss.
Arthur blushed furiously and glared up at the smiling man. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Next time you sneak into an 'empty' room… make sure nobody's trapped in the closet." He advised.
"Trapped in the closet? How did that even happen?" Gwen asked.
"Long story. You'ed better go and deliver the small one, to the sightly less small one." Suddenly his expression changed and he jumped from the tree.
Landing without a sound he strode over to Morgana. He pressed his hand against her forehead. His eyes stared into hers, searching for something. "Are you okay?"
If Morgana was honest she would say, she didn't know. Her head had been aching, until they had made contact. Instead she fixed him with a cold glare. "I'm fine." She pushed away his hand.
Cat-not-Merlin pouted, turning away from her, tail slashing through the air. He pointed off into the distance. "Go that way and you will find what you're looking for."
Hunith wept silently, rocking back and forth in the candlelight. She was facing every mother's worst nightmare. But she dare not leave the village, it was impossible. No one cared about her loss.
There was a tap at the door. Soft and gentle, like the knocker was unsure of themselves. Hunith rubbed her eyes and rose. Her door creaked open. A young girl, about four, stood there. Her arm bore a druids mark and her curly brown hair framed her face. In her arms was… "My son!" Hunith gasped, snatching her sleeping firstborn into her arms. "Oh, thank you."
"That woman won't bother you anymore." The little girl said. "Your child resisted her. He is very powerful and seems to enjoy fire. My camp will offer him refuge."
The mother frowned. "What do you mean refuge?"
"To nurture him and train him. There is a great destiny ahead of him."
She hugged him closer. "I will raise him. Merlin stays with me. We all stay together."
The girl stared up in wonder. "Is that his name, Merlin?" She took his hand and shook it. "Pleased to meet you Merlin, my name is Freya. I hope we meet again."
And with that she was gone. A baby began to cry.
The directions were accurate and they soon arrived at the table. Well, what was left of the table. The whole thing had been flipped on it's side. Plates and bowls were smashed into pieces. The blindfolded-not-Merlin sat calmly on a chair, eating a strawberry.
A blue door was growing out of a nearby tree. "The baby." He whispered.
Morgana stalked forward and placed the bundle in the boy's arms. The door clicked open. The cloth holding the infant began to rip. Everyone gasped. At some point during their journey, the baby had transformed into a… dragon! Blindfolded-child-not-Merlin, stood on his chair. He held the baby dragon dramatically over his head. "Baby."
Ebony placed her hand on Arthur's shoulder, making him jerk away. "Let's not question the logic." She smiled. "Besides, it's cute!"
Arthur, Gwen and Ebony headed towards the door. Morgana however hesitated, looking around. "Where are the other two?" She asked, the boy.
"Gone."
"Gone where?" She snapped.
The baby dragon had latched onto his back, making it look like he had dragon wings. Despite his blindfold, Morgana felt like he was staring at her.
"Gone." He repeated.
I felt like I needed to explain how Hunith got Merlin back. That was the best I come up with. Hooray for people who don't plan ahead!
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