Author's Note: Here's the next installation of The People of Camelot and my first attempt in trying my hand at drabbles. Not sure what I mean with this one. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, who belongs to BBC. So does Arthur.
The People of Camelot
A Merlin Fanfiction
Chapter Three: Lightning
The night sky is cleaved in two by a sudden flash of brightness. Looking out at the courtyard, Arthur can see Merlin standing out by the pine tree, face upturned to the rain, arms up and out like he's embracing the lightning. Arthur shifts slightly in his chair, rubbing together cold fingers in the pocket of his trousers. He's never figured out how Merlin can stand out there for hours without catching cold. But now, looking out at that raw power from the sky, he thinks he might just understand. Power is addicting, even to the least ambitious of people.
