Yeah, I guess it's kind of a bit longer than a drabble, but it's still under 500 words, which makes it drabble-ish enough for me. *hehe*
So sorry it's taking me so long to update...well...anything. But I do have a reasonable excuse; my laptop is sick. As in, repeats the opening sequence over and over and over and over and over and infinity sick. Therefore, drabbles are a good job for me at the moment. I don't think I'm even supposed to be on the main desktop right now...(*makes mental note to learn to type quieter*).
This is for The Labyrinth of Gedref, because I read way too much into that vaguely alarmed look he got right before he dashed out to the shore where Merlin was...
Guiding Light
It was like a sharp stab, though not physical, certainly, and barely more than a slight twinge, striking him suddenly and seemingly without reason.
He had determined within himself that he would not panic, no matter what sort of evils he came upon or how desperate he felt. He would not rush, or flee, or run. He would remain calm and in control, taking his own time to traverse the Labyrinth of Gedref and unflinching in his resolve to do just this.
Then, he had felt it—this odd, inexplicable intuition like nothing he had felt before. So very vague it was, he could not even determine whether this new feeling pierced his heart or his mind. It was not the same instinct which rushed through him when he or another was in a mortal danger (for he had been in quite enough of that to know precisely how it felt); nor was it the same, faint sensation which stirred in him when Morgana or someone else for whom he cared was ill or unhappy.
It pricked someplace in between the two, he thought—an isolated piece of his soul where something entirely new and indefinable had seemingly taken up residence without his even noticing before now. It was something tiny, he felt, very gentle and fragile, like a minute pinpoint of light…
…a blaze of purple…
He shook his head as this ridiculous thought pushed its way to the forefront of his mind, and suddenly realized, against all his mental preparation, he was running.
It was leading him. He could feel it. This strange instinct, this purple light, was leading him from within through the Labyrinth.
He stepped onto a shore, and when his eyes fell upon the gentle and fragile-looking figure poised at the table, seated before two cups and under the heavy gaze of the mysterious sorcerer who had brought him here, the feeling vanished and was forgotten.
It was not until years after, when the fleeting, purple blaze had increased and thrived into a never-ending orb within him and its source had become his most treasured ally in all things, that the King of Camelot thought back to those few moments and laughed at his own blindness.
Even when the both of them had least known it, Merlin had been his guiding light.
Fin
Two things.
One: My teacher and I can't decide whether or not King is supposed to be capitalized, because it seems in my schoolwork that the word "king" is always capital when referring to the King of England (er...Albion. Whatever.). Help?
Two: Due to the fact that my laptop is being...stressful...and the new Merlin series is making me insane with impatience, I would like to take this time to say that, if you're not one of those paranoid people, I'd be glad to share my cell number with you if you let me know in a review or PM. :) I like to text, and I think it would be fun to have a little "web" of us together to update one another on fanfics, episode news, etc. It's not a requirement or anything; just an idea. :)