The Water
There was a cool crisp in the air, making everything feel fresh and the sun's rays reflected gold flickers on deep gray blue ripples of the lake. Merlin reflected as well on the one who rested beneath the waters.
He never had forgotten Freya. She was, he believed, his first love. How he loved her- fast and hard, with all sense gone. So willing he was to leave everything behind and make a life with her, having his destiny to wait.
Destiny, it seemed, dragged him back on the path, so he never deterred from it again.
Still, he made it a point to visit the lake, visit Freya, once a year, every year.
He usually went alone, but not this year. His companion had wandered off though.
Merlin's eyes searched the area for the wondering companion, and quickly saw a figure near the coastline. It was a little girl, crouching over the water as she stood so near to the edge.
He ran over to her, "Vivianne."
Vivianne kept her studious gaze on the water, taking no notice of Merlin flop to the ground next to her.
"What are you doing?" Merlin asked.
The small girl broke out of her reverie a bit, "Learning Da."
"Learning what love?"
"How to talk to water, ask it what to do," Vivianne then held out her small hand, stretching out her fingers.
"Talk to water?" Merlin quipped in an amused tone, smiled as Vivianne nodded enthusiastically in reply.
But Merlin did not take it lightly. He had planned to educate his daughter in magic when she was older, much older. But she was like him, showing signs of magic early and Morgana's blasted intervening did not help. He was cautious in her training, making sure they did not take things too fast or too much for her to handle, and made sure she was supervised at all times.
"Vivi," Merlin said the pet name warily (Funny, he wanted to name her after his mother or a flower of sorts, but Nivian was adamant that they give their girl her name), "Are you listening to the water all by yourself?"
"I have a teacher." Vivianne's eyes squinted in concentration.
"A teacher?"
"Yes Da," Vivianne answered, "She's really nice. She's teaching me all about water talk and listening. She says I'm doing good."
It was then a circle of ripples came on the water's surface and instead of going out, they went into a single point in the middle. The middle then lumped together and grew, until a large water drop popped out and it steadily floated above.
"I did it Da! I did it!"
Vivianne whipped her head to him, her black hair flying and her mouth grinning widely. Merlin saw her eyes were flashing a lighting hotwhite before returning to the usually deep blue.
Now he was really worried.
"Who is your teacher Vivianne?"
Vivianne was oblivious to her father's troubled face yet replied, "Her name is Freya."
The water drop then twinkled and Merlin knew he heard his name by a voice he had not heard in long time.