Merlin sighed softly, ignoring the slither of rain as it made its way down his jumper and down his spine, as he trekked his way once again to the Lake, his spirits lower than they had been for quite some time. Though he had tried to assure himself that the Great Dragon was correct, Merlin found himself beginning to wonder whether Arthur would ever truly return to Camelot - whether his master and friend would ever truly live again.
So many years had passed; it was difficult to tell exactly how much time... but the years had passed, and Arthur's name had become a murmur of legend in the people's minds as they went about their daily lives. Sometimes, he thought about skipping a day - moving on with his life and forgetting Killgharah, and forgetting Arthur. But whenever he did, Merlin felt that same cold fear of Arthur returning to the land, unsure and alone... and back he would go, just to see, just to check.
Reaching the Lake, Merlin stopped for a moment, kneeling by the waterside and sighing softly, looking into the misty waters, thinking back into a time he could barely remember. "I wish you were with me, Freya," he said softly, with a sigh. "I wish..." he shook his head, cutting the thought off. There was no point, after all, in wishing the impossible.
Timeline: After Series 5 Location: The Lake of Avalon (Arthur's Final Resting Place) Tag: Freya
Freya had been with Merlin every day sense Arthur's death. She had watched the years go by with him, she had watched her beloved Merlin gain hope, then lose it as the days went by. It hurt her to see him like this, she wished more then anything to be able to comfort him. To let him know that he isn't alone, that he never will be. But it wasn't that easy, she had to wait for the right time to make herself known. And after years of waiting and willing, now was the time.
She concentrated for a second, willing her spirit to release its hold on the lake. A few seconds later she was standing on the shore behind Merlin, wearing the same dress she was wearing when she died. She'd probably change into something the suited the time better later. "I'm always with you Merlin." She smiled. "Someone had to look after you." She waited for Merlin to rise before rushing over to embrace him. Her skin felt cold to the touch, and looked a little pale, but other then that she hadn't aged a bit.
The last thing he had expected was to actually see Freya standing besides him, and yet, somehow, wonderfully, there indeed she was! Merlin's eyes widened, and he swallowed uncertainly past the thick lump that seemed to have appeared in his throat at the sight of the young woman. She looked just as he remembered her, and with shame, he wondered whether she was repulsed by him, as he stood there now.
"Freya," he whispered, reaching forward as though to touch her, biting his lip as he pulled away again. "This... you're truly here?" Tears threatened to fall, and the warlock gave a soft gasping breath in an attempt to keep them at bay. "Freya," he repeated, softly, wondrously.
Freya smiled reassuringly at Merlin. "Yes Merlin. I'm really here." She reached out to touch his cheek, to let him know she was actually here and not a figment of his imagination. She didn't care how he looked, all that mattered was that he was here, and so was she. But she was here for a reason, to make sure he doesn't give up hope that Arthur will rise again (for that day was coming quite soon) and to make sure he was ready for it. And that meant physically, as well as mentally.
She touched his other cheek with her free hand, and closed her eyes tapping into the power of the Lake of Avalon. She opened them again, and focused her eyes on Merlins. They flashed a shade of gold, casting a reverse aging spell on the recipient. It took most of her strength, and a little extra help from the lake, but it was worth it. She ran her thumb over his cheek bone, smiling lightly. Part one of her mission was complete, part two might take a little more time.
She sat down on a nearby boulder, already feeling exhausted. But she kept smiling at Merlin, more then happy to finally be here with him. After all these years, after all the time of having to watch the one she loved suffer the way he did. She finally got to be here with him, to comfort him, to be the one on the other end of that grin of his. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, dark circles already forming beneath her eyes.
Merlin closed his eyes at Freya's touch, trembling a bit under it, as he let out a soft breath, his voice stuttering as he spoke, quietly, crackling from lack of use. "I wished... so many times..." he whispered, struggling once again against the threat of tears.
He watched, fascinated, as she closed her eyes, obviously concentrating on something, before focusing her gaze back on him again. Her eyes flashed gold, and in that instant, Merlin felt a shiver of ... something pulse through his body. All of a sudden he felt the ache in his back fade, the tightness in his chest go.
His eyes widened as he watched Freya visably weaken before him, and reached into the backpack he carried with him, taking out a bottle of water and moving to Freya's side, offering her the water. "Why did you do that?" he asked, softly. It wasn't though he wasn't grateful, but surely there were better things, better reasons, to use the power of the Lake, and her own powers.
"Because you have to be ready for Arthur's return." She took the bottle of water, looking mildly confused before remembering what inventions the current time held. "Thank you." She smiled lightly at Merlin, unscrewing the top of the water and taking a sip. She decided that now would be a good time to change her appearance to fit the times more, before she used up all of her strength. Focusing her energy with the lakes, her image shimmered slightly, disappearing for a second before returning. Instead of the dress she appeared in, she was now wearing a dark blue sweatshirt over a light blue t-shirt, jeans, and tennashoes.
"I didn't want to seem... 'Strange'." She took another sip of water, her hands shaking slightly. She wouldn't be able to use any more magic for awhile, but she didn't mind. "Like you've probably already guessed, I'm here for a reason Merlin." She set down the bottle of water, and placed her hand on one of his. "Arthur will rise again soon, when the days are dark and evil is at its highest. Don't lose hope." Now that part two of her mission was complete, she could spend the rest of her time with Merlin. Without worrying about reciting the correct prophecy, or making sure he was ready. Now she could relax and enjoy herself.
Merlin frowned, more confused than ever, but decided to ignore what she'd said just for now, smiling a bit at her thanks, blinking as she changed her outfit, nodding at her reasoning. "It suits you," he said, shyly, not entirely sure how Freya would react to the compliment, but wanting to give it anyway.
His smile moved back into a confused frown, though, as Freya continued to explain, sitting up a bit at her words. "Wait... what?" his head was spinning - Arthur was going to come back? After all this time... suddenly the warlock felt extrodinarly guilty for ever doubting the Great Dragon, and the prophecy. When would he learn? He swallowed hard, biting his lip. "Can you... are you allowed to tell me more?" he asked softly. He desperately wanted to spend time with Freya, but after waiting so long, he couldn't accept a token of information and let it go without further explanation.
Freya blushed slightly at the compliment. She didn't know how to react to a compliment, so she just looked at her hands shyly. "I don't know what else I can tell you." She hugged her knees absently, trying to remember what else she could tell him without revealing too much. "Arthur won't be the only one to rise again. The others will as well." She wished she could be more specific for him, but thats all she knew. She didn't know who would rise, or when.. she just knew that they would and soon.
"I'm sorry Merlin, thats all I know." She frowned, frustrated that she didn't know any more of the prophecy, and afraid that she let Merlin down because of it. "I wish I could tell you more.."
Merlin smiled as he watched Freya blush, and then look at her hands, though the smile quickly went away again at her words. He sighed softly, his mind puzzling over her words, frustrated to be given so little information after so long -- but at least Freya was here now. He wasn't totally alone anymore.
He shook his head as he saw how Freya seemed to be picking up on his annoyance, and gently reached forward, taking her hands. "Don't be sorry," he said gently. "You've given me more hope than I've had in over a thousand years," he gave her a sweet smile. "And you're here. It's... more than I ever thought I could have." he bit his lip. "Will you be here for long?" he asked, suddenly terrified that he'd get used to her being about, and then the Lake would take her away again... he wasn't sure how well he'd cope with that.
She smiled shyly, in truth she didn't know how long she'd be allowed to be with Merlin. It could be days, even months, but it could also be merely minuets or hours. The lake worked liked that, it liked to keep its people guessing. Worrying was more like it. She wanted to spend the rest of her days here with Merlin, but when it was time to go she'd be devastated. She'd had more then enough people leave her in the past. And she'd left more people then she'd like to admit. She didn't know if she could take one more.
"I don't know..." She took her hands back, to hug her knees to her chest. "I don't want to go back." She knew she had to, she was the lady of the lake. A slave to its powers for all eternity. But she hated it there. It was peaceful, and reminded her of home.. But at the same time it was incredibly lonely. She couldn't talk to those she protected, she could only watch and hope that one day the lake would let her visit them. And perhaps let her stay. She let lose a sad sigh, that would never happen. It was too good to be true.
Merlin watched Freya with concern - she had always been shy, but now she seemed even more so. Almost... afraid, but he could be reading too much into things. He bit his lip as she confessed to not wanting to return to the Lake, and felt guilt stir in the pit of his stomach. "I'm sorry," he murmured softly. "If I could have saved you," he swallowed hard, a lump in his throat.
"We should make the most of the time we have together," he decided quietly. "Are you allowed to leave here, perhaps go somewhere? I have a home of my own we could go to for a little while, if you would like?"
"But you did save me.." She smiled warmly at him, feeling a little more comfortable around him. Not that she felt uncomfortable in his company, it just took awhile for her to get used to.. people. Even if that person was the one she loved, she was just incredibly shy. And afraid of getting hurt.
She glanced around the lakeside, her gaze staying on the lake for a few minuets. She didn't see why she couldn't leave the lake, she'd done it before when Merlin needed her help to get Camelot back. And she'd love to see more of the new age.. if thats what you called it. She looked back at Merlin, "I think I can, I'd love to." She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, hugging her arms a little. She felt a little uncomfortable outside of the lake, but she'd soon get over it. She'd have to.
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