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Post by youngwarlock on Nov 7, 2012 12:35:47 GMT -5
Series: 5 Set: After 'The Disir' Location: Lake of Avalon Time: Evening
The warlock stepped towards the large expanse of water ahead, pausing only when he reached the edge of the grassy banks surrounding the lake of Avalon. He watched the moonlight glimmer on its silently still surface, wondering what had brought him here to this familiar place. The mixture of frustration, anger and sorrow, still plagued him. He couldn't concentrate on anything except the heart wrenching mistake he had just made. He was causing Camelot's downfall, just like he had caused Morgana to play out the vision he had foreseen in the crystal cave. If the future was not set in stone then why did it continue unfolding each time he tried to stop it? The urge to sit back and do nothing was too great, but this too would no doubt cause events to happen. Merlin collapsed to the ground, his knees sinking into the wet grass beneath and his hands raised above his head, fingers clenching his hair tightly as he let out a half cry, half sob. There appeared to be no way to prevent the impending death being brought upon Arthur, moving closer to him by the day. But it was too soon. It was far too soon. There had to be a way to stop it, there just had to be. Merlin would not let his king die and certainly not at the hands of the druid. The warlock rocked back and forth slowly, helplessly, letting his arms fall to his sides as he lifted his face to the light of the moon, tears glistening in his eyes. He just wanted some sort of sign. Something to give him hope. Anything.... Please.... help me. [/center]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 5:34:18 GMT -5
Freya had been enjoying the quiet atmosphere that always seemed to surround the lake at night. To her it seemed even more magical as the moon shone brightly through the clouds that clustered around it. She paused at the sight of Merlin – delighted until she had seen the distressed, strained expression upon his face. She watched as he collapsed to the ground in a defeated fashion before she heard him cry out in despair. She walked closer as she watched his fingers clench as his dark hair with such a firm grip that she could see his knuckles turning white as he did so. She waited until he seemed to slump back, his arms fell loosely to his sides as she watched him look up like he was praying for something.
“Merlin….?” She shrank beside him on her knees, placing a gentle, timid but comforting arm around the warlock. She didn’t want to make him jump. “What ever is the matter?” she probed softly, taking his hand in her own.
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Post by youngwarlock on Nov 15, 2012 11:07:11 GMT -5
She came to him like the most subtle of breezes on a calm wind, her voice nothing more than a distant echo, flowing through his subconscious mind as though it were a part of it, her words entangled with his grief stricken thoughts. He could sense her presence, just as he could sense the life in every element around him, every tree, every insect, every blade of crumpled grass beneath his knees. A sudden coldness enveloped Merlin in that moment, making him shudder visibly. Time itself seemed to slow down as he became more aware of everything. His senses were heightened, ignited by the magic flowing freely within him. The whole area seemed to spark up with the most vibrant energy in that small moment and it caught his attention, briefly pulling his mind away from the destruction he had brought upon the kingdom.
Blinking, he stared up into the moonlight expectantly, tears stinging his eyes, forcing him to reach up and brush them away with the back of his sleeve. It wasn't until he opened his eyes again however, that he found himself staring down at the soft hand gently grasping his own. Everything seemed to become silent in that instant. It was then, within that short moment of realising just how much he needed her to be here, that he began to feel the warmth and comfort she had brought to him.
"Freya" he whispered, afraid that his mind might be playing tricks on him as he slowly lifted his gaze to find her there, kneeling right beside him. She was here, the only girl he had ever loved and then lost so long ago, and she was every bit as beautiful as ever. His fingers gently tightened their grasp on her hand, just to make sure she was real. "How...." he began, giving her a questioning shake of his head as his gaze settled on hers, never leaving for fear that she might disappear into the darkness.
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