Character/s: Morgana, Merlin, Arthur, Gwen
Summary: Something is following the four friends. Is it friend or foe?
Word Count: 647
Prompt: 634, No, stop!
Author's Notes: Continued from last week. Enjoy!
“Well, there’s one of him and four of us, so we should definitely confront him,” Arthur stated.
“Okay,” Morgana whispered. “On the count of three. One . . . two . . . three.”
The four friends turned around at the same time to confront whoever was behind them. Nearly as one they gasped and looked up. Several meters behind them, they saw an exceedingly tall man. He stopped where he was and looked back at them, though they couldn’t see his eyes.
“Okay, now say something,” Arthur whispered to Morgana.
“Why me?” she whispered back.
“Because this whole evening is all your fault!”
“Fine!” She took a step forward and raised her voice. “Hello, can we help you with something?”
The man said nothing, but pointed one long arm at Arthur.
“What, me?” Arthur said.
The tall man nodded. “Come with me.” His voice was deep, sonorous, and chilled the four friends to the bone.
Merlin took a step forward. “Why him?”
The man began walking forward again, his long strides quickly shrinking the space between them. “Must kill the King,” he said, still moving toward them.
Morgana and Merlin looked at each other. “We can’t let you do that,” Morgana said.
The man had almost reached them. “No, stop!” Merlin said. He threw out a hand as if to physically stop him. The others watched his eyes glow gold and the man was pushed back several meters.
“Wow, Merlin!” Gwen said. At the same time, the man growled and started running toward them. Merlin and Morgana pushed both their arms in front of them. “Astrice!” they yelled together.
The instant the spells hit the man, he exploded soundlessly into a million bits which dissolved midair. Nothing remained. They all stared at the space that once held the tall man. Or had it been a man at all? There was no way to tell now.
“Well, what now?” Arthur asked. “Should I start carrying a sword around? Though that would hardly work at school, or well, anywhere. I guess maybe one of you could magic up a sword that transforms into a pen, like Percy Jackson, that would be really—”
“Arthur, shut up,” Morgana said.
“Thank you,” Gwen sighed.
“What we do now,” Morgana started, “is we get Gwen and Merlin home. Quickly, before anything else can attack us.”
The four hastened their steps toward Gwen’s house and reached it safely. After making sure nothing unseemly was hiding in her house, Morgana rejoined Arthur and Merlin to walk to Merlin’s house.
Soon they stood in front of Merlin’s house. Arthur turned his back so the couple could share a quick hug and kiss. While still holding her, Merlin told her to be careful. She told him she would and they reluctantly parted. He went inside his house and Arthur and Morgana turned to walk home where they each said “goodnight” and went to their separate rooms.
Morgana walked carefully into hers, as if it might still be haunted by the mysterious Callieach. But nothing but knocked over possessions remained of their earlier experience. She picked up the spell book and put it under her bed again. Hopefully she’d sleep the rest of the night after all she’d gone through with her friends.
She woke in the morning and stretched before the events of the night before caught up to her. She sighed and rolled over, her mind suddenly thinking a million thoughts at once. Fortunately her phone rang at that moment, distracting her nicely. “Hello!”
“Morgana!” It was Merlin. “Are you ready to face the day?”
“Too bad. I’m coming over soon and I’m bringing Gwen. We should be—what is that?”
“What is what?” There was no answer. “Merlin? What’s going on?” No answer, but she could hear him talking in the background. There was a sudden scream and the phone cut off.