Title: The Lake
Pairing/s: Merlin/Morgana, Arthur/Gwen
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, Arthur
Summary: A strange sensation pulls Merlin back to the lake of Avalon.
Word Count: 732
Prompt: #258, Lovers Remember All (Artist Appreciation)
Author's Notes: :)
Merlin woke, not to the sound of his alarm clock, but to something more esoteric. It was a feeling, but not a feeling, more like a tug. It came from a source he hadn’t felt in centuries—external magic.
He quickly rose and began dressing. Whatever this was, it was pulling him somewhere and he knew he had to go. Maybe it was finally time . . . but no, how could he think that? Over a thousand years of waiting, hoping . . . But the source was uniquely magical. There had to be something to that.
As soon as his shoes were on, he picked up his keys, locked the door and left. After a few minutes, he knew where he was headed; there could be no mistake. He’d been there more times than he could count and knew the way well. The lake wasn’t far.
He walked through the woods that hid its shores. For some reason, no one had built close to it. He wondered if it had to do with the lake’s inherent magic, or if there was some odd folklore he wasn’t aware of. Either way, it meant he could always visit without interference from anyone, something he appreciated. Usually his emotions got the better of him while he was there.
Finally he reached the shore. Mists rose eerily in the moonlight and he stood for a moment, taking in the scene. This was definitely where he was supposed to be, and now he needed to figure out why. “Okay, I’m here,” he announced into the night.
But nothing out of the ordinary happened. Just the soft lapping of the water and nighttime animal sounds in the woods. He listened for a moment before sitting down to wait for whatever the magic had in store for him.
A few minutes later, he heard footsteps crunching lightly through the woods. He stood and turned to look behind him, holding up his hand. A slim form walked toward him and soon stepped through the trees a few meters away from him.
He recovered from his shock quickly to ask, “Morgana?”
“Merlin.” She chuckled softly. “I should have known it would bring you here too.”
“I—I . . . How? Why . . .?”
“As articulate as ever, I see.”
He lowered his hand. “But you’re alive.”
“Have been, for the past twenty or so years. But I only just remembered two nights ago.”
“You were reborn.”
He folded his arms. “So if you were reborn, maybe . . .”
“Arthur was too? There’s a good chance. That seems to be the way they are working things.”
“So maybe if we work together, we can find him? Is that what we’re supposed to do?”
She reached out and took his hand. “I think that could be it.”
They both turned to the woods as more footsteps sounded. They watched the progress of a form walking toward them. A man, instantly recognizable, stepped out into the moonlight.
“Arthur!” Merlin gasped. He stepped toward his long-lost friend, pulling Morgana with him.
Arthur looked up at them, wide-eyed. “Merlin! And Morgana? But what . . .? Why?”
“You’re here! That’s so amazing! How?”
“I . . . I remembered. All my life, I’d had these strange dreams of medieval life. Of being a knight, a prince. And you were in them, and Morgana . . . and Guinevere.” He paused a moment. “Do you think she’s alive too? Guinevere?”
“I think she is,” Morgana replied. “She’s a part of this too. We just have to find her. And we will, Arthur. We will.”
“Thank you, Morgana. Since you want to help me, I assume you’re not evil.”
“Oh that.” Morgana waved her hand. “I got over that a long time ago, in Avalon.”
“That’s a relief,” Merlin interjected.
“You . . .”
“Let’s leave it in the past, where it belongs, Morgana,” Merlin replied.
“Agreed. Now I think we have a lot of talking to do.”
“You’re right about that. Now I want to know how the two of you—” He was interrupted by a bubbling noise behind them. All three turned to the lake, which was now frothing madly.
“What the—?” Arthur started, but he was interrupted by a female form rising from the water.
“Freya!” Merlin said joyfully, and he ran down to the water’s edge.