Title: The North Wind
Pairing/s: Arthur/Merlin (eventually)
Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: The Valley of Lights was a mythical place, home to Gods and magic. Arthur Pendragon vowed he'd find the glacier of the North Wind, and bring proof of its existance back to his village.
Word Count: 350
Prompt: #291: let it snow
Author's Notes: So, I guess this is part one, lol.
It was madness Morgana had said when Arthur spoke of his journey to the lands of ice. There was a wobble on her voice she tried to mask with cool detachment, but her eyes had darkened with a sadness Arthur chose to ignore.
She worried Arthur wouldn't be able to find his way back to them, to her. That he'd be lost to an unknown fate. It was easy to stray from the road, to wander and succumb to cold and fear between the slopes and mountains. To fall prey to the snowy mirage ahead.
Arthur had promised his sister he'd come back. Morgana had sent him off with a blessing and an amulet she put around his neck for protection. Knowing she couldn't change his mind, for he was far too proud to back down.
He'd make it. They had always been survivors.
Snow stretched all around him, ice crystals fell from the sky. It was vast and bewitching. A blue-white immensity lined with icy pine trees. During the day, walking was arduous and tiring. An overnight blizzard made the snow on the ground thicker. His feet sank with every step, the snow coming up above his ankles. In those conditions the terrain could be dangerous. Still, he wouldn't give up. He'd already made it that far.
A part of him was getting used to life out in the open, having elks as companions and sleeping on caves and tunnels he found and protected him from the inclement weather.
"What do you think? Shall we continue or do we stop?" Arthur wondered out loud, the wind drowning his voice.
A red fox with deep golden eyes stalked forward and Arthur supposed that was his cue to follow.
Days ago he'd found it on the prowl, Arthur had shared his provisions with him. It didn't left. They both worked on instinct, on knowledge of the wild. He was sure they were still following north.
He rubbed his hands together and brought them close to his face to blow his hot breath on them trying to warm them up. The cold had begun to slip through the gloves. It was good fortune he hadn't suffered from frostbite yet.
Nighttime was fast approching when Arthur had to stop, his clothes were wet, his feet ached and his side hurt from exertion. The fox walked a circle around him before settling close to him. Arthur smiled despite the conditions. They'd stopped by a shore. Snowy mountains and lush trees on either side of the river, the thick blanket of snow he stood on was endless.
Above him the sky was navy and bright with little dots, silver stars that guided travelers like himself. He rubbed his eyes and stared up at the firmament, breathing in the chilly air. Green and purple lights shone bright illuminating his path. They danced above them, mixing and caressing stars. Arthur took a moment to admire the lights. Bathing him in their luminosity.
He'd finally reached the Valley of Lights.