Title: The North Wind (Ch. 5)
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 existence back to his village.
Word Count: 500
Prompt: #295: Renewal
Author's Notes: Previous chapters HERE.
A tight-lipped silence followed the Guardian's request. Both remained idle, gazing at each other, Arthur didn't know where to begin.
When he'd made the decision to travel far up north and venture into the Valley he'd been in part blinded by pride. But, deep down he knew he did it for his family. Morgana saw his journey as the folly of a stubborn young man, full of bravado and ready to conquer the world. He'd done nothing to prove her wrong. She'd always managed to see through his lies.
"Take your time," the Guardian said, he sounded sincere. He gestured behind Arthur with his hand. Arthur turned his head, his brows furrowed. There was nothing there.
The ground beneath them rumbled, the icy surface cracked, one long, spindly fracture. Arthur jumped out of the way before it could reach him. From it, a smooth, fine seat materialized. Arthur stepped closer, touched the back.
"You can sit," the Guardian said. "I promise it's like every chair you're come across."
Arthur shook his head, testing the seat. It was as comfortable as the snowy bed. "It's not. I don't often sit on thrones of ice."
The Guardian chuckled low caming closer to him, producing a chair of own and sitting down. With a wave of his hand a crackling fire burst between them. It was a pale violet colour and azure right in the middle, it flickered bright. Unable to stop himself Arthur reached his hand out, the flames licked his fingertips tickling them, the fire was hot but it didn't burn. It only spread warmth. The cave's gelid structure was abnormally— cozy.
It was a wonder.
"You— You are not just a Guardian," Arthur said, his head tilted to the side, eyes steady on the Guardian. "You can manipulate fire. Are you—"
"This was about you, not me." the Guardian said firmly cutting him off. "I'm still waiting."
Arthur sobered up, he wanted answers too, but thought best not to press his luck. "You are right. I don't intend to break a promise to a God."
The Guardian looked uncomfortable. Arthur was starting to enjoy keeping him waiting.
Finally he said, "I've come here to gaing the favour of the Gods."
"For my sister. And now I've found you. You're real. I know you've already help me, but please, I need to ask you for something else. I promise I'll give you another token of worship, we could even build you a shrine," Arthur said, begging inside him the Guardian listened to his plea. It didn't matter if he had to renew his vows of worship and forever leave offerings for him. Arthur had realized long ago he couldn't do this on his own.
The Guardian stared at him with narrowed-eyes.