Title: The North Wind (Ch. 7)
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: 527
Author's Notes: It's been a while...
Sunlight peaked in through cracks in the ice, it was soft, caressing the icy wall, almost white looking when Arthur noticed it was finally morning. He'd had a rough night, barely slept thinking about Morgana waiting for him, probably worried, wondering if he'd keep his promise to her.
And then thinking of Merlin who was everything he wasn't expecting. All the tales he heard growing up painted beings like him as mysterious, reserved, isolated from the human world, looking on. But then--
Last night Merlin smiled, offered his name and Arthur had been lost. He wasn't the frosty character their first meeting had him believing.
Arthur couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but there was something about him that had Arthur's thoughts running amok. They made little sense.
He did wondered if now that he knew Arthur had a sister he'd use the information against him. Despite their protective nature, you couldn't trust them with blind eyes.
When she was younger Morgana used to carry a book of ancient tales Alice gave her everywhere she went, more than once Artur had to pry the book away from her hands, careful not to wake her, he'd sit on the chair in her room and read through the pages. They told tales of sorrow and love, of fate pulling the strings. There were lovers turned into stars, flowers, and rain, lovers scorned, lovers loved and lost. Remebered for all eternity. Only because they'd loved something bright so much.
Arthur remembered those tales now more than ever.
He jumped at the sound of Merlin's voice, echoing on the walls, he was getting closer. His shadow was on the frost was the imposing, fear-inducing figure he was supposed to be. A wild thumping in Arthur's chest had him wringing his hands, Merlin, when he finally came to view was the same as Arthur had last seen him. Relaxed, aloof, and there was a possibility he had smiled for the briefest of moments.
Perplexed by him once more Arthur uttered the first thing that came to his mind, he asked, "How old are you? Is it millennia?"
Merlin's face did this thing where it was stuck between gape and a frown, Arthur was almost sure he was about to be thrown out onto the snow.
"I fail to see how that is relevant to any of this, I'm here to help you, not provide you with my life story," Merlin said leaving no room for protests.
Arthur took a moment to process what he'd just heard. "Did you-- Are you-- You'll help me?"
As an answer Merlin threw a small sack and a cape in Arthur's directions. He knew better than to ask where they'd come from. Merlin might not be one of those temperamental Gods, but he did have a sharp tongue.
Inside the sack there were some fruits and bread, his stomach rumbled at the sight, he bit down on an apple, it was sweet and juicy. Better than any other apple he'd tasted. The cape was warmer than his, made of better material. The bone-chilling cold would't defeat him as fast.
"Thank you," he said between bites.
Merlin nodded, turned around, said, " Get ready. We'll leave today."