Title: Call Me Kilgharrah
Character/s: Merlin, Kilgharrah
Summary: Merlin heads up to clean the Pendragons' attic and finds something amazing.
Word Count: 620
Prompt: 324, Entangle, Courage, Attic
Author's Notes: :)
Merlin looked up at the stairs to the attic. He wasn’t thrilled to be going up to clean it, but the only other alternative was to be entangled in some scheme of Arthur’s that he had no courage for. Well, there was nothing for it. He reached up to the rope and pulled the staircase down.
He coughed and hacked as a wave of dust came down with it. Groaning, he walked carefully up the stairs into the attic proper. Thank goodness it wasn’t a huge one, but it was still well-stocked with various large and small objects, some covered in dirty white sheets. Good thing he’d brought plenty of garbage bags because there was plenty of junk.
He started with piles of old newspapers and magazines, then the old glass bottles that seemed to be everywhere. These would end up in recycling. He then moved on to obviously broken objects, lamps here and there, old toys and the like. Suddenly he sensed something behind him and turned around to find the family cat.
“Oh, it’s just you,” he said.
“Just me?” The cat replied. “I’ve been trying to get you alone for years.”
Merlin yelled and jumped back. “Y-you can talk.”
The cat yawned. “Thanks for pointing out the obvious. You can call me Kilgharrah.”
“I always wondered why they called you Killy. Such an odd name.”
“And ‘Merlin’ is so much better, hmm? Anyway, I need to get to the point rather quickly so I’m not missed.”
“I can’t believe I’m talking to a cat!”
“Calm down, if you would, please. I have important information regarding your destiny.”
“Yes. Together you and the young Pendragon will restore magic and peace to the land.”
“Arthur and I? You can’t be serious. Besides, there’s no such thing as magic.”
Killy rolled his eyes. “I am serious. Hold out your hand, with the pal up, and say ‘forbaerne.’”
“And why should I do that?”
“To prove that magic exists. Just do it.”
Merlin held out his hand with his palm up and said, “Forbaerne.” A small flame sprang up from the middle of his hand. He yelped and started waving it around. “Help, my hand’s on fire!”
“Quiet, you idiot! You’ll bring them running. They can’t know yet. Just close your hand and it’ll go out.” Merlin did so. “Now, did you notice that you didn’t burn your hand?” Merlin nodded. “That’s because you have magic.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Well you’d better, because you’re going to have to explain all of this to Arthur. Eventually. When I’m done teaching you. Now, keep cleaning and I’ll teach you the best I can.”
Kilgharrah jumped up on top of a covered sofa and began explaining all about Merlin and Arthur’s past lives, as THE Merlin and Arthur of legend. Merlin didn’t want to believe it at first, but he gradually came around to the cat’s way of thinking. Especially as he so obviously did have magic.
When it was evening, Killy stopped. “Now you’re not going to have this attic cleaned in one day, so come up here again next Saturday and I’ll teach you more.”
“Well, of course I can’t quit this before I’m done. The Pendragons are paying me to do this.”
“Good for them. I’ll see you next week.” Kilgharrah jumped off the couch to the floor, and walked out of the room, his tail in the air.
Merlin’s head was spinning after everything the cat had told him, but as he tied up the trash bags and prepared to carry them downstairs, he began thinking. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad, working with Arthur to save the world. With his magic, it could even be fun.