Fic: Haunted
Author: 
gilli_ann
Title: Haunted
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, OOC
Summary: They say the castle is haunted. You discover that it's true.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 250
Prompt: 423 Merlin by Moonlight
Author's Notes: My first 2nd person POV fic, ever!
Haunted
They say there's a ghost haunting the ancient castle ruin. People are afraid and stay away.
Yet sometimes, on one of those autumn nights when restless spirits are supposed to be roaming, some foolhardy young person like yourself will enter the place on a dare.
The full moon shines its cold light into the rubble-strewn courtyard. And there he is; a young man with very pale skin and dark hair. A bright flash of crimson at his throat might be the life-blood from a severed artery, but proves to be nothing worse than a neckerchief.
Can this truly be a ghost? He looks real, substantial, and infinitely sad, although the moonlight and shadows may be playing tricks on you.
"You shouldn't be here," he tells you, a curiously old-fashioned tilt to his rusty words. "This castle belongs to my most beloved king and awaits his return. Leave!"
"Who... who are you? Who were you?" you ask him, heart in your throat.
"Leave!" he repeats, and proves that he must indeed be a ghost, for his eyes suddenly glow, just as something - someone - grabs you. Invisible hands are frogmarching you backwards.
It's too much. You turn and run, jumping the fallen stone lintel at the gate, your heart beating wildly in your chest.
"It's all true," you tell your friends after your narrow escape, "there really is a powerful presence there. A young man's ghost guards the castle for some long-ago king, and he does appear by moonlight."
gilli_annTitle: Haunted
Rating: G
Pairing/s: Merlin/Arthur
Character/s: Merlin, OOC
Summary: They say the castle is haunted. You discover that it's true.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 250
Prompt: 423 Merlin by Moonlight
Author's Notes: My first 2nd person POV fic, ever!
Haunted
They say there's a ghost haunting the ancient castle ruin. People are afraid and stay away.
Yet sometimes, on one of those autumn nights when restless spirits are supposed to be roaming, some foolhardy young person like yourself will enter the place on a dare.
The full moon shines its cold light into the rubble-strewn courtyard. And there he is; a young man with very pale skin and dark hair. A bright flash of crimson at his throat might be the life-blood from a severed artery, but proves to be nothing worse than a neckerchief.
Can this truly be a ghost? He looks real, substantial, and infinitely sad, although the moonlight and shadows may be playing tricks on you.
"You shouldn't be here," he tells you, a curiously old-fashioned tilt to his rusty words. "This castle belongs to my most beloved king and awaits his return. Leave!"
"Who... who are you? Who were you?" you ask him, heart in your throat.
"Leave!" he repeats, and proves that he must indeed be a ghost, for his eyes suddenly glow, just as something - someone - grabs you. Invisible hands are frogmarching you backwards.
It's too much. You turn and run, jumping the fallen stone lintel at the gate, your heart beating wildly in your chest.
"It's all true," you tell your friends after your narrow escape, "there really is a powerful presence there. A young man's ghost guards the castle for some long-ago king, and he does appear by moonlight."