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Dancing in the Night Sky

Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Dancing in the Night Sky
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: Contemplating his future the night before Merlin arrives at Camelot
Warnings: None
Word Count: 415
Prompt: Dance
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: I do not own the BBC version of Merlin; They and Shine do. I am very respectfully borrowing them with no intent to profit. No money has changed hands. No copyright infringement is intended.

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The smoke drifted upward, sparks wafting into the night sky. Above his head, the stars were brilliant, seemingly close enough to touch and Merlin leaned back, looking up at the scatter of colour and light spilling across the darkness.

Letting the forest's quiet seep into him, he sat there a while, trying not to think of the future. He watched as the embers dipped and whirled in their eager rush towards the stars. The pop of burning wood, the sway of trees whispering of soft summer nights, would have soothed him in other circumstances but this was his first time away from home and alone.

His mother had bundled him out of Ealdor, quickly, too quickly.

Once she'd found out that Will knew about Merlin's magic, there was no arguing against her. She'd told him that his going to Camelot was a wonderful opportunity, that Gaius would train him well, that he'd become something more than a dirt farmer. That no matter how great his gift, the village was too dangerous for him.

He knew she didn't really want him to go but the fear in her eyes was enough, more than words could ever say. All he could do was nod and gather up his things. 

With that, a kiss on his forehead that somehow felt like finality and she sent him on his way.

Now, he was alone, with nothing but a sky full of cold stars and an unknown future.

But as he lay there, trying not to let fear in, there was another sizzle and a sharp pop and more sparks flew up, twirling above him, mocking him, almost daring him.

He couldn't help it. Gathering up his magic, he pulled them into a light-filled picture of his mother smiling, gazing at him tenderly, so proud, so hopeful. As they twirled and dipped and danced around his head, his mother nodding acceptance, he felt better.

And when he let the embers finally float free into the night sky, he knew that he was no longer alone.

He had his magic.

Tomorrow he'd find a new place in Camelot, one where he could use his gifts for good, where he wouldn't have to hide anymore. His mother was right.

Tomorrow would be a new day and he was travelling toward a brighter future, one where he'd be able to gather up the sparks of his life and turn them into a brilliant dance.

Tomorrow would be the start of something magical.
Tags: *c:archaeologist_d, c:hunith, c:merlin, pt 057:dance., rating:g, type:drabble
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