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01 May 2012 @ 07:55 pm
Sender of Storms  
Author: luxorien
Title: Sender of Storms
Rating: G
Pairing/s: None
Summary: Sometimes problems just step aside when Merlin's around.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 630
Prompt: #4 (Surrender)

The blasting gale drove their eyes downward, so that the knights did not see the wind-sculpted drift until they were about to plow through it. Arthur halted abruptly when he realized that the whiteness in front of him was solid. He didn't have time to wonder how they would continue up the steep mountain path, because the snow erupted, sending down a cascade of icy powder as a great shape rose up to block their way.

It was a dragon. That simple, inexplicable thought drove his sword from its scabbard, even as his jaw dropped before the sinuous, jeweled beauty of it. He had never seen a creature so large move so quickly, scales flashing a brilliant silver-blue through the storm. It opened its serrated mouth, and he prayed for a fortunate strike before those shining teeth spilled his guts out onto the snow.

“Stop!”

Arthur wondered if he looked as comically surprised as the dragon did when Merlin threw himself between them, as though his outstretched arms could keep the monster at bay. His brow furrowed when he realized that his manservant was just as interested in keeping Arthur from harming the dragon as he was in keeping the dragon from harming Arthur. He had the same look Sir Orfeo wore every solstice, when his twin boys crawled into their cups and came out brawling.

The beast, for its part, regarded Merlin with a curiously human expression of baffled indignation. It was a strange sight: the great maw and the razor teeth looked odd without the bestial snarl. Then it did something even stranger.

It spoke.

“Do not presume to command me. I am a daughter of sky and storm. I bend no wing to the lords of flame.”

“I'm not commanding, I'm asking. Can't we talk about this first?”

“Talk!” Arthur hadn't meant the word to come out with such a, well, squeak. He desperately lowered his pitch. “With a great bloody dragon?!”

“Arthur,” Merlin murmured from the corner of his mouth. “Shut up.”

The reptilian eyes narrowed, the head shifting slightly to train on Arthur. “Your realm ends here, ever-king.”

“We are not the first to reach your border.” Merlin's voice carried over the wind with a firm confidence, as though he conversed with enormous magical creatures every day. “There was an old man ahead of us. He fled Camelot with a dangerous artifact. The Heart of Gyssa.”

“No craft of men can touch the Lailaphet,” the dragon replied with a snarling sneer.

At first, Arthur didn't think Merlin would respond. He stood in the roiling snow for several breaths, and when he spoke, there was a shadow on his words, as though the wind spoke with him. “Drakontites it is called in your tongue.”

At this, the creature snapped its neck down to peer at Merlin with a frightening, predatory gaze. They held this pose, and Arthur tightened his grip on his weapon, certain that it would be needed.

With a bone-jarring grinding of claw on stone, the silvery creature retreated down the mountainside, clinging to the nearly sheer cliff with spider-like dexterity. The long neck arched down respectfully, surrendering the path to the small group of bedraggled men and horses.

Merlin turned back and snatched his mount's reins, briskly urging the skittish beast past the dragon. “Are you coming?” he asked over his shoulder.

Arthur was still holding his sword. He looked at it. The dragon crouched below them, silent and submissive. Merlin had fallen face-first into the snow a few yards ahead, his horse snorting and sidestepping. The gaze of the knights was a heat at Arthur's back. He raised his blade and pointed it like an accusing finger.

“Merlin!”
 
 
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Luxorien: delicious arthurluxorien on May 2nd, 2012 01:14 am (UTC)
Thanks! No current plans to continue. I have some ideas about why they might be in sky dragon territory and how all that might turn out, but I doubt I'll ever get around to writing it. So many bunnies...and I write slower than an octogenarian on valium.
Deborah Henning-Huff: Dragon's Eyehogwartsvixxxen on May 2nd, 2012 01:25 am (UTC)
*hugs* OHMY This was awesome, I love dragons and the imagery here is amazing.
I loved the words and Merlin and the dragon talking. Well done ♥
Luxorien: delicious arthurluxorien on May 2nd, 2012 08:55 am (UTC)
Dragons are the best. :D Thanks for the kind words.
Deborah Henning-Huff: Blue Dragonhogwartsvixxxen on May 2nd, 2012 12:45 pm (UTC)
Yes they are. You're welcome ♥ :) *hugs*
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Luxorien: delicious arthurluxorien on May 2nd, 2012 08:58 am (UTC)
Thanks for the kind words, and the plot bunny you just gave me. xD

(I'm imagining Merlin pulling a Hagrid: "It's a MONSTER, Merlin!" "Who's a big sweetie?!")
Yennyyenny2206 on May 2nd, 2012 01:50 am (UTC)
Me likes!! I would like to see more in this verse :)
Luxorien: delicious arthurluxorien on May 2nd, 2012 08:59 am (UTC)
Glad you like. Guess I'll see what comes to mind for the next prompt.
Terrifyingly Friendly: Kilgharrah talks to Merlinjelazakazone on May 2nd, 2012 02:38 am (UTC)
*claps hands* Yes, this is how I would love to see a magic reveal happen:)
Luxorien: delicious arthurluxorien on May 2nd, 2012 09:00 am (UTC)
:D

In my head, Arthur pretends to be oblivious again while secretly working through his anger and confusion.
Neyahneyah444 on May 2nd, 2012 07:26 pm (UTC)
This certainly looks like it could be a start of a bigger story, and I'd like to see more also. I loved it!
Luxorien: delicious arthurluxorien on May 2nd, 2012 08:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks! In my head its a multichapter fic, but I've never plotted it, just had this one scene that stuck in my brain.
Neyahneyah444 on May 2nd, 2012 08:32 pm (UTC)
Ah okay. I actually wanted to ask if I missed something, if this was a sequel. I wish..:)
(ノ⊙ω⊙)ノ~『✧~~✧』fuckyeah on May 2nd, 2012 08:43 pm (UTC)
Wow, love this, it's so amazingly epic!
Luxorien: delicious arthurluxorien on May 3rd, 2012 12:20 am (UTC)
Thanks! It turned out a bit sillier than I expected.