Character/s:Merlin, Arthur, Kilgharrah
Summary: Kilgharrah talks to Merlin.
Prompt: #6: whispers in the night
Author's Notes:This is a direct follow on to The Poisoned Pheasant. It will be the beginning of the next part because The Poisoned Pheasant ended on a cliffhanger. Unbeta'd. All mistakes mine. If this makes no sense, I am sorry. I'm taking gross advantage of the prompt to write a little bit of the next part of the story when I have family visiting and should be doing other things...
”Merrrrlin,” a voice hissed in the night. “Merrrrrrlin,” it insisted.
Fuzzy with sleep, he shook it off. He clung to his dream, something involving mounds of whipped cream and maybe chocolate. He licked his lips and moaned, hearing himself as he realized Arthur was shaking him awake.
“Merlin, what’s wrong? You were moaning.”
“Mmmm? I was dreaming, but there was a voice interrupting me.”
”Merlin,” the voice came again.
The young magician started. “There, did you hear that?”
“No. What are you hearing?”
Merlin sat up.
“Oh no, it’s Kilgharrah!”
“But, that should be good, right? He was frozen before.”