Darkest Before the Dawn
Author: archaeologist_d
Title: Darkest before the Dawn
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: They say it is darkest before the dawn.
Word Count: 165
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 428: I awoke to darkness
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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Above him, the night sky is ablaze with stars, a bright trail of light and colour, fairy dust scattered across the heavens. The surrounding trees act like black sentinels, their branches framing the night’s brilliance as a mother might cup her beloved child’s face. The moon, that thinnest sliver of light, peers in and out between them, playing hide and seek among the branches as they sway and whisper of the growing day.
Merlin doesn’t want to move. It is the quiet time before dawn, when everything is possible, when smiles and love and acceptance seem almost within reach.
But before long, a single bird begins to sing, then another, and as the sun rises, the camp fills with lively chatter and demands as a new day begins.
They say it is darkest before the dawn. For Merlin, always hiding himself in the light, forever and always a ghost of his true self, the darkness is the only place he can ever really be free.
Title: Darkest before the Dawn
Rating: G
Pairing/s: none
Character/s: Merlin
Summary: They say it is darkest before the dawn.
Word Count: 165
Camelot_drabble Prompt: pt 428: I awoke to darkness
Author's Notes: none
Disclaimer: Merlin characters are the property of Shine and BBC. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
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Above him, the night sky is ablaze with stars, a bright trail of light and colour, fairy dust scattered across the heavens. The surrounding trees act like black sentinels, their branches framing the night’s brilliance as a mother might cup her beloved child’s face. The moon, that thinnest sliver of light, peers in and out between them, playing hide and seek among the branches as they sway and whisper of the growing day.
Merlin doesn’t want to move. It is the quiet time before dawn, when everything is possible, when smiles and love and acceptance seem almost within reach.
But before long, a single bird begins to sing, then another, and as the sun rises, the camp fills with lively chatter and demands as a new day begins.
They say it is darkest before the dawn. For Merlin, always hiding himself in the light, forever and always a ghost of his true self, the darkness is the only place he can ever really be free.