Time
Another for ficlets100! I though for a few days there I was all dried up. This, I think, is going to end up a three parter, but I'm posting part one now, considering I'm on the school computers and I have a little more time to kill. Besides, parts 2 and 3 I need to make sure are right, this is simply the introduction, as it were.
It's another of my writer's choice ones, and for it I chose the prompt (or theme, really) Time. The setting is Series 2, episode 12, "The Fires of Idiorsholas". At this point, I'm a bit tired of giving premises, so I'm not gonna. This takes place at the end. Watch it. It's awesome. You'll understand.
Time
Sleep clung to the corners of his eyes, weighing down each of his limbs, making his breath come in laboured gasps that raked his chest. Half collapsing against the barred door, he felt his knees tremble as he looked back. Morgana was pale, even for her, seeming somehow lost.
“Must be the potion Gaius gave her.”
“Must be.” He lied.
Merlin could feel the ground groaning under the weight of such evil magic as the Knights approached. Beside him, Arthur was fading, the sickness robbing him of strength, and he could feel himself about to succumb. There was no time.
I'm sure you can guess what I'm leading to here. A moment I both hate and love. //sigh//
It's another of my writer's choice ones, and for it I chose the prompt (or theme, really) Time. The setting is Series 2, episode 12, "The Fires of Idiorsholas". At this point, I'm a bit tired of giving premises, so I'm not gonna. This takes place at the end. Watch it. It's awesome. You'll understand.
Time
Sleep clung to the corners of his eyes, weighing down each of his limbs, making his breath come in laboured gasps that raked his chest. Half collapsing against the barred door, he felt his knees tremble as he looked back. Morgana was pale, even for her, seeming somehow lost.
“Must be the potion Gaius gave her.”
“Must be.” He lied.
Merlin could feel the ground groaning under the weight of such evil magic as the Knights approached. Beside him, Arthur was fading, the sickness robbing him of strength, and he could feel himself about to succumb. There was no time.
I'm sure you can guess what I'm leading to here. A moment I both hate and love. //sigh//