Fic: Wings of War
Title: Wings of War
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Faced with a threat greater than any Camelot has ever known, Merlin searches other worlds for a magic strong enough to defend the kingdom.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 240
Prompt: #39 Silver
Author's Notes: This is what happens when I play Darksiders on drabble day.
They burned silver and white, hotter than the sun and more pitiless. But they were as beautiful as they were strange, and Merlin always had a weakness for beautiful magic. How many times had he told others to beware of such loveliness? How many times had he seen innocent blood on otherwise pristine hands? Sages have filled books with gorgeous creatures that can kill in an instant. Merlin should have known better.
But he saw them take to the skies on wings of snow and light. He saw the dawn of another world pouring over quicksilver armor. They moved with grace like sunbeams, eyes blazing with something more elemental than mere sorcery. They were pure guardians, and Merlin could have sworn he was looking at Arthur's warrior spirit condensed into adamant flesh. They asked for a human vessel, and Merlin gave them one.
He had always known that the Pendragon legend would outlast Camelot itself. Albion would sing the song of her shining king for ages upon ages. But Merlin hadn't guessed the terrible price that Arthur would pay to protect his shores. No vision had shown him Arthur's eyes hollowed out and replaced with silver fire. No prophecy or premonition had revealed the terrible heat of Arthur's sword, or the sound of the earth shaking beneath his boots.
The power that burned in Arthur had saved the kingdom, but Merlin wept when he realized that the king was lost.
Rating: PG
Pairing/s: N/A
Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: Faced with a threat greater than any Camelot has ever known, Merlin searches other worlds for a magic strong enough to defend the kingdom.
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 240
Prompt: #39 Silver
Author's Notes: This is what happens when I play Darksiders on drabble day.
They burned silver and white, hotter than the sun and more pitiless. But they were as beautiful as they were strange, and Merlin always had a weakness for beautiful magic. How many times had he told others to beware of such loveliness? How many times had he seen innocent blood on otherwise pristine hands? Sages have filled books with gorgeous creatures that can kill in an instant. Merlin should have known better.
But he saw them take to the skies on wings of snow and light. He saw the dawn of another world pouring over quicksilver armor. They moved with grace like sunbeams, eyes blazing with something more elemental than mere sorcery. They were pure guardians, and Merlin could have sworn he was looking at Arthur's warrior spirit condensed into adamant flesh. They asked for a human vessel, and Merlin gave them one.
He had always known that the Pendragon legend would outlast Camelot itself. Albion would sing the song of her shining king for ages upon ages. But Merlin hadn't guessed the terrible price that Arthur would pay to protect his shores. No vision had shown him Arthur's eyes hollowed out and replaced with silver fire. No prophecy or premonition had revealed the terrible heat of Arthur's sword, or the sound of the earth shaking beneath his boots.
The power that burned in Arthur had saved the kingdom, but Merlin wept when he realized that the king was lost.