Drabble: Maelstrom (Merlin+Arthur, "Rain")
AN: Written for Merlin100's Prompt #2: Rain.
Maelstrom
The sky rips open, rain pouring down in silvery sheets. Gusts of wind grasp like seeking hands, wrenching trees and stones from the earth, digging great furrows like the footprints of lumbering giants. Merlin is lost to view, a small flickering figure at the heart of the storm. The air between them is alive with magic.
There's nothing human left for Arthur to kill. The dead and dying sink beneath the loose muddy earth, drowning, swallowed up. All he can hear is the rain pounding, the rumble of thunder like war drums in the distance.
What remains isn't his fight.
Maelstrom
The sky rips open, rain pouring down in silvery sheets. Gusts of wind grasp like seeking hands, wrenching trees and stones from the earth, digging great furrows like the footprints of lumbering giants. Merlin is lost to view, a small flickering figure at the heart of the storm. The air between them is alive with magic.
There's nothing human left for Arthur to kill. The dead and dying sink beneath the loose muddy earth, drowning, swallowed up. All he can hear is the rain pounding, the rumble of thunder like war drums in the distance.
What remains isn't his fight.