Bump in the Night
Rating: G
Word count: 251
Characters/Pairings: Elyan
Genre: Humor
Prompt: Elyan has a pet ferret named Salt.
Disclaimer: Merlin, its take on characters, and its settings are property of the BBC, Shine, Fremantle Media, and any other respective rights-holders. No infringement is intended by this fanwork.
Summary: Ferrets aren't really psychic, Elyan.
Note: Written for knightsinarmour. A one-word change has been made because I later realized it might be too derivative of an earlier fic of mine, which wasn't the intent.
Elyan's eyes flew open, ears immediately tuned for anything out of the ordinary. Was that... a shuffling noise?
"Salt," he hissed.
When there was no sign of his little friend, Elyan sat up. "Salt?" Once he spotted the ferret, he almost wished he had not, since the sight did nothing to reassure him. Salt's fur was standing up on end, and he was staring intently at a corner of the chambers.
Grabbing his sword, Elyan leapt out of bed. "Show yourself!" he demanded, inching reluctantly toward the corner. "I am not afraid of you, do you hear me?" Salt hissed at whatever he sensed, making Elyan jump and hesitate.
All the same, he was nearly there, and forced himself to continue putting one foot in front of the other. "I'll give you one more chance to show yourself," he called. Suddenly, there was movement in the darkness, making Salt hiss and Elyan jump again. After his heart resumed beating, Elyan went over to a candle, not taking his eyes off of that corner as he struck the flint and steel near the candle wick. As light flared, the thing that was moving in the corner froze.
So did Elyan.
The centipede he saw was roughly the size of his horse (all right, perhaps not that large, he mentally conceded, but it was bloody enormous). With one more hiss, Salt turned and ran, hiding behind Elyan's feet.
Wondering how to deal with the creature, Elyan almost wished it had been a ghost...
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Word count: 251
Characters/Pairings: Elyan
Genre: Humor
Prompt: Elyan has a pet ferret named Salt.
Disclaimer: Merlin, its take on characters, and its settings are property of the BBC, Shine, Fremantle Media, and any other respective rights-holders. No infringement is intended by this fanwork.
Summary: Ferrets aren't really psychic, Elyan.
Note: Written for knightsinarmour. A one-word change has been made because I later realized it might be too derivative of an earlier fic of mine, which wasn't the intent.
Elyan's eyes flew open, ears immediately tuned for anything out of the ordinary. Was that... a shuffling noise?
"Salt," he hissed.
When there was no sign of his little friend, Elyan sat up. "Salt?" Once he spotted the ferret, he almost wished he had not, since the sight did nothing to reassure him. Salt's fur was standing up on end, and he was staring intently at a corner of the chambers.
Grabbing his sword, Elyan leapt out of bed. "Show yourself!" he demanded, inching reluctantly toward the corner. "I am not afraid of you, do you hear me?" Salt hissed at whatever he sensed, making Elyan jump and hesitate.
All the same, he was nearly there, and forced himself to continue putting one foot in front of the other. "I'll give you one more chance to show yourself," he called. Suddenly, there was movement in the darkness, making Salt hiss and Elyan jump again. After his heart resumed beating, Elyan went over to a candle, not taking his eyes off of that corner as he struck the flint and steel near the candle wick. As light flared, the thing that was moving in the corner froze.
So did Elyan.
The centipede he saw was roughly the size of his horse (all right, perhaps not that large, he mentally conceded, but it was bloody enormous). With one more hiss, Salt turned and ran, hiding behind Elyan's feet.
Wondering how to deal with the creature, Elyan almost wished it had been a ghost...
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