Yet another drabble

Speculation on how the inevitable conversation/confrontation could go. “I am not my father.” The words burst out of Arthur, angry, full of betrayal and grief and fear. “I know you’re not.” Merlin’s reply is quiet, thrumming with the underlying confidence and faith and trust that has always been there, even when the words are prat, […]

Born of Magic 03

Truth. He could sense it, feel the magic in his veins vibrating with the truth of those simple words. And straight from the dragon’s mouth, no less, Arthur thought sardonically. It was a surreal feeling, standing in a cave and speaking calmly with a dragon, a creature of magic, someone who had been judged evil […]

Born of Magic 02

Arthur lay awake in the darkness for a long time, staring up at the ceiling of his four -poster. Finally he cursed in frustration and threw the covers off. He dressed easily without a candle, a sardonic smile twisting his lips at the reaction his manservent would have had if he had been there to […]

Born of Magic 01

“You were born of magic.” Igraine is still speaking, but Merlin only distantly hears the rest, his entire being caught up by that one revealing sentence. You were born of magic. It explains so much. He had sensed that connection, the meeting of two kindred spirits, from the first time he had met Arthur, though […]