It’s time for promptly penned flash fic. This one is a short one – I’m currently sitting at O’Hare waiting to take the 2nd leg of my journey home from my mini-vaca.
For this one, I’m visiting the world of my Albion’s Circle series. This is a glimpse into one of the Circle’s previous lives…before the start of the series. The prompt will be in bold within the story.
I hope you enjoy. 🙂
“One Last Time”
I gripped the rim of the porcelain sink and tried to steady my hands.
“One last time,” I whispered to myself.
“Merlin, you can’t do this.”
Lifting my head, I stared at the warped mirror, at the blurry reflection of my best friend. My king. Always, always my king.
“I have to do this.”
“No, you don’t!” he protested. “We’ll find another way. You’re not thinking clearly…so soon after Annwyl—”
“Damn it!” I slapped the sink with both hands and spun around to face him. “There is no other way. Losing Annwyl isn’t blinding me to reality, Arthur! Don’t you think I’ve searched? Looked at every motherfucking option before settling on this?”
“She wouldn’t want you to do this,” he said, voice quiet and shaky as he grasped my arms. “I don’t want you to.”
“We’ve run out of options, Your Majesty. Our wants no longer factor into the equation. This is how we will stop Mordred, so we’ll do it.”
His blue eyes, so unfairly old even though they peer out from a youthful face, glistened slightly, then, finally, he gave a curt nod.
“One last time,” I repeated my earlier vow.
“Logically, I know we don’t have much choice. This is what we agreed to back in Camelot, the first time around. We have to use whatever we can, even dark magic, to stop the threat, but I hate it,” he practically spat the words. “Every time you go down this path, we lose a bit of you, Merlin, and one day…”
He cleared his throat, released my arms and turned away. Before walking out of the tiny bathroom, he continued, his back to me, “One day, I’m afraid, you’ll be beyond our…beyond my reach.” His entire body went rigid. “I’ve had enough heartbreak, and that is one I don’t know if I could come back from. So please, no more than necessary, Merlin. Promise me.”
Alone again, I turned back to the mirror and glared at my reflection. I felt my magic expand, pushing almost painfully against my skin, in anticipation of what I was going to allow it to do. “One. Last. Time.”