Protect.
My character keeps yours safe from harm. (Continuing Fantasy AU [x])
Launching herself forward, the Lady Morgana desperately clawed at his arm- dragging the reluctant and disoriented wizard back towards the thick trees, avoiding the whip like flame. “Merlin- you have to run.” She said in a grave voice, her green eyes reflecting the flames of their former encampment. This was not supposed to happen, not in this fashion. It felt as if her armor was weighing her down, soot and blood encrusting the thin chainmail.
The men- if they could be called such, had descended upon Camelot’s forces in the dead of night. If not for her knowledge of their inhuman life, Morgana would question as to why they were not asleep. But they were more beasts of necromancy than men. And it left a bitter taste in mouth, especially as she watched her men hacked as they scurried to defend themselves. As the two stood upon the edge of the battle- fear crept into her bones.
A roaring Undying jarred her out of her stupor, using her sword to slice away one of it’s limbs. Morgana watched, satisfied as the dark haired man kicked it into the flames. How did the fire start in the first place? No one was immune to the flames, including both the necromantic soldiers and unfortunately her people. Morgana snatched his strong hand- pulling him after her as the ran through the outlying flames, her eyes searched for Mordred. It had been a year since they three of them stood before the pyre. With momentary distractions; orders and brawls, the two had finally managed to reach where the horses were tied. At least twenty were missing, while the others left were highly agitated by not only the encroaching fire, but the foul creatures of the night.
“Morgana… what are you?” Merlin began but was cut off by his Lady’s firm gaze and the squeeze of her hand against his.
She took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut before focusing on the man in front of her. “You have to go Merlin. Go tell Arthur what’s happened.” Morgana pleaded, untying one of the stallion’s from the tree.
He sputtered, “But I’m supposed to protect you Morgana.” He had moved to grip her shoulder, they had been in the same squad for too long, for her to ask him to leave combat.
“And it’s my turn to protect you.” She said breathlessly, her green eyes burning into his. “If we don’t get reinforcements we’ll all perish.” It was fairly logical, but both she and Merlin relied more on their emotions than anything.
As he was about to protest once more, Morgana had cinched the saddle. “Do not make me use my rank on you Merlin.” Her tone was pleading but deathly serious.
For a moment, the two stared at one another, waiting for the other to give in. Finally, with a shake of his head Merlin took the reins from her hands- giving her a brief and strained smile.
“Be swift.” The Lady Morgana gripped his hand tightly, placing a fleeting but firm kiss on his cheek. Drawing away in a flash,she flew into the fray, hacking through walking corpses whilst looking for Mordred. Briefly she caught a flash of his red cloak in the distance.
