That night, when Rose woke, and continued her journey to the ocean in the night, to learn what the night was like, Merlin watched. He stayed in the darkness, between the trees, along the ground. His midnight black color blended with the night, and the shadows, rendering him invisible. He used his wings, and the black magic, to never touch the ground, and thus never make a sound.
He had watched Rose’s entire journey, from the moment she left the lake to the start of her night time excursion. He didn’t watch to protect her from the forest, or the animals that lived in it. He knew she would be safe from those. It was uncanny how the forest, and the animals who called it home, reacted to Rose. How they behaved around her.
No, Merlin didn’t watch over Rose to protect her from the forest. He watched to protect Rose from people. Merlin knew people came in all types. From good, happy, friendly people, to violent, broken, brutal people, and everything in between. He knew, at 6 years old, Rose might not know what to do if she encountered people like those who had taken her to the Black mountains, and left her at the foot of a volcano to die.
It was what humans and fairies did to those with wild magic.
Because of how the humans could be, Merlin watched over Rose. He stayed hidden. He stayed invisible. Rose would never know he was there.
And in the event someone was foolish enough to try to hurt Rose, Merlin would set loose the fires of anger that burned in him, to protect Mystica’s adopted daughter.
He hoped he never had to act. He knew it was uncanny, how much violence he could yield.
It’s Week 124 of #SwiftFicFriday, hosted by Katheryn Avila. I’m still wondering what the heck is going on with this story. There seems to be only one way for me to find out. Anyway. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #SwiftFicFriday. They are always fun to read. And there are some great writers who show up regularly.