Prompt# 195 - Myth - Title - Tekia - Original

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Title: What Secrets We Hold
Fandom: Original
Prompt: myth
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Saya reflects on her place in the world.

Saya knelt near the pond and trailed her fingers through the water. The grassy bank was still wet from the night’s rain and she could feel the water soaking through her thick skirts. Absently, she wondered what the lady was going to say to her about that.
Her eyes went to the remains of the statue that had once held the old rusted sword.
They had broken the statue more than time had, to remove the sword and give it to the care of Merlin. Merlin had taken himself and the sword into his tower and hadn’t been seen yet.
Her eyes turned to the tree line, in the direction that she knew his tower to be. The man wouldn’t let her into the tower and it grated on her nerves like nothing else. She wanted in the know and she wanted to be in the center of it all.
She pursed her lips. Merlin knew what she wanted and he was refusing her. He was doing it on purpose. Irritable old man.
She sat on her rump and folded her legs under her, eyes on the crumbled remains of the once beautiful statue.
Who had she been? This lady of the lake?
A bit of her face still remained and Saya wondered what she had looked like. What kind of person had she been? Saya sighed and picked at the grass at her knees.
She had a hunger to know, to learn. She wanted to know.
Behind her a crunch of leaves announced Rurik’s presence. She turned to glare at him over her shoulder. “Have you spoken with Merlin?”
Rurik knelt next to her and sighed a very similar sounding sigh as hers. “The door is still locked. Nobody’s allowed in.”
“Except for that Spaniard,” Saya said with a snarl.
Rurik nodded. “Do you think they’re going to fix the sword? Fix the myth?”
Saya snorted in a very unladylike fashion. “If that was all they were doing, Merlin could have done that himself.” She shook her head. “There’s something more going on there.”
Rurik smiled. “The myth of King Arthur.”
“What about it?”
“It’s broken. They have come to fix it.”
She turned fully toward him. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say. No, how is it broken?”
Rurik waved to the broken statue. “The lady was supposed to be immortal. She’s gone. The king was supposed to be in Avalon until he got called back to save the world.” He looked around him. “Have you ever met the Great King?”
Saya shook her head.
Rurik shrugged. “The myth is broken, thus the world isn’t right. They’re here to fix it.”
Saya rolled her eyes. “You think this is all about a king that nobody’s sure even existed?”
“Merlin’s sure.”
“Merlin’s mental.”
Rurik laughed and stood. He pulled his leggings up to his knees and stepped into the lake. His breath hissed out from between his teeth at the cold. She could see goose flesh raising up on his skin from where she was sitting. Rurik walked closer to the small island holding the remains of the statue and plucked that very bit of her face Saya had been eyeing before.
“I think she looks like you.”
“What?”
“The lady in the statue. She looks like you.”
Saya felt her brow lower. “No she doesn’t.”
He turned to look at her and smiled. “She does. Do you ever wonder, is there something Merlin isn’t telling us?”
She tilted her head to one side. “Nonsense.”
His smile turned softer somehow, and it turned her insides into a quivering mess. “If you say so.”