![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
tekia.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
tamingthemuseTitle: Fly High
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Tuvalu
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Saya wants nothing to be out of her reach.
The handful of coins made a cheery sound in Saya’s palm as she fingered through them, eyeing the different sizes, colors and languages. There were four nations represented by these coins and she gleefully thumbed through them again. One had a great hulking beast, another had a horned deer of some sort, and the third had a star and a pyramid. They jingled again as she fisted her hand and snapped her eyes to Merlin currently seated at his desk.
“Can we visit different worlds?”
Merlin didn’t respond right away, but Rurik’s head snapped up from his book, eyes wide. His eyes moved from her, to Merlin, then back. Repeat.
Finally, Merlin set aside his quill and turned to face her. “Other worlds? Is there not but one?”
Saya wrinkled her nose. “You know what I mean, other places, countries, lands, worlds.”
Merlin smiled slightly. “Nations,” he said.
“Them too.”
He rested an arm over the back of his chair and propped his cheek on his hand. “We do not leave Avalon.”
“Why not?” Rurik asked, curiosity finally getting the best of him. Merlin’s eyes grew hooded, the way they were when he was remembering the past. The future. Memories.
“It is our duty to protect the magic of this world. And the magic of this world is here, in Avalon. Atlantis, Aztlan, Eden. Ur. If we leave, who is there to protect the magic that humans cannot understand?”
Saya scowled. “We can’t even leave for a day? A week?”
Merlin chuckled. “A day is all it takes for the sun to set.”
She rolled her eyes. “You said humans don’t believe in magic anymore, so what threat are they?”
Rurik turned to her. “He didn’t say humans were a threat. He said the magic needed to be protected.”
“But, from what?”
“Being forgotten.”
Saya suddenly felt her heart pounding in her chest, short of breath. She could tell that Rurik felt the same pulse inside himself as his face drained of color. Merlin was right.
Humans were what gave magic its existence. They were human too, and so they must remember for all those that had forgotten.
Saya folded her hands around the small collection of coins and swung her feet under her. She loved magic, even if it didn’t love her back, or rather, loved her too much. She couldn’t live with herself if she knew that she was at fault for all the magic in the world disappearing. But still…
“Only one day?” she asked hopefully.
Merlin shook his head. “I cannot.” His eyes closed fully and a sort of pain twisted his features. “To the humans of the rest of the world, who am I but the embodiment of magic? I cannot leave here and expect to survive.”
And the students couldn’t leave without their teacher. Saya sighed and slouched in the chair, her fingers growing sweaty around the coins.
Rurik turned to her, his book forgotten at the table. “Where would you go?”
“Rome,” she said without hesitation. “London, Paris, Havana, Sweden, everywhere.”
Rurik and Merlin laughed. “Why? Surely not just because everybody goes there. Tell me why, little birdie.” Saya’s nose winkled at Merlin’s pet name for her.
“New York because there are lights that light up the night. Tuvalu because you can walk level with the ocean. Greece because there you can walk with gods. Chile because you can speak with the land. Tibet because you can learn everything there. I want to do it all, see it all, and learn it all.”
Merlin smiled. “You are eager, and you will one day fly the coop, but for now, perch here, little birdie, and I will teach you how to reach your stars.”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Tuvalu
Warnings: none
Rating: G
Summary: Saya wants nothing to be out of her reach.
The handful of coins made a cheery sound in Saya’s palm as she fingered through them, eyeing the different sizes, colors and languages. There were four nations represented by these coins and she gleefully thumbed through them again. One had a great hulking beast, another had a horned deer of some sort, and the third had a star and a pyramid. They jingled again as she fisted her hand and snapped her eyes to Merlin currently seated at his desk.
“Can we visit different worlds?”
Merlin didn’t respond right away, but Rurik’s head snapped up from his book, eyes wide. His eyes moved from her, to Merlin, then back. Repeat.
Finally, Merlin set aside his quill and turned to face her. “Other worlds? Is there not but one?”
Saya wrinkled her nose. “You know what I mean, other places, countries, lands, worlds.”
Merlin smiled slightly. “Nations,” he said.
“Them too.”
He rested an arm over the back of his chair and propped his cheek on his hand. “We do not leave Avalon.”
“Why not?” Rurik asked, curiosity finally getting the best of him. Merlin’s eyes grew hooded, the way they were when he was remembering the past. The future. Memories.
“It is our duty to protect the magic of this world. And the magic of this world is here, in Avalon. Atlantis, Aztlan, Eden. Ur. If we leave, who is there to protect the magic that humans cannot understand?”
Saya scowled. “We can’t even leave for a day? A week?”
Merlin chuckled. “A day is all it takes for the sun to set.”
She rolled her eyes. “You said humans don’t believe in magic anymore, so what threat are they?”
Rurik turned to her. “He didn’t say humans were a threat. He said the magic needed to be protected.”
“But, from what?”
“Being forgotten.”
Saya suddenly felt her heart pounding in her chest, short of breath. She could tell that Rurik felt the same pulse inside himself as his face drained of color. Merlin was right.
Humans were what gave magic its existence. They were human too, and so they must remember for all those that had forgotten.
Saya folded her hands around the small collection of coins and swung her feet under her. She loved magic, even if it didn’t love her back, or rather, loved her too much. She couldn’t live with herself if she knew that she was at fault for all the magic in the world disappearing. But still…
“Only one day?” she asked hopefully.
Merlin shook his head. “I cannot.” His eyes closed fully and a sort of pain twisted his features. “To the humans of the rest of the world, who am I but the embodiment of magic? I cannot leave here and expect to survive.”
And the students couldn’t leave without their teacher. Saya sighed and slouched in the chair, her fingers growing sweaty around the coins.
Rurik turned to her, his book forgotten at the table. “Where would you go?”
“Rome,” she said without hesitation. “London, Paris, Havana, Sweden, everywhere.”
Rurik and Merlin laughed. “Why? Surely not just because everybody goes there. Tell me why, little birdie.” Saya’s nose winkled at Merlin’s pet name for her.
“New York because there are lights that light up the night. Tuvalu because you can walk level with the ocean. Greece because there you can walk with gods. Chile because you can speak with the land. Tibet because you can learn everything there. I want to do it all, see it all, and learn it all.”
Merlin smiled. “You are eager, and you will one day fly the coop, but for now, perch here, little birdie, and I will teach you how to reach your stars.”
