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tamingthemuseSorry about the double post last week. ^^
I have found that whenever I don't know what to write, I end up writing for this series. Also, how close is Danger Zone to Hot Seat? :)
Part two: Lost Legacies
Part one: With Wings
Title: Morgana
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Danger Zone
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Summary: Saya takes on a test that rattles her.
Saya found herself alone in darkness.
She wiped her face, hating the tears that wouldn’t stop. They were useless, much as she had been these last few days. Cursing under her breath, she forced herself up and out of the foxhole. She coughed in the layer of smoke laying on the ground like a cloak.
Not too far off she could see flares of light and smaller sparks followed by the reports of gunfire. Tightening her lips, she climbed out, keeping low and raced to the next foxhole, some fifty yards in front of her.
She slipped in the mud and fell rather ungracefully into the ditch, gasping in pain as her leg twisted under her. She cursed, wiping mud from her face, thinking that at least it covered the tear tracks.
Stupid mortals.
She coughed around a laugh at that thought. Merlin would give her an earful if he heard her saying such things. After all, it wasn’t so long ago that she was mortal. She muttered a spell, holding her hand just above her knee and sighed as she felt the pain recede.
Still, they were stupid.
Merlin had warned her about that as well. Time gifted them with the ability to see things clearly, in ways that others could never understand. Being immortal gave some of them arrogance, while others learned to fear death even more. Or miss it.
A loud blast brought her peeking out of the ditch, her eyes narrowed as she tried to make out what was before her. If she listened carefully, she could hear men shouting, but they were still quite a ways off. She was still clear of the danger zone, she realized.
Licking her lips, she dashed to the next hole in the ground, making the jump this time, but still missing the landing. She spat out a mouthful of mud and groaned as she pressed her back to the trench’s wall. Her legs hurt, spell notwithstanding.
Where was Rurik?
They had agreed to meet at midnight. It was long past that, the sky slowly lightening. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was worried sick about him. In this war, they were so unprepared.
What was Merlin thinking, sending them here, where mortals were killing each other? Was he even aware of the danger he was putting them in?
She had to admit that he probably knew exactly what he was doing to them. He had warned them that this was to be a test, and she had no doubt that she had failed it. Shivers of fear raced up and down her spine at every little sound, the bombs were driving her crazy, making her jump and cower.
Where was Rurik?
She clapped her hands over her ears, rolling into a ball as she tried to drown out the sounds. If there was less noise, she could hear Rurik in her mind. As it was, the bombs, the gun shots, were too overpowering.
She couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t find him. Perhaps she had lost him?
She violently shook her head. She would never accept that, he was her twin, her brother, she couldn’t lose him. Never. Merlin would never allow them to die.
Gathering her courage once again, she climbed out of the foxhole and hesitated a moment too long.
She felt the presence to her right before she saw the person approaching. Fear rooted her feet in place as she watched the person appear.
It took her only a moment to realized that it wasn’t Rurik.
Before she could hide, the person had a rifle pointed at her, shouting at her in a language she’d never learned. What startled her the most was that the voice was that of a woman.
Saya gaped at the woman. As far as she knew, women were not common in the front lines. She was there via magic, but this woman was dressed as a solider, the helmet and a thick coating of mud hiding her face.
The woman gestured with her gun, speaking harshly.
Saya held up her hands. “Please, I don’t understand. Just don’t shoot me for that.”
The woman froze upon hearing her speak, the gun lowering slightly. She stared at Saya for a long moment before the gun’s butt was pressed to the ground and the helmet came off.
Saya’s eyes widened and she felt the blood leave her face as she took in the wild red hair released from the confines of the helmet. She’d recognize that hair anywhere. She couldn’t see the eyes, but it didn’t matter, she knew them as well.
“I’ve not heard that language in a great many years.”
Saya had to lick her lips twice before she could speak clearly.
“Morgana.”
I have found that whenever I don't know what to write, I end up writing for this series. Also, how close is Danger Zone to Hot Seat? :)
Part two: Lost Legacies
Part one: With Wings
Title: Morgana
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Danger Zone
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Summary: Saya takes on a test that rattles her.
Saya found herself alone in darkness.
She wiped her face, hating the tears that wouldn’t stop. They were useless, much as she had been these last few days. Cursing under her breath, she forced herself up and out of the foxhole. She coughed in the layer of smoke laying on the ground like a cloak.
Not too far off she could see flares of light and smaller sparks followed by the reports of gunfire. Tightening her lips, she climbed out, keeping low and raced to the next foxhole, some fifty yards in front of her.
She slipped in the mud and fell rather ungracefully into the ditch, gasping in pain as her leg twisted under her. She cursed, wiping mud from her face, thinking that at least it covered the tear tracks.
Stupid mortals.
She coughed around a laugh at that thought. Merlin would give her an earful if he heard her saying such things. After all, it wasn’t so long ago that she was mortal. She muttered a spell, holding her hand just above her knee and sighed as she felt the pain recede.
Still, they were stupid.
Merlin had warned her about that as well. Time gifted them with the ability to see things clearly, in ways that others could never understand. Being immortal gave some of them arrogance, while others learned to fear death even more. Or miss it.
A loud blast brought her peeking out of the ditch, her eyes narrowed as she tried to make out what was before her. If she listened carefully, she could hear men shouting, but they were still quite a ways off. She was still clear of the danger zone, she realized.
Licking her lips, she dashed to the next hole in the ground, making the jump this time, but still missing the landing. She spat out a mouthful of mud and groaned as she pressed her back to the trench’s wall. Her legs hurt, spell notwithstanding.
Where was Rurik?
They had agreed to meet at midnight. It was long past that, the sky slowly lightening. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was worried sick about him. In this war, they were so unprepared.
What was Merlin thinking, sending them here, where mortals were killing each other? Was he even aware of the danger he was putting them in?
She had to admit that he probably knew exactly what he was doing to them. He had warned them that this was to be a test, and she had no doubt that she had failed it. Shivers of fear raced up and down her spine at every little sound, the bombs were driving her crazy, making her jump and cower.
Where was Rurik?
She clapped her hands over her ears, rolling into a ball as she tried to drown out the sounds. If there was less noise, she could hear Rurik in her mind. As it was, the bombs, the gun shots, were too overpowering.
She couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t find him. Perhaps she had lost him?
She violently shook her head. She would never accept that, he was her twin, her brother, she couldn’t lose him. Never. Merlin would never allow them to die.
Gathering her courage once again, she climbed out of the foxhole and hesitated a moment too long.
She felt the presence to her right before she saw the person approaching. Fear rooted her feet in place as she watched the person appear.
It took her only a moment to realized that it wasn’t Rurik.
Before she could hide, the person had a rifle pointed at her, shouting at her in a language she’d never learned. What startled her the most was that the voice was that of a woman.
Saya gaped at the woman. As far as she knew, women were not common in the front lines. She was there via magic, but this woman was dressed as a solider, the helmet and a thick coating of mud hiding her face.
The woman gestured with her gun, speaking harshly.
Saya held up her hands. “Please, I don’t understand. Just don’t shoot me for that.”
The woman froze upon hearing her speak, the gun lowering slightly. She stared at Saya for a long moment before the gun’s butt was pressed to the ground and the helmet came off.
Saya’s eyes widened and she felt the blood leave her face as she took in the wild red hair released from the confines of the helmet. She’d recognize that hair anywhere. She couldn’t see the eyes, but it didn’t matter, she knew them as well.
“I’ve not heard that language in a great many years.”
Saya had to lick her lips twice before she could speak clearly.
“Morgana.”
