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Merlin's Afraid: A Short Story: Merlin

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Please. Someone help me. I am afraid.

The words reverberated in young Merlin’s mind and woke him from what had been a sound, restful sleep. With a loud yawn, he flipped onto his side and peered out the window of his tiny bedchamber tucked inside of Camelot’s castle infirmary.

“Still the middle of the night,” he grumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes with his fists. And whose voice was that anyway? It definitely was not Kilgharrah’s; Merlin was familiar with the harsh, deep tones of the dragon’s voice when he wished to communicate telepathically. This new voice, one Merlin had never heard before, sounded gentle and feminine, yet desperate.

Help me, please. I do not know what is wrong. I am scared.

Realizing he would never fall back asleep with a voice calling out for …show more content…

Merlin spotted a unicorn standing by the water, its coat so glossy-white it shimmered in the pale moonlight and appeared almost silver. Yet as Merlin moved closer, he noticed the creature seemed distressed, stomping and braying, her belly bulging with pregnancy. Eyes wide with fear, the unicorn turned to face Merlin and Percival.

I am sick, whispered the creature into Merlin’s mind. It was now clear the “she” in question was a unicorn.

“Gods, Merlin, it’s a unicorn!” The towering Percival’s mouth hung open and his face had gone pale. “And she’s ready to give birth.”

“How do you know? Other than her size.”

“I grew up on a farm. I’m familiar with the signs: agitation, pacing, stomping. But I thought you said a woman needed help?”

“I-I meant a female.”

Percival blinked his eyes several times, as if he could not believe the vision before him. “You might have warned me we were going to see a unicorn. They’re so rare. She’s beautiful.”

“Do you know how to help her?”

Percival shrugged his broad shoulders. “Sure. Comfort and reassurance, mostly. We’ll intervene with the birth only if we have

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