The girls silently returned to Riley’s bedroom after Lucas’ impassioned lecture and instructions. The rest of the apartment was dark, indicating that the rest of the Matthews’ family had retired to their beds. The silence continued as they moved around each other in the moonlight, finding their pajamas and taking care of other personal needs before pulling the blankets off of the bed to sit facing each other in the window seat.
“You did a good thing, Lucas.” Matthew Friar turned away slightly to hide a sympathetic smile as Lucas groaned, dropping his head back to hit the couch with a muffled thump, which he knew his younger sibling would take as condescending.
It was nearing on three o’clock in the morning, and Lucas had just finished catching his older brother up on the whole messy situation via Skype.
The three teens sat in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as the world celebrated the New Year far below. Lucas glanced at Riley again from the corner of his eye, careful not to move his head this time. She looked so miserable, huddled into herself, shivering slightly. Maya had instinctively taken up the same position, though they couldn’t see each other with him in the middle.
“You were born of magic.”
Igraine is still speaking, but Merlin only distantly hears the rest, his entire being caught up by that one revealing sentence.
You were born of magic.
It explained so much. He had sensed that connection, the meeting of two kindred spirits, from the first time he had met Arthur, though they had both recoiled rather violently from the recognition.