Tree of Life

Do not ask where this came from.  I'm not entirely certain.  That being said, I really like this idea, and I'd create the character if I could (unfortunately, I'm sharing an account with flatmates so no character slots). It's probably going to be part of a series of drabbles.

Main Points:
Merlin, somewhat universe optional but with the BBC Merlin in mind, with The Secret World crossover.  No knowledge of The Secret World needed for this drabble though.
Summary: Merlin wakes somewhere he doesn't remember.
Word Count: 181
Rating: Gen

            When Merlin awakes, he’s standing.  It’s not the first time he’s fallen asleep while standing; feasts can get a little boring, especially when pompous lords take it into their heads to make long-winded and utterly pointless speeches.  It’s been ages, though.

            He has a moment to think ‘This isn’t where I last was’, though, before his breath is stolen away.

            Even Arthur would be hard-pressed to say his current surroundings weren’t magic.  Great paths of wood hang suspended in the air, blueish portals in the road or in what look like the hollows of a tree, strung along the roads like fruit.  He can see what look like trunks in the distance.

            More than that, though, he can feel the magic, stronger than the Sidhe or dragons or anything he’s ever felt.  Stronger than even himself.  It’s the magic of the world itself, concentrated all in one spot, and for the first time he feels completely at home.  He grins, and tries not to remember that it’s been forever since he’s smiled like that, free from pain or sorrow or responsibility.