#ismere

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Merlin (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table & Merlin (Merlin), Freya/Merlin (Merlin), Morgana & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine & Merlin (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Gaius (Merlin), Aithusa (Merlin), Morgana (Merlin), Mordred (Merlin) Additional Tags: Gwaine Knows About Merlin's Magic (Merlin), Dragonlord Merlin (Merlin), Protective Gwaine (Merlin), Gwaine Flirts (Merlin), Gwaine Being Gwaine (Merlin), Awesome Gwaine (Merlin), dragon dad merlin, Left Behind - Freeform, Merlin Needs a Hug (Merlin) Series: Part 23 of Merlin One-Shots / Writing prompts Summary:

Merlin was left behind in Ismere, but when he wakes up, Aithusa is there. Merlin tries to help heal the dragon as they walk back toward Camelot together. He decides to set up a home for the dragon at the Lake of Avalon where Freya can keep on eye on them. Arthur is angry when he wakes in Camelot to find none of his men remembered Merlin.

Ismere stepped foot into the city of Stormwind, it had been the first time she had in a very long time. It had been since before the Legion showed up. The city hadn't changed at all since her last visit. Even many of the same people were still around, such as the Baker with him tray of fresh breads.

Reaching up she removed her helm to get a better look at the area, a small frown tugging at her lips as she clipped her helm to the belt. She wasn't here fully by choice, but more of a promise to stay out of trouble to her mate. The idea of heading to the Isles to fight was very tempting yet, it wouldn't be the same without someone to watch her back.

Her hooves moved her forward as she allowed them to lead her back to her home. Someone was paid to watch over it while she was gone and she was debating selling it as of late but in the end was glad she didn’t. It was nice to have a place she could crash during her extended stay here.

Fishing the key from her bag she opened the door to her apartment, finding it clean and dust free. Her neighbour did a great job with it. She would have to be sure to tip him later on. Once the door closed behind her she begins to make her way to her bed, stripping off pieces of armor and letting them fall with thumps to the floor.

With a soft sigh she flops onto her bed and curls up, suddenly feeling being beyond exhausted. Pulling the covers over herself and settling in to get some sleep. This was going to a long break, and a long time away from her lover.. She knew she would be fine, but it was still annoying to be away from him. She’d make the most of this though and catch up with some friends at the very least.  Maybe speak with L’ambra… try and patch things up with her.

Ismere’s shield raised up to block an incoming blow from the Vrykul’s axe. A heavy blow that forced Ismere to allow her knees to give some in order to remain standing. She knew she would have to act quickly, another blow like that would send her crashing down and leave her open to another assault.

Shifting her weight Ismere moved to the left. Her shield at an angle to force the axe to slip off. Once she was free from its crushing weight her right arm came up with sword in hand as it seeked out the Vrykuls side. Quickly making contact with as it left a gash on his side.

The Vrykul was quick to react though, moving back to keep the blow from being to deep. More importantly from being the fatal blow. Yet unknown to him the damage had already been done. The blade had dug deep enough to cut a few important organs and with each move the Vrykul made, the wound only got worse.

Ismere didn’t waste this opening either, with quick speed she bashed her shield into the man’s chest. Shoving him back and causing him to stumble as in vain he tried to regain balance. Another quick strike was made as her sword met with the Vrykul’s leg this time, the blow causing him to fall backwards as he landed on his back with a heavy thud. Not to get up again.

Ismere smirked as she let out a soundless laugh. Looking over the dead opponent in front of her before turning to walk off. Placing her sword and shield back onto their holsters as she allowed herself to slowly relax. The fight replaying a few times over in her mind.

“Ah, soon these Vrykul won’t pose much of a challenge anymore. Going to need something bigger.. May be time to take on the mate again, see if I can take him down.” She thought to herself, a smirk on her lips as she looked to the sky. “I’m feeling confident today.”

Her speed picked up as she headed back to the camp she shared with her mate. Eager to see if she was finally able to defeat him in a spar. That had become one of her goals after all. The score was currently set at 3-0.. Time to even it out a bit.

    Ismere woke with a start, her dull icy eyes looking around the area as she gripped her sword closer to her. The only thing her gaze was met with however, was the dark woods of Duskwood. A small sigh of relief left her wet lips. Wait, wet? Wet with what?... The sudden taste of iron filled her senses, the taste and smell of it overwhelming powerful.

     Her body turning to the side as she emptied her stomach beside her at the sudden and unexpected assault. A dizzying haze brushing over her confused mind as she spit up what remained of the vile taste. A small piece of what lead her to be where she was now filling in the blank of the night before.

    Howling, it echoed around her as she drew her sword from it's sheath with as little noise as she could. The source of the sound drawing closer to her location, her first clue being her shield shaking upon her back. The force of the howl having caused it to shake. This by no means was your average creature, no.. This would become a worthy fight for her yet, one that would sate the blood lust for a good while. Excellent. 

     Soon the hulking figure came into view, worgen, standing about nine feet tall and built well enough to put the most well muscled of Draenei to shame. His canines long, shoving passed his lips as if tusks on a troll. Claws adoring it's fingertips, caked with dried blood. Another howl was let loose from the creatures lips, the grass and leaves on the trees being blown back as if the wind was blowing. 

    That was the only warning Ismere got of it's attack, the creature was fast. Charging forward and slamming into her now upraised shield with enough force to send her skidding back and straight into the tree.

 A throbbing came to Ismere's head, the pain of that hit starting to sink in. The rest of the memory a blank to her. Had she really driven that deep into the blood lust that she zoned out? No, she couldn't of.. She had started this quest in nearly full control, how could so much of it been lost so quickly? 

 With a heavy sigh and no way to get answers just sitting there she slowly began to rise to her hooves. Yet a sharp pain travels though her right leg, painful enough to send her crashing back down to her ass as a gruntal cry left her lips. Her hand moving to clutch her leg, being met with fresh blood. Four long gashed angled up towards her stomach were present on her upper thigh, dripping with fresh blood from her most recent movement. When? 

   Her shield was raised, protecting her from most of the charge. However the hit to the head still had her dazed, unable to react. The worgen hit her hard, his claws racking upward as they tore across her leg and ripped her shield from her grasp. Sending it flying off into the distance.

   Guess that solved that question, removing her shirt from under her armor she tied it around her leg to stop the bleeding. It would have to do for now until she could get proper care. Slowly and with the support of her sword she pulled herself to her hooves once again and began to walk. Each step was agony on her leg, body sore and much weaker then she first assumed. Fel, even breathing was hard for her.. Must have a few broken ribs as well. Slowly though, step by step she made her way back to the camp her mate had set up for them. 

 "Durek.." The thought came to her mind, she knew he wasn't going to be happy to see her like this.. "......!!" Her eyes widen as her words were not spoken, hand reaching up to find her necklace was missing. Shit, this wasn't good. Her gaze quickly looked around for it, even back tracking her steps to see if she dropped it as she was walking. Yet her steps paused, her mind going fuzzy as a memory washed over her.

   The beast had her pinned under his paw, claws deep in the dirt to keep her from pulling free. The pressure on her chest enough to cause a few of her ribs to crack. Soon a deep growl emerges from the beast's jaws. Almost laughing as it reached to rip the necklace off of her neck. "Heh, poor little voiceless Ismere... Should you wish this back, come and find me." The beast mocked, letting the necklace hang just out of her reach before tearing from her and taking off. Letting the darkness in her mind consume her. 

 A fresh wave of pain washed over her, earning a groan from her lips as she clutched her chest.. Who, was that? What the fel did he want from her.. How did he even know her. Damn it, she couldn't recall anything else of the fight. Her mind was to dazed to think clearly even now. Her crystal would have to be fetched another night, as she was in no shape to get it now. As much as she wished to. 

de·sire

noun

a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.

verb

strongly wish for or want (something).

   Ismere had been asked what she desired most by their Marquise the night before, yet carried no answer to give. She knew the answer that the Marquise seeked was something within her power to give, but Ismere had never given it much thought as to what she desired most outside of the destruction of the Legion. Did she even desire something else? 

   That lead to her walking the forests of Duskwood, letting her mind chew on this question as the rain fell down around her, The wind’s cold embrace licking away at her unprotected skin as well. What else did she desire, what else was there for her to want? Did she want money? What about power? Land? Possibly a servant to wait on her every whim? Maybe a home in the woods, away from everyone else. Fancy jewels? Armor and weapons? Her Voice restored?

  Soon her hooves stopped moving, leaving her in the middle of the woods. And alone with her thoughts. It had seemed like hours since she started this walk, this quest to figure out what she desired. But, her quest turned up nothing. There was nothing she desired that was in the Marquise's power to gift her. 

   Her first thought that came to mind was the destruction of the Legion, yet that would take an army or seven to defeat. That was a common desire among her people and anyone else they have crossed paths with. It would be impossible to make such a request of one person. 

   The next desire, was one she would have to find herself. Ismere wished to be wed agian, to have someone she could arrive home to each night. After hundreds of years of being married, the feeling of an empty bed still could bring her to tears. She would find herself clutching to a pillow each night. Her own little comfort to make up for the empty space that longed to be filled.

   Her late husband was lost to the orcs at the battle for Shattrath. Having bravely battled to keep several of the younglings safe. They had managed to get away from the orcs, but it cost her husband his life. She found him on his last breathe, trying to save him with what little Light magic she knew. It only worked to make his passing less painful. 

   That, lead to the next desire. A better skill in magic.  That brought up the question however, could it even be gifted? The only reason she wished to have a skill was so she could better protect those she cared for. Be able to save them where she had failed to save her husband. A chance to make up for what she was unable to do. This was foolish however, there was no way suddenly learning to heal would make up for her failure years before.

   Maybe she could ask for a way to better sooth her blood lust. It was something that constantly pulled at her mind, a burning that struggled to break free of the restraints of her self control. It was why she forced herself to maintain a calm presence. To keep that blood lust under control and to keep anyone from knowing. Should it even gain a foot up on her, there would be a very different Ismere about.. One that many would not like.

   With a heavy sigh her hooves started to move again. There was one place she could think of to go, one place that would help clear her mind.  Possibly even help her find an answer to this question of hers.