Between The Old Day And

The old man grinned, raising his arms and shaking his long sleeves down his wrists to expose his gnarled hands. "Close your eyes, my lord." The title from Dragoon’s mouth sounded much the way it did from Merlin’s; heavy with sarcasm."I'm not a child," Arthur snapped, but did as he was bid. He heard nothing, but he could feel the magic rising around them in the stone circle again, warming his skin—though it was only now that goosebumps arose on his arms."Arthur, my darling boy." A new voice came, unfamiliar to him. Canon Era AU—Ygraine being called, however briefly, from beyond the veil was a gift given. Only an ancient, powerful sorcerer could command such magic...