𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕺𝖓𝖊
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: A high-school project gone wrong sends Astraea Aphelion fifteen centuries back in time, where she has to face a world of dragons, magic, and evil sorcerers. Luckily, she is not alone. In between hardships, she finds a...
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📍 Ealdor
⏳ September, 503 AD
"Wait, wait, wait. You mean to tell me that freaking Camelot is real?!" I asked Merlin, my heart filling with excitement, as I followed him around the crop field while helping him carry the food he was harvesting.
"Yes," he responded promptly, an amused smile forming on his lips, "do you not know that in the twenty-first century?"
"As far as we know, it's just a legend," I explained, bouncing on my toes as I felt a surge of energy. "No one has been able to definitively prove its existence."
"Who is the Nenanthal now?" he shot back with a teasing grin – referring to a previous conversation we'd had in which I'd playfully called him a Neanderthal after sort of explaining what electricity is when he'd asked about my solar charger.
"Neanderthal," I corrected with a smirk. "You don't even know what a Neanderthal is! You don't even know about the theory of evolution!" He frowned, looking down at me in confusion. "Point made," I noted and gave him a wink.
I've been staying with Merlin and Hunith for four months now. The kind woman has been completely amazing to me, treating me almost as if I were her own blood; and I really couldn't be more grateful for everything she and her son have done for me. Who knows what would've happened to Dallas and I if we'd had to survive the medieval world on our own? And, honestly, setting aside the lack of indoor plumbing, electricity and refrigerators; life in this time period isn't as bad as I'd initially thought it would be.
However, from what Merlin was just telling me, it looks like things are about to change drastically for us – allegedly, his mom has long been contemplating sending him to freaking Camelot, as she has a close friend who lives there and is willing to become the boy's guardian.
Not too long after my arrival in Ealdor, and after many jokes on my behalf referring to the character in Disney's 'The Sword In The Stone', Merlin had confessed to me that he has magic. Because that's real, too. Most people in the village know this and they are willing to keep his secret (though some are not too happy about it). But despite the laws against it, Merlin has been increasingly getting more reckless with the use of his gifts (or so I'm told), and Hunith fears that he'll eventually be found out by the authorities, or worse, be pulled towards the dark side; so she'd started pondering whether she should send her son to someone who can guide him in the art of sorcery.
I puffed, "I mean, I guess it'd be a fun experience for you. But what about me? Am I supposed to stay here? Who's gonna entertain me all day long? Surely not that ass-hat pal of yours!..." I rambled on, fearing that my only... I guess I can call him a friend, would leave me alone in this strange land.
"Will is not that bad," he replied.
"He's a pervert!" I scoffed. "Not to mention condescending, cowardly, short-tempered..." I started listing until he cut me off by placing a hand on top of my mouth. I glared at him.
