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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📍 Camelot
⏳ September, 503 AD
"What is there to master? I could move objects like that before I could talk!" I heard Merlin say with pain in his voice – and slightly louder than he should've – as I entered Gaius's apartment after returning from a relaxing morning ride with Dallas.
I found the pair arguing in the middle of the living space and I gently closed the door, not wanting to interrupt them.
"Then, by now, you should know how to control yourself!" the physician argued back, looking at the boy with pure disapproval.
"I do not want to! If I cannot use magic, what have I got?!" Merlin shot back. "I am just a nobody, and I always will be... If I cannot use magic, I might as well die." And with that, he went to the staircase and disappeared into the room we share.
I felt my heart churn at his words as I watched him go, feeling a wave of sympathy because that's exactly how I've always felt about horses.
Gaius dropped his head and sighed in frustration.
"What happened?" I asked the elderly man, the soft tone I used doing nothing to avoid the startle he gave.
"He got into trouble with Arthur again and used magic to gain advantage," he explained with a shake of his head. "He is unbelievably lucky that nobody noticed."
I was slightly curious to learn more, but saved that question for a better moment as I instead asked, "Is he okay?"
"He is slightly bruised from the fight – and of course, upset. But he will be just fine," the man assured me, offering a small smile.
"Good," I nodded and set my riding gear down on the work table. "Do you have anything I can use to wash Dallas's leg protectors? The trail was a bit muddy," I asked, changing the subject.
"Of course. There are cleaning supplies in there," Gaius motioned towards a wooden cupboard. "Help yourself to them anytime you need," he added before grabbing some doctor-y stuff and going up to Merlin and I's room.
I called a quick 'thanks' after him and went to get a brush, a bucket, and soap.
Some two hours later, Merlin finally came out of hiding in time to eat supper with Gaius and I.
"Hey, buddy. Feelin' better?" I asked, offering a small smile.
He nodded as he sat down next to me. "I am just... angry, I suppose," he replied.
"Yeah, I know. Arthur's an ass-butt," I whispered to him, but the physician had sharper hearing than I'd anticipated and he sent me a disapproving look while Merlin laughed. "Tell me I'm wrong," I challenged the elderly man, who simply shrugged and placed a pot on top of the kitchen bench.
