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
⏳ October, 503 AD
"Merlin! Wake the fudge up, you pillow-head! Arthur's gonna kill you!" I yelled as I jumped on my friend's bed in a wild attempt to get him to exit dreamland. He's so lucky that I thought to set an alarm on my phone!
He shot up with widening eyes, exclaiming, "All right! I am up!" and he shoved me off him.
I gasped as I fell to the floor – fortunately landing on a rug that laid between the two beds, which possibly saved me from a concussion. Merlin seemed to freeze as he stared at me in horror. I waved him off and scrambled to my feet.
"Good! Now hurry and wake the jerk! I'll get his armour!" I told my friend before grabbing a change of clothes and rushing out of the room.
Once dressed and tidied, I made my way to the armoury – almost accidentally wandering into who-knows-where until a guard amicably pointed me in the right direction – and I stood in the middle of the dimly-lit room, glancing around in awe at all the cool weapons and armour.
"Everything looks the same, how am I supposed to know which things are Arthur's?" I asked myself in a mumble.
"What are you doing here?" I started at the unexpected sound of a male voice behind me and I turned around as my heart began to race; though I relaxed a little when I saw that the man was wearing Camelot's colours. Despite first impressions, I've found that the local knights are fairly nice, for the most part.
"Um," I gulped a little, "I'm helping Merlin with the Prince's armour."
The ridiculously tall curly blond gave me a small grin and replied, "It is right over here," as he led me towards a spot at the back of the room.
"Awesome, thanks," I replied, offering a small smile.
"No problem, miss," he responded gently. "My name is Sir Leon, if you ever need help with anything else."
"Thanks. I'm Astra," I answered and offered a hand for a shake but, as Gaius had done upon meeting me, the man took it gently and placed a kiss on the back of it. I tried not to grimace at the unpleasant feeling and gave him another forced smile, then watched as he left the room while wiping my hand on my jeans.
Letting out a puff, I began to gather Arthur's gear. I had to put the chest thingy and the helmet on myself so that I would be able to carry everything upstairs in a single trip. The darn metal pieces were heavy, making me question how knights can move so gracefully with them on. But, then again, they're big, muscle-y men.
As I made my way outside the room, I noticed a red flash coming from a corner, which caused me to halt as a frown formed on my face. I glanced around, wondering what object in the middle ages could emit a red light. I noticed a yellow shield with three green snakes painted on it. The light seemed to be coming from it – from one of the snakes' eyes, which appeared to be blinking. I slowly walked closer to it, tilting my head as I tried to understand what was happening.
