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
⏳ March, 504 AD
I tilted my head and narrowed my eyes as I leant against a pillar in the throne room while I examined the two strangers that stood some metres away from me. One was a normal-looking man, perhaps a decade older than Uther judging from his fully white hair and beard; and the other a girl who appeared to be a bit older than myself (though I've always been told that I look younger than I am, so who knows?). She was fairly pretty, with long curly auburn hair, turquoise eyes, porcelain skin, and tall cheekbones.
What caught my attention the most, however, were the fancy staffs they each held. The man's reminded me a bit of Loki's sceptre in 'The Avengers', due to a glowing blue stone that sat at the top, and the connection made me uneasy.
Arthur and Merlin had brought the pair in after finding them – allegedly lost – while they had been out on a hunt.
"So, who are y'all?" I asked, growing impatient that the King was taking so long to make his appearance. Speaking of the devil, though, he appeared at the door just as I finished talking.
"Astraea, please. I ask the questions here," he scolded with a stern look as he moved to sit on his throne. I snorted. "Who are you two?" he then turned to the man and woman. I crossed my arms as I waited for a response.
"My name is Aulfric, heir to Tír-Mór," the man answered. I grinned, thinking that his name's kinda funny. It sounds like a chemical compound. A mix of sulphur and gold. "This is my daughter, Sophia."
"You are a long way from home," Uther noted while raising his eyebrows. "What brings you to Camelot?"
"Our home was sacked by raiders and we barely escaped with what few possessions we could carry," the man explained.
I narrowed my eyes at him again. You would think that something as notorious as a couple of royals getting sacked would be widespread news, by now. Then again, CNN won't exist for another fourteen centuries or so...
My gaze strayed towards Sophia, who was very obviously looking at Arthur with an intense look in her eyes. It made me instantly dislike her, though I couldn't tell why. It's not like I've never acknowledged that the Prince is good-looking. But her stare was coupled with something beyond simple contemplation. It reminded me of the way in which a dog eyes a piece of meat.
"These are dangerous times," the King noted with a sympathetic look, his words making me return my attention to the two men. "What will you do?"
"We travel west to Caerleon, where we have family and, I hope, a new life," Aulfric responded.
"You must stay here a while, break your journey. A noble family like yours is always welcome in Camelot," Uther assured them. Aulfric and Sophia shared a grin.
