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
⏳ April, 504 AD
Dallas and I returned from a peaceful morning ride to find an agitated-looking Merlin leaning against the white fence of my horse's paddock.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I questioned.
He frowned, "You did not hear the warning bells?"
I tilted my head, "Well, no, we were away."
He huffed and glanced around nervously for a few seconds, then he motioned for me to come closer.
I hopped off my Thoroughbred and loosened his girth before moving to stand next to the sorcerer.
"Astra, I broke the law," he revealed in a whisper.
My eyes widened, "What? Without me? Rude!"
"This is a serious matter," he scolded.
"A seerioos mattah, chew say?" I repeated, mocking his accent.
"Astra!" he groaned.
"Sorry," I sighed. "What did you do?"
"A druid man and a boy were shopping in the citadel. Uther found out and sent the army after them, and they captured the man, but the boy escaped and I helped him," he explained in a whisper. "He is safe with Morgana and Gwen, for the time being, but he was injured during the chase."
I looked down as I felt my heart churning. "Oh shoot, poor kid," I mumbled. I mentally prayed that this man he'd been with, presumably his father or guardian, wasn't the only person in his life. I can't imagine what would've become of me if Gustab and Kelly hadn't taken me in... "I'm gonna talk to Uther," I stated decisively as I moved to untack Dallas.
"Do you think he will listen?" Merlin asked nervously.
"I doubt it, but I have to at least try," I replied with a shrug.
I led my horse into his paddock and then began making my way towards the castle. "Good luck!" Merlin called after me. I turned around and gave him a mock salute before continuing.
"Hey, Lee," I addressed Sir Leon as I came across him in the corridor. "Where's Uther?"
"Hello, my Lady," he greeted and I huffed at the title. "He is in the Council Chamber."
"Cool. Thanks, buddy," I gave him a small grin before jogging up to said room.
An upset-looking Arthur exited just as I reached the door. He looked down at me and sighed in a deflated manner before saying, "Do not bother, he will not change his mind about the execution."
My stomach twisted into knots at the prospect of seeing someone being executed again, and I frowned and tilted my head as I analysed the Prince, feeling stunned that he had apparently tried to talk his father out of killing the druid man. He has a kind heart when he wants to, doesn't he?
