𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖜𝖔
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: From trolls to dragons to foreign princesses, Astraea Aphelion grows stronger as she
continues to navigate medieval Britain using her wit and heart, standing unshaken beside Merlin and Arthur as they face every threa...
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📍 Camelot
⏳ March, 505 AD
I smirked to myself as Dallas slowly creeped up behind Bronze – who was leading the three-unit cavalry along with Arthur – and I whispered a soft "Go", causing my horse to speed up with a mighty push of his hind-quarters. He easily blazed past the other horse and I giggled at the Prince's unintelligible protests as the Thoroughbred and I galloped ahead.
"You do not even know where to go!" Arthur whined as he and Bronze caught up with us.
"Oh, is this the wrong way?" I questioned.
"No..."
"Toodles!" I sent him a wink and prompted my horse to go even faster, relishing in the feeling of his thundering strides sending electrical impulses through the Earth, and the soft wind caressing my face, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
About a minute later, I decided that Dallas could use a breather and I slowed him down into a trot, then into a walk; and I turned my head to find Arthur and Bronze nearing us. Then I frowned when I realised that I couldn't see Merlin and I halted my horse. A second later, a riderless Falcon cantered past Bronze and slowed down to nip at a patch of grass.
My heart froze for a moment and I felt the colour drain out of my face. "Where's Merls?" I questioned the Prince, who was already looking around with a concerned frown on his features.
I moved Dallas towards Falcon and grabbed the latter's reins before prompting both horses into a canter once more as I retraced the path. Arthur and Bronze were quick to follow.
No more than a minute passed before I found my best friend, sitting criss-cross on the ground with a defeated and slightly dazed look on his face. A bit of tension dissipated from my body at seeing that he wasn't visibly injured, but I still felt anxious. "Dude – what the hell happened?!" I asked.
"I must have fallen asleep," he responded in a mumble. I gave him a sympathetic look. I can't blame him for being tired – I am, too. We've been on the road for some fifteen hours and haven't stopped to rest once. "Ugh, I am exhausted," he added with a groan.
Arthur moved Bronze to stand beside Dallas and, before I could fully process his intentions, he'd turned his canteen upside down and splashed water all over the sorcerer, who jolted and gasped.
"Thank you, I feel so much better," Merlin said sarcastically. Water dripped from his hair as he lazily stood up.
"What the heck is wrong with you!?" I yelled at Arthur.
"Guinevere's life is at stake!" he snarled in response. "We cannot afford to waste a second!"
Merlin's eyes widened in realisation and he hurried to get back on Falcon.
