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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📍 Somewhere in medieval Britain
⏳ March, 505 AD
I remember when a squirrel somehow got into the farmhouse once and my Uncle struggled for hours until he finally managed to catch it by putting food inside a cardboard box and waiting until it finally got in; then he released the animal outside.
I shouldn't even try to speculate upon how Hengist's minions managed to get a freaking wilddeoren inside the fortress. All I know is that there is a high chance that it might eat my friends.
In a flash, Arthur leaped over the metal bars that separated the enclosure from the rest of the room and landed smoothly inside. Almost like an Olympic gymnast. Merlin and I exchanged a stunned look.
The crowd did not seem amused by the developments as the Prince handed a sword to Lancelot, and they moved closer to the cage with gasps and unintelligible shouts. The wilddeoren started to back all three humans into a corner and my heart-rate accelerated even more.
"What do we do?" I asked my best friend in a whisper as my eyes scanned my surroundings for any way to help out. I mean, I can't really use the sword that Arthur gave me and I'll never be able to make the leap into the cage.
A chubby bald man suddenly pulled out a crossbow and aimed it at the Prince. Merlin was quick to use his magic to make a chandelier fall on top of him before I could warn anyone and I raised my eyebrows in slight amusement before going back to scanning the room for any way to get to our friends.
"Astra! Merlin!" I heard Arthur call out, sounding alarmed.
"Come on," my best friend said as he tapped my arm and he promptly moved to give me a leg-up. I gave him a wary look, but didn't argue as I allowed him to give me a boost in height so that I could reach the top of the cage and pull myself over it.
I ungracefully stumbled as I let myself drop inside and my arm barely escaped the wilddeoren's tusks as Arthur swiftly moved me behind him. I gave Gwen a little forced smile when our eyes connected for a second.
I can't believe I almost came here by myself!
Note to self: never, ever forget to bring my bow again. And maybe get some self-defence lessons. And learn how to climb things that aren't trees. And stay on Arthur's good side, or he'll probably feed me to the beast next time.
Merlin was soon standing between our two brave warriors, serving as a third human shield for Gwen and I.
I felt slightly dazed, my senses overheated by the angry shouts of Hengist's sea of men, and the chaos going on as Lancelot and Arthur fought to keep the wilddeoren back, and the slight ringing in my ears, and the racing of my heart.
In the midst of it all, I couldn't help but feel bad for the animal. It was a victim of circumstances as much as Gwen was.
"The tunnel! That is our only chance!" Arthur called out as he gestured towards – guess! – a tunnel that I only then realised was connected to the cage. That must be how the bandits transport wilddeoren.
