Aurora Ambrosius and her brother, Merlin, journeyed to the large kingdom known as Camelot. After learning of their destiny, her and Merlin live their days trying to save the Prince of Camelot, Arthur Pendragon's life. When feelings, arranged marriag...
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In the early morning following a late night of reading, Aurora was, rather rudely awoken by her brother, Merlin. He was fully dressed with a satchel over his shoulder and a spear in his hand.
"Field trip!" He called, pointing to a neat pile of freshly washed clothing on the table at the end of her bed. Aurora groaned, pulling the sheets over her head.
And that, exactly that, was how the young witch had ended up wandering through the woods at who knows what time in the morning, shivering in a thin jacket, followed by a group of red cloaked men. All of which holding weapons.
"Not that this isn't my favourite pass time on a morning where I could be still curled up in a warm bed, but what are we actually doing out here?" Aurora whispered, being quickly shushed by a passing knight.
"You shush." She replied, still grouchy over her early awakening. Arthur let slip a smile as he glanced back at her, covering it up quickly.
"Hunting." He replied, crouching in the noisy leaves beside him. Merlin looked around in a panicked manner, clutching his satchel with white knuckles. Arthur asked for his spear, causing Merlin to, in a true Merlin fashion, hit the bush and drop it.
The Prince gave him a dead-pan glare, snatching the spear from Merlin's hands and looking back in the direction of the rustling leaves.
"Do you have any natural talents, Merlin?" Aurora stifled a laugh as she dropped to her knees beside her brother.
"No. Let me think. I'm not naturally rude or insensitive." Merlin replied quietly, and Aurora rolled her eyes.
"Just naturally irritating." The witch and the Prince spoke in unison, casting each other a flustered look before turning away with pink cheeks. The group advanced, quite noisily, after Arthur, Aurora spinning the sword in her grip.
Many guards had given her amused or pitying looks when she had taken one, yet a quick spar with their second best fighter had them looking the other way. Men.
A faint roar echoed through the cool mist that swam between the tree trunks, stopping them in their tracks. Aurora bit back a shiver.
"It's probably more scared of you than you are of it." Arthur was looking back at her brother's shaking figure, and the witch huffed.
The Prince activated a command with his hands, sending the guards around separate ways of the forest and keeping the siblings with him. Before them jumped out the creature they were searching for.
Aurora's jaw dropped. The creature was just that. With the head of a snake, a forked tongue hanging from its jaws, and a spotted body of what Aurora assumed to be a cheetah or some kind of cat, the witch instantly looked to magic for the source.
The creature stood right above Arthur, and, upon him turning around, caused him to drop the spear in his hands and run, followed by the guards. Aurora kept a tight grip on her sword as she looked back over her shoulder.
