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
⏳ April, 505 AD
"I forgot how much fun this is," I noted with a giggle as I brought down the axe on a fallen tree – not really causing much damage, but I think I get points for trying. "Weird question, but d'ya think this is anything like what executioners feel when they, y'know, execute?"
I looked up to find a horrified look on Merlin's face as he stared at me with wild eyes.
"Just curious, I don't wanna kill anyone," I clarified with a shrug before returning my attention to my task.
"You really are a disturbing person, sometimes," my best friend stated.
"Keeps ya' on your toes," I shot back with a wink.
We got back to chopping down wood in silence for a minute or two, and I let myself get lost in my senses. The sound of the metal colliding with wood, the birds chirping, the leaves on the trees swishing with the passing winds, the smell of bark and raw nature...
"Why does Art want wood, anyways?" I questioned. "It's spring – he doesn't need a fireplace."
"It is not for Arthur, it is for storage," Merlin responded. I quirked an eyebrow, wondering why we're the ones gathering it, then. "I think he just ran out of tasks to give me and anything is better than allowing me to rest," he stated with a sarcastic smile, as if reading my mind.
"You could quit your job," I pointed out. He simply snorted and shook his head before going back to chopping wood. He likes to suffer, I guess.
Once Merlin determined that we had gathered enough wood, we collected it in our arms. I whistled Dallas over (he'd been around grazing while we worked) and the three of us began the lengthy walk back towards the castle.
"We should've brought a basket, or something, to make this easier," I noted when my arms started to grow weary from carrying the logs.
"We could make Dallas carry it..." my best friend proposed.
My jaw dropped as my head snapped towards him, "Dal is not a cargo mule! And he's here to relax, not to do our job!"
"You mean my job," Merlin pointed out. "You did not have to come."
"Oh, well, in that case..." I let all the wood in my arms drop to the ground and giggled at the way in which my best friend's eyes widened in distress. "See ya' later, alligator," I said with a wink and took off jogging through the woods, Dallas following me at an easy trot.
"No, Astra, wait!" the sorcerer whined.
I smirked to myself and halted before turning around, "Yeah?"
"Please help me, I cannot carry all of this back," he responded, giving me a puppy-dog look.
I bursted out laughing and promptly jogged back to pick up everything I'd dropped.
