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
⏳May, 505 AD
Night turned into day and I felt fairly exhausted as Dallas and I trekked through the forest behind Arthur and next to Merlin. The wind was cool, despite the slightly warm climate, which allowed me to comfortably keep a hoodie on – something that's unthinkable in Texas and always earned me a bunch of weird looks. Multiple birds chirped around us, and I found the sound only slightly soothing as my stomach continued to churn thanks to my brain's ideas of what might be waiting for us when we find Morgause.
Arthur halted Bronze at a fork in the road, his eyes darting between the two possible paths ahead as he frowned a little.
"Which way?" Merlin questioned. The Prince remained silent while he continued to contemplate our limited options. "Do you actually know where we are going?" my friend pressed.
"It is this way," Arthur stated while pointing to the left side and he nudged Bronze onwards, but the equine didn't move. "Come on," the Prince said while trying again, but the horse still refused. "What is wrong with this horse?! He is even dumber than you, Merlin!"
"Dude, chill," I scolded. "Don't be mean to Bronzey."
Bronze suddenly turned towards the path to the right and began to walk without any commands, resisting the tugs on the bridle as Arthur tried to turn him back around.
"Where are you going? I thought you said it was left!" Merlin called out to the Prince.
"It is not me! It is Bronze!" Arthur called back.
"Oh, well," I sighed. "Walk on," I told Dallas, and he obeyed without a second thought, following after Bronze.
"Morgause told me, 'when the time comes, you will know your way,'" Arthur noted.
My eyes widened in realisation. Uther was right! She's a witch! Oh, crap, this stupid quest just keeps getting worse!
Merlin and Falcon soon caught up with us and the former gave me an annoyed look, likely thinking the same thing I was. I puffed and dropped my body forwards onto Dallas's withers, closing my eyes as I decided to rest for a little bit. I know that I can trust him not to run off, or something; or I wouldn't ride him with just a neck-rope.
"What if Morgause challenges you to do something you do not want to do?" Merlin suddenly asked, causing me to straighten up as I looked at Arthur expectantly.
"I am not expecting it to be easy, Merlin," the Prince responded, sounding slightly annoyed. "That is why it is called a challenge."
"So you would do anything she asks of you?" my best friend pressed on, sending a wary glance my way.
I gulped as a heavy realisation crashed into my mind – Morgause might not be looking to kill Arthur! What if she's hoping to become the next Queen of Camelot? Does she want some Pendragon babies? What if she's also a time-traveller and wants to send Arthur to, like, 1944 and have him help the Nazis? What if Arthur's mom never truly died and she's keeping her hostage and wants to exchange her for him? What if–
