𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝕿𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊
𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: The fate of an entire kingdom rests upon the shoulders of a young woman, the love of her life, and their best friend. Will they be able to find the strength to beat the hardships that come with that responsibility...
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📍 Camelot
⏳February, 507 AD
"The jig is up, the news is out,
"They finally found me,
"The renegade who had it made,
"Retrieved for a bounty,
"Nevermore to go astray,
"This'll be the end today of the wanted man..."
I sang animatedly as we walked down a grassy hill that led to a forest in the middle of which stood a tall rocky tower. And when I say 'tall', I mean tall. Ginormous. The Empire State would crap its pants if it were made to stand next to it. It was completely spectacular.
As expected, the sun had eventually dried out my clothes, and now I was warm enough that I didn't even bother to put my extra layers back on. That, and there's a strange satisfaction in having Arthur carry my jacket. I've finally put the stubborn mule to good use.
I sprinted ahead to catch up with Merlin, who had separated himself a bit from the team as he moved decisively towards the building, obviously eager to get to the egg before anyone and save the dragon.
"Do we have a plan, yet?" I asked him in a whisper as I linked our arms.
"We will have to find a way to split up from them when we get there," he replied in an equally low voice. I nodded in understanding.
Sure, 'cause that's gonna be easy.
Soon, we reached the forest and walked close to the knights again. I'd been sternly told to shut up my singing and my entertainment now laid within the parameters of my own imagination. Such as an inward debate on whether Sherlock Holmes and Scooby-Doo would be friends or enemies if they were forced to work on the same case. I say it would be an enemies-to-besties situation.
My mental crossover movie was interrupted by Percival suddenly howling in pain. My eyes widened as I turned to him and found an arrow sticking out of his leg. I gulped as a little dizziness filled me at the sight of blood.
"Take cover!" Arthur exclaimed, and before I could react, my back was being pressed against a trench wall, the King shielding me with his own body.
The rest of the team followed in pressing up against the walls, though the tallest blond remained on the ground as his injured leg prevented him from standing up.
I jumped with a gasp when an arrow barely missed my head. Maybe I shouldn't have taken off my helmet when I got off Dallas. Another arrow landed at Arthur's feet, causing him to move us further away from what appeared to be the shooter's line of sight.
My heart clenched when I heard Percival groan in pain.
"You okay, Perci?" I called out to him, my voice shaky as I feared for my friends' lives.
