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
I animatedly sang Styx's 'Renegade' as the team walked down a grassy hill that leads to a forest in the middle of which stands 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 did eventually dry 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 rest as he moved decisively towards the building.
"Do we have a plan, yet?" I asked him in a whisper as I linked my arm with his.
"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 Merlin and I walked close to the knights again. I was sternly told to shut up my singing, so my entertainment now lies 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 when Percival suddenly howled in pain. My eyes widened as I turned towards him and found an arrow sticking out of his leg. I gulped as a little dizziness tickled my brain 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 rocky wall, though Percival 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 we left the horses...
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.
"Y-you okay, Perci?" I asked.
"Yeah," he croaked out. But, obviously, he's not. He has a darn arrow sticking out of his leg!
"Where is he firing from?" Arthur wondered in a soft tone as he glanced above us.
I looked up, trying to find the aggressor, but the seemingly endless rows of tree branches blocked my view.
