"Retsam ym hcout ot serad ohw?" The figure asks.
"Uh... what?" Jack asks.
"Retsam ym hcout ot serad ohw?" It asks again.
(Who dares to touch my master?(
"Any idea what it's saying??" Arthur asks.
"I... I think so." Hans says.
"Resolc yna emoc t'nod." It warns.
(Don't come any closer.)
It reaches out his hand and shoots lightning out. Hans grabs his pan and blocks the lightning. But the impact was enough to knock him back. The figure looks around. It draws back. Arthur takes out his sword. I grab his hand.
"Let me try something." I say.
I walk forward.
"I don't know if you know me but trust me, I'd never hurt Merlin." I say.
It cocks its head.
"Please, he needs help and maybe you can help him as well." I say.
"Mih pleh ot dnuob ma I." It screeches.
(I am bound to help him)
"Okay. I'll take that as a yes." I say walking forward.
Its eyes narrow.
"Please let me help you save him." I say.
"Em fo hsiw uoy od tahw?" It asks.
(What do you wish of me?)
"You can start telling us the bloody truth." Arthur says.
"Llew yerv." It says.
(Very well)
It turns and picks up Merlin.
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FantasyI can't believe I only have one Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs. So, I decided to change all that. 5,000 years ago, the demon general Maziroath created a dark curse after the entire demon army tried to take over Fairy Tale Island. The curse was said...
