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
⏳April, 507 AD
"Oh! You little jerk!" I exclaimed in between chuckles as Phoenix tackled Aithusa and snatched the stuffed bear I'd thrown across the field. Merlin laughed along with me.
As it turns out, baby dragons enjoy playing fetch.
Phoenix seemed to smirk as he raced his sister back to where my brother and I stood.
"You know, he reminds me of Arthur," the sorcerer noted as he retrieved the stuffed bear from the dragon's little clawed hands and flung it away once more. I smiled as the babies half-ran-half-skipped as they chased it. Then I turned to my best friend with a frown, wondering what he meant. "He is also a bully," he explained.
I bursted out laughing. "Sure, but Finny's cute, so he gets a free pass," I replied with a shrug.
"Is that not also why you give Arthur a free pass?" Merlin questioned with a teasing grin and a gentle nudge to my side.
I frowned at him, "Free pass? Wasn't he the one pulling jam from his hair all day?"
The two of us laughed again.
My idea to befriend George had worked out beautifully, though not quite in the way I'd expected it to. The guy is basically the servant version of a 'teacher's pet'. And, surprisingly, he is willing to help Merlin and I play all the pranks we want as long as he gets to look good in comparison afterwards. My best friend had suddenly been eager to join my shenanigans as a way to get revenge on Arthur for him trying to punish us. And with those revelations about the servant – which meant that my brother wouldn't have to clean up a thing – we had hastened to re-arrange the crossbow booby trap with the jam-filled plastic bag. It hadn't been long before Arthur had fallen victim to it and we'd had to flee the castle to avoid his rage while George rushed in to his rescue. It was so worth it! Especially because I'd managed to catch the moment on camera!
That leads to why Merlin and I are out camping near the dragons' cave for the night.
My eyes widened when, this time, Aithusa tackled Phoenix and stole the bear from him. "Attagirl!" I cheered proudly as she rushed back towards us.
Her brother recovered quickly from her attack and leaped as he tried to get to her. My jaw dropped when he managed to keep himself suspended in the air for a few seconds. He was starting to learn how to fly! Then he face-planted some two metres away from Aithusa, who finally reached Merlin and I.
The sorcerer gently rubbed her little head in praise for her victory while I ran to check on Phoenix.
The little dragon appeared stunned, but otherwise unharmed. He climbed onto my lap when I kneeled down next to him. I winced at how his claws dug into my thighs, but didn't protest and instead shifted to sit criss-cross so that he could lay down comfortably. His amber-coloured eyes hesitantly looked up at me – he seemed almost embarrassed, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
