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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📍 Camelot
⏳June, 505 AD
The next morning, I went downstairs to have breakfast with Gaius and Merlin. Unfortunately, my best friend wasn't home; but I was happy to hang out with the physician and I helped him prepare some distant relative of french toast and a pot of coffee before we settled down to eat.
I daily curse myself for not having thought to bring peanuts from the future, because oh, how I miss peanut butter!
"Astraea?" Gaius called my attention after some minutes. I hummed in response. "Was Merlin the one who freed the druid girl?"
Dang, I hate lying to my surrogate grandpa, but it has to be done – "Nope. We wanted to, but someone beat us to it."
"Do you know who?"
I shrugged, "If I did, I wouldn't tell ya'."
"She could be dangerous," he replied while giving me a look of disapproval.
"The same thing would be said of Merls n' I if people knew the truth about us," I countered.
The discussion wasn't allowed to continue because the warning bells began to ring. Gaius casted me a cautionary look and he hastened to get out of the apartment; so, naturally, I followed. A guard in the corridor informed him that Uther needed his input about something in the lower town, and I tagged along, curiosity getting the best of me.
We found a crowd gathered around a spot in an alleyway, which was being contained by some knights. We pushed past them and I really wished I'd stayed back when my eyes landed on two people, who laid on the ground with their intestines inside out and blood pooling around them. I instantly gasped and slapped a hand over my eyes while my stomach twisted and threatened to return the half toast I'd eaten minutes earlier.
"Astraea!" I heard Arthur's voice, which sounded alarmed. A moment later, his safe arms enveloped my body and I was drawn to his warm chest, which aided in shielding my sight. "You should not be here," he stated.
"Yeah, I get that," I responded in a mumble. "What the heck happened?"
"I think they have been killed by some kind of wild animal," Gaius noted.
"Have your men been able to track the creature?" I tensed up at the sound of Uther's grave voice.
Oh, crap. Arthur and I are so busted! But I don't wanna move away from him and have to look at the bodies, so I'll just deal with the consequences later...
"Well, that is the strange thing," Arthur responded, his chest vibrating against me with each word, "because the ground is soft, obviously a bear or wolf would leave some mark. But there are no tracks."
"Then what are these?" the physician asked. I suppose he must've spotted some tracks, but I didn't dare to uncover my eyes to try to see what he was referring to.
