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
⏳February, 506 AD
The friendly guard Louis was the noble soul who accompanied me on my quest the next day.
We rode out to Mr. Potter's farm at first light, arriving there within an hour. The breeder was more than happy to grant my request – in exchange for a generous amount, which I was even happier to cover. With money that Arthur gave me for it before I left. Isn't he the best?!
Once the deal was made, Louis and I returned to Camelot to get the rest of the horses – a herd of about fifty, which proved to be very chaotic to lead, but we managed it nonetheless and got them all the way to Mr. Potter's property. Once there, I helped the man and his workers to get the horses settled inside a couple of paddocks that they were given.
In an outrageous twist of events, Louis tried to convince me to stay in the farm until the attack was over. Apparently, Arthur had asked him to keep me away until then – to keep me safe, or whatever. He can be such a jerk sometimes! Obviously, the plan didn't work out for them and I began the on-foot journey back to Camelot against the guard's protests.
May I bring up bicycles again? These people seriously need to be more creative!
My feet were almost dragging as the castle finally came into view late at night. I perked up at the sight and straightened up as I scanned the area. Then my stomach dropped when I noticed some smoke rising up from somewhere near the building.
Louis and I shared a concerned glance before speeding up into a jog.
Faint shouts and screams could be heard. My heart began to race erratically and I sped up even more.
As we got closer to the marvellous building, I noticed some torn down and scorched homes in the lower town. There was a mess in the streets, with carelessly discarded baskets, scattered food, remnants of fires... and, worst of all, the dead bodies of knights from both our and Cenred's armies. I felt a pang in my chest as tears formed in my eyes. I still can't believe Morgana!
The screams intensified. I heard the clanging of swords. Then a big boom.
I squinted as I gazed ahead at the castle walls, and my heart nearly stopped from fear when I saw the foreign knights that surrounded them and tried to scale them like the zombies in 'World War Z' when they attacked Jerusalem.
Louis and I instinctively hid behind a partly torn house.
"How do we get in?" I asked in a whisper. "They'll be on top of us before we can even say 'hello'!"
"I am not sure, my lady. I was supposed to keep you away," the guard responded with a look of disapproval that caused me to roll my eyes.
I swallowed thickly as I looked around, my eyes scanning the dead soldiers on the ground. Sticking with the topic of zombies, my brain spilled out an image of Rick Grimes and Glenn Rhee covered in zombie guts as they wandered the streets of Atlanta in search of their van; and an idea started to form.
