Fantasy world

There were too many of them and someone was making too much noise, most of the beasts had certainly escaped elsewhere since apart from a few useless birds there was no prey worthy of note. Or at least that's what Honey thought, until she saw some fresh deer footprints on the soft ground, following them she found a beautiful animal, tall and with big horns. He pointed the already loaded crossbow at the prey, took aim well and fired the dart. The shot went off but it was not enough and the deer began to run scared...

Sarah saw Merlin tastefully laugh at that scene, even though he tried not to be noticed, perhaps fearing a punishment from his master. Eventually, she got infected, and they both found themselves having to hide behind the weapons table to avoid their laughter. Sarah thought that Merlin was handsome when he laughed. "Well, you know how to get away with it, I have to admit that," he heard Arthur say, "you must have had a good weapons master in Tyrosh." "Oh yes, the internet is a resourceful teacher,"...

He saw her giggle as he carelessly got up from the bed and headed for the trunk in which he had placed the armor and the weapons that Gwaine had procured for her a couple of days before. You or the other opponents? Would it be too humiliating for strong riders to be beaten by a weak little woman? Or do you believe that I cannot be worthy of participating in the tournament as a woman? As he spoke he had taken to casually wearing appropriate clothes at that time, without being upset by the presence of the two boys...

Sarah Another day had begun and the two girls were still in Camelot. Every night she closed her eyes, Sarah thought, with a mixture of fear and hope, that she would wake up in her bed and discover that this adventure had all been a dream. Being in Camelot for her and her sister was a dream come true, but they could not ignore having a life in their century. I wonder if someone had noticed their disappearance and was desperately looking for them, or if the weather had been suspended at the moment when they had been catapulted back and no one would have noticed their absence...

"Honey? Honey wake up, damn it! ». Her sister's voice calling her and her hands shaking her gave her an annoying feeling of déjà vu, only this time she was pretty sure she had a pillow under her head instead of dry leaves and dirt. "Go yourself and let me sleep" it was not his habit to address that way to his sister so much, but after having spent most of the night in a medieval tavern, drinking cider with knights and people of all kinds, gone to that country was most likely his sense of decency...

The solution to his problems came unexpectedly, just then. A sudden shouting just below the window distracted her from her thoughts: a group of knights was heading towards the low city, chatting animatedly. He recognized the voice of Gwaine, who shouted something about how happy he was to finally be able to go to the tavern after the umpteenth day of patrolling the woods around Camelot. Of course, Gwaine. If he understood the type he could be the solution to all his problems. In a hurry he put on...

Honey L'aria notturna di Camelot era fresca e, al contrario di quello che ci si sarebbe aspettati stando all'interno si una città fortificata, profumava di natura. Honey chiuse gli occhi, lasciandosi cullare dal profumo di alberi e umidità che una leggera brezza estiva aveva portato alla finestra su cui lei era comodamente seduta, con la gamba sinistra piegata e il piede poggiato sul davanziog il gale da la gamba destra invece dondolava pigramente nel vuoto che separava la finestra dalla cittadella...

Sarah Sarah walked quickly, passing several corridors several times and entering the numerous rooms, to see if her sister was in one of those, in the labyrinthine castle - with Merlin trying to keep up with her, not without some effort. "My Lady, calm down, you will see that your sister will return soon". Meanwhile, the rain increased and the girl didn't want the twin to catch a cold. Honey was big and vaccinated, and surely in that situation, she could get away with much better than she would have done, but that didn't stop her from worrying anyway...

Afferrò il cappuccio e se lo calò fin sopra gli occhi, dopodiché si lasciò scivolare contro il muro fino a sedersi a terra, le ginocchia al petto e la testa calata su di esse. Non aveva parlato a nessuno dei suoi strani sogni e di quei suoi desideri al limite della follia, nemmeno con Sarah, aveva paura di star impazzendo ma non voleva che qualcuno confermasse i suoi timori, preferiva ignorare tutto finché le fosse stato Ipossia. In realtà se non fosse finita anche Sarah con lei a Camelot avrebbe probabilmente creduto di starsi immaginando tutto e quindi di essere definitivamente impazzita...

Honey Under the violent rain that continued to soak her cloak and the tunic that Merlin had kindly lent her, Honey crossed the drawbridge to re-enter the walls of Camelot, the high leather boots made a thud against the wood due to the mud whose soles were impregnated. She had left early that morning, shortly after dawn, sick of tossing and turning in her bed, prey to insomnia and nightmares that assailed her as soon as she could fall asleep. She had retraced the path she and Sarah had made the previous...

Sarah "Thank you, my lord, for dinner. It was all delicious," said Sarah as the various servants cleared the table. Merlin headed for his master but he raised his hand. "Take care of Lady Sarah, I'll take care of George," so the raven prepared to follow his orders. "Thank you so much for you," said Sarah with a smile. Merlin lowered his eyes, blushing to the tips of his ears, and bowed his head slightly, "It's just my job. "Helena and Johnny have already fixed your beds. Merlin will take you back to your rooms...

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Merlin asked. Honey smiled reassuringly, "No way, don't worry," he said. After all, he had no intention of having one of the two sides of the coin executed... let alone the one that was probably the most important. The silver chalice was cold against her lips, and the wine inside had a strong and sour taste that she didn't mind. Her sister was clearly of a completely different opinion because after briefly smelling it she gave her an alarmed glance as if to ask her if it was polite or not to ask for simple water since she did not drink...