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...