Another random oneshot for you xD
Why am I writing so much lately when I usually publish two(ish) stories a month? I hear you ask, well I don't know either…
"So you're supposed to be this hotshot sorcerer? Go on then, prove it. Do something magical!"
'Do something magical'? He was supposed to just 'do something magical'? Did Arthur not know that the raw, undiluted power within him could be shaped, moulded, modelled into anything… everything? There was no limit to what he was capable of. And he was supposed to 'do something magical'.
How thick could the prince get? It was like being asked to say something – anything – and not having a clue what you were supposed to say.
Although, he knew exactly what to say now.
"Prat."
Blimey, for someone who's not keen on drabbles I have written a lot of them havent I?
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