so I've kind of just joined the Merlin fandom. I know, I'm not late at all, but all this thinking about whats happened in the story so far, has lead to me thinking 'what if i was in this magnificent show that makes me want to cry every time i hear about medieval history' even though half of the codes and conventions in that story are false. however its awesomeness makes up for that so i present to you for your entertainment 'One Drunk Night'...
"and we'll never be royals." The still half-drunk now 18 year old ginger sang walking over a stone bridge, while her two companions mockingly sang "Royals." in their best drunk, opera voices. They giggled and swayed, bumping into each other and falling over with the song stuck in their heads. Her first of two companions, Serena Oracle was particularly short with long auburn hair, olive skin and gum leaf green eyes; which the girls second companion a boy that went by the name of Artemis Occult jokingly called koala vomit and then would proceed to run and hide in a closet for two hours. He had black wavy hair, creamy skin and electric blue eyes. The ring leader (or on this occasion lead "singer") Serenity Callow on this particular occasion had taken the three of them down to the pub to accompany one of the shittiest celebrations on earth: her birthday. She hated birthdays, particularly for the main reason a group of people were celebrating one year closer to her death (not that nobody had never done that every other day of the week) and it reminded her of the "gifts" she was born with. Though eighteen seemed to be the worst age she had the misfortune to experience. Eighteen came with adulthood and responsibilities and a heap of rules and guide lines that she would never use. Serenity was never really worried about getting in trouble, she had gotten used to it in all the years she had gone to schools. On her first experience she found that teachers threatening to call non-existent parents would have no result on the other end of the phone line, and that her trouble got no further than the principal's office and to a couple of useless foster parents that were only in the job for the money. Though there was one responsible person whom the whole time was alive actually cared about her, and just happened to be running up the road to assess the damage that she hopefully if he (just by the lucky chance) had got there in time to stop it. His name was Merlin and by the looks of him, everybody guessed he was over a couple of hundred years old but still managed to run when he saw her drunk. How sweet.
"you know, Merlin, Marlin, Marylyn, Meredith, Medusa?" she slurred in her drunk stupor "I don't see what's even wrong with magic. It's beautiful," she said summoning a blue glowing whirlpool in the river below "I mean look at that. Isn't it Be-a-U-ti-fal?" she said pointing at the portal.
"serenity you fix that right now before someone gets hurt!" merlin demanded, no matter how old he was, he was still as energetic as a live wire.
"okay." She giggled and stumbled her way over to the side of the wall where she dramatically put the back of her palm to her head dramatically leaning back "catch me." She said drunkly as she fell over the edge, uttering "oopsies." On the way down and was engulfed into the whirlpool.
Her two companions whooped and laughed before eventually jumping over the edge and joining her and screaming something poet like "candy mountain, Charlie." As they two were engulfed with the portal shrinking shut behind them. Merlin wasn't worried, in fact right at that moment he figured out the connection of the dots.
