Welcome to my one-shot collection, Madness in Camelot. Yeah. An actual one-shot collection. However, I only write when I have sudden bursts of inspiration. So expect slow updates.
I mean, they're not great or anything, but I guess the only thing that can improve my writing is practice. And reviews!
Title of this One-Shot (Which is More like a Drabble): Dèjá Vous; or, In Which Arthur Fulfils a Hunting Ritual
Summary: Arthur can sense that he has done it before.
Word count: 188
Hunting was always a weird affair.
Probably all the princes in the world hunted, but Arthur felt like he was getting the short end of the stick. For one, he had terrible manservant who managed to scare everything away – just over an hour ago, Arthur found himself perfectly distanced to shoot a deer, but being the incompetent fool that Merlin was, he managed to sneeze the exact moment he released the bolt from the crossbow.
But now he found himself fighting about seven bandits at once. And Merlin was out of sight, possibly cowering behind a tree.
The tree that stood beside them emitted a crack. Arthur took a step a back, as though he did this every other day. A heavy branch that he had thought to have no chance of breaking was falling to the forest floor with considerable force.
But there was one problem – there were seven bandits blocking the branch's path to the wet ground.
Needless to say, it didn't bode well for the bandits.
Arthur, however, didn't feel surprised at all. He felt like this happened every hunting trip. Much like dèjá vous.