Author's note: YAY! My first story is up!
Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin, I'm just borrowing it for a while!
Dear Diar- I mean Journal... it's journal because I'M A MAN!
If I had 3 wishes right now, I would wish for sleep, more sleep and a list of people that got away with killing the Crown Prince of Camelot.
I am tired, cold, sick and sore all over and I have now decided that I absolutely hate hunting trips. Normally their alright. It's usually a bit of, walking, carrying stuff and trying to decipher what the heck Arthur's trying to signal by pointing 2 fingers and twirling it around a bit. But today, was very, very different.
The arrow had landed in the river. How the arrow landed in the river when Arthur shot it, I'll never know. However, Arthur then asked me to fetch the arrow from the river.
"Merlin, go jump into a freezing cold river that's infested with who knows what kinds of fish and fetch my arrow which was obviously caught in a breeze because I would never shoot an arrow in to a river." he asked.
And so, like the diligent servant I was, I went to fetch the arrow. Unfortunately, water in the dead of winter that hasn't frozen up yet is always much colder that what you expect it would be. So here I sit with a burning fever, a runny nose and a huge headache all thanks to Arthur.
I swear one of these days, I'm going to march up to that arrogant prat and say "I quit, your Royal pratness!" I would then walk away leaving a gobsmacked Arthur standing in my wake. He would then run after me begging me to come back to his service.
"Oh please Merlin, I'm so sorry that I was such an ass to you! I never meant it!" He would plead with me, "Please come back because without you my mentally challenged self will perish because I won't know how to feed myself and do up a single button on my shirts!"
Obviously, in reality that would never happen, because in reality it would go something like...
"I quit, your Royal Pratness!" I would yell, head-strong and firm. Arthur would then stare at me like I was some sort of scientific specimen and slowly I would become less and less head-strong and firm.
"You want to what Merlin?" He would sneer and then raise an eyebrow. Then because I would most probably be holding an armful of his armour that he has asked, no wait, forced me to clean, I would drop it all smashing to the ground to create a more dramatic atmosphere. After my act of defiance Arthur would most probably laugh in my face, tell me to pick it up and then casually add that I now had an afternoon date with the stocks.
Life just isn't fair.
So, what did you guys think? Love it? Hate it? Well, please review! And yes I know, I have a habit of typing extremely long sentences that take a while to understand what I'm saying.
Perhaps I should continue this one-shot... who knows.