The one where Bandits are stressful
They ran – as fast as their bone-tired, sleep-derived, food-lacking legs could carry them – they ran.
What had begun as a typical hunting trip ended up being a typical bandit cat and mouse chase. Typically, they were the mice.
Arthur hated mice.
For a fraction of a second, he glanced back. Good, Gwaine and Merlin are still behind him, running for their sorry butts. Honestly, Arthur blames Gwaine. Had it not been for his obnoxious attitude, the bandits would have not been alerted of their presence.
"I found something," Arthur had whispered to the other two. This was approximately twenty minutes ago, when the hunting part of their 'hunting trip' still existed. "Be very quiet; I think it's a deer."
With two nods signalling they understood his instructions, the three of them slowly stepped towards the deer. Unfortunately, once they were close enough, they realised the deer had already been shot. And its hunter was standing merely few feet away.
Bandits! "Bandits!" Arthur's mind and Gwaine's voice screamed at the same time. Honestly, did this man ever know when to shut up?
Before he had a chance to verbally abuse Gwaine, twenty bandits flocked in front – like predators circling their prey. Arthur, Prince of Camelot, had no intention of being prey.
"Run!"
And hence, he was reduced to the status of a mouse.
Honestly, how many bandits does forest hide?!
Thank you guys for taking the time to read!
This is sort of a way of venting my exam stress. Whenever I need to get work done, little ideas such as this form in my head – and they don't stop bugging me! It's kind of my way of dealing with it.
I don't own Merlin. BBC does.
