Author's Note: Um... Hi... I'm really sorry for not updating in forever, but I was really busy with stuff and my computer died and I lost everything that I had written... And even though this story isn't very long it was still hard to write everything again. And then school started and I was swamped with homework, but now I'm on winter break and I managed to finish it. You have no idea how many times I wrote and re-wrote somethings! I also started writing with the intention of having this fic be a bit more serious, but by the end it turned out to be a complete crack fic! XD
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
The next day Arthur woke up to the sound of birds singing. It sounded similar to the tune of one of the songs Gwaine sings when he is drunk, which was quite often. Arthur continued to think, trying to pinpoint exactly what song it reminded him of. He thought that it might be 'Dewdrops and Drunkards', or perhaps it was Gwaine's personal favorite 'The Swaying of Trees and Swooning of Ladies.' No... it had to be 'Song of the Lonely Goatherd', yes that was definitely it.
While Arthur was reminiscing he didn't notice that the birds had gone silent. In fact, the whole forest was silent. However, he was snapped from his thoughts suddenly by a loud battle cry.
The knights jolted from their sleep and grabbed their swords so they were ready to defend, only to find that they were surrounded by bandits.
The bandits rushed the knights but Arthur took a moment to look around and assess the situation, and saw that they were badly outnumbered. They have about thirty-five and we only have six, because Merlin doesn't really count... Speaking of the idiot... Arthur searched the clearing and saw Lancelot run over to Merlin's side. Okay good the idiot is safe, but still, one to six odds isn't that great. How did our patrols even miss a giant campsite filled with bandits?
His thoughts were cut off short as two bandits came up to him. Arthur ducked under the blow of one of them, then spun around and met swords with the second one. The second bandit pulled away and swung at Arthur again. Arthur ducked just in time and thrusted his sword deep into the bandit's chest. He turned around to engage with the first bandit only to find the bandit already crushed under a fallen tree branch.
How convenient, Arthur thought.
Then he sprinted over to help Percival who was fighting off three bandits at once. Arthur made short work out of one of the bandits who had lost his grip on his sword sending it flying all the way across the clearing. Percival and Arthur got back to back and fought off the remaining two that were around them.
"Arthur!" Merlin shouted a warning.
Arthur's head snapped up at the panicked sound of Merlin's voice and he watched as an arrow came barreling towards his chest. He was frozen in shock and couldn't move, but luckily he didn't have to because the arrow suddenly made a nose dive and landed inches from Arthur's feet.
Arthur laughed and called over to Percival, "At least we know that they are lousy with a crossbow, they can't even shoot an arrow with enough power to hit a man!"
Percival just grunted in response as he punched one of the bandits square in the jaw.
Arthur started to make his way over to Gwaine and as he did so he noticed several swords scattered across the clearing and away from their owners. He also noticed multiple fallen branches with bandits underneath them. Arthur muttered to himself, "These trees are really dangerous, always losing their branches..."
But what he didn't notice was the bandit sneaking up behind him, until he was on his back with a sword to his chest.
Then in the blink of an eye that bandit was airborne and flew ten feet until his body collided against a tree with a sickening thud. Now that, he knew what that was. It was as if the man was struck by a giant boar, or...
Magic.
Arthur turned to the direction of the blast and saw Lancelot staring straight at him with wide eyes, and right next to Lancelot was Merlin who had appeared from behind a tree and was looking down at his feet.
Of course, it all makes since now...
All of those fallen branches...
Every time an enemy tripped over thin air or somehow lost their sword...
The conveniently timed rockfalls...
Also the fact that every time magic is mentioned, Merlin and Lancelot look at each other...
And of course the griffin that could supposedly only be killed with magic, must have in fact been killed with magic...
The only possibility is magic...
Lancelot has magic.
Author's Note: I will post the final chapter tomorrow and it is about three times as long as the first two! If it isn't up here by tomorrow then I give you permission to come after me with torches and pitchforks, does that sound fair?
~skydoe16