Alone at Midnight
The dry leaves crunched under their leather boots . Freya shivered and pulled her dark brown cloak tighter around her.
"Freya, we'll be there in the morning." Her sister reassured her.
"I know, Trella. That's-"
"Not the problem? No. It isn't. We've never done anything without the other close by. You're wondering what would happen if one of us succeeds and the other doesn't."
Freya smiled at her sister. " You know me so well." She said with mock flattery. "What will we do if that happens?"
Trella looked thoughtful. "Well...we will get to that when-" She corrected herself. "If that happens."
Freya looked worried.
"Sister, do not worry. It won't happen." Trella put a hand on her sister's shoulder.
"Sometimes I feel you are the older one and not me." Freya breathed.
Trella laughed. "It wouldn't really make much of a difference, who was older. Hardly anyone can tell the difference between the two of us."
It wasn't long before the sky started to darken, and the stars started to show.
"She's over here!" A deep voice shouted, not too far away.
They both stopped cold, turning around to see who's voice it was, but it had gotten so dark they could see no further than a couple of meters ahead of them.
They turned their heads quick, as if that would help them see better.
Suddenly, a man Freya didn't notice came and grabbed Trella from behind, pulling a sword to her throat.
A scream burst from Freya's throat as she whirled around to see her sister held captive by a knight.
Blood poured down from a scar on the man's forehead and his hands were smeared with ash and dirt. Suddenly a shout came from behind and the man dropped the sword from her throat and started running in the opposite direction. They turned to each other, trying to understand what had just happened.
Freya gasped, trying to speak "Was that a… a-"
"Knight of Camelot?" Trella shook, not from the cold but from sudden realization of what just happened.
More men were shouting in the distance, running boots thundering on the ground. A figure moved in the darkness and Freya caught a glimpse of a woman running from the shouting, her black hair trailing behind her. Could it be? Was she who all the knights were chasing after?
Freya thought of casting a spell, before remembering it was outlawed in Camelot.
That will present another problem for Trella and I.
"Arwain fi i ffwrdd oddi wrth y rhai sy'n ceisio fy tranc. Yn ôl i fy nghysegr!"
Freya and Trella heard the pale, dark-haired woman scream at the top of her lungs.
BOOM! A noise like thunder shook the earth, and a flash of light temporarily blinded the knights and sisters.
When the light cleared one of the knights turned to the shocked girls and yelled at them, "Where'd she go?"
The twins just gaped in surprise. They did not expect the last few minutes to happen.
"Merlin!" Shouted a man with sandy blonde hair, a man who was taller than the others, stronger than the others, a man who was no no doubt the king of Camelot, King Arthur.
"MERLIN!" He shouted again.
"You left him at Camelot, remember?" A knight with long, flowing blonde hair stepped forward, holding his broken sword in two.
Arthur's face showed a moment of confusion but then melted away as he remembered, that he had, in fact, left Merlin at the castle
A quake shook the ground and the knights held a formation with Arthur at the front. They looked around cautiously, swords drawn and held high, before slowly lowering them.
Arthur looked at Trella and Freya, trying to decide whether they had been apart or the attack.
"Take the girls to Camelot, we shall look after them for a couple of days in the castle until they are ready to continue with their journey."
"actually sire, my sister and I are travelling to Camelot." Trella looked at Arthur hopefully.
"Well in that case you shall stay in the castle until you can find yourself a home."
"Thank you, my lord." Freya says, curtsying to King Arthur of Camelot. "My sister and I are grateful for your help."
"You won't be grateful when you taste this cooking!" Said one of the knights with messy black hair.
"We aren't fussy ab-"
"Gwaine is right. His cooking really is terrible." Said another knight. He was extremely tall, with close cropped hair and tanned skin.
"Thank you, Percival. I told you we should have brought Merlin with us!" Said Sir Gwaine, to his King.
The sound of metal on metal was enough to make most women in the lower town wince, or even shriek, in fright, so Merlin was surprised when he saw two dark haired girls watching the knights duel with immense fascination.
The girls looked so similar, it was strange. There was no noticeable physical difference, apart from their outfits, Merlin could see, though, in his defence, he was standing on the other side of the the courtyard.
"So. Who's next?" Arthur asked no one in particular.
The identical girls stepped up to him, looks of hope on their faces.
"What do you want?" Arthur asked, masking his irritation well, but not enough for Merlin would miss it.
The girls just stood there for a moment before they started having a silent argument that consisted of lots of gestures between themselves and Arthur.
"Well, out with it. I haven't got all day you know." Arthur said, not bothering to hide his irritation.
"We wish to become knights of Camelot." Said the girl wearing a midriff tan strap-shirt, white pants and a silver buckled belt, and a dark brown cape.
For a moment the knights who were training just stared at the girls blankly.
Merlin knew what was going to happen next.
The knights burst out laughing. "You? Knights?" Arthur said once he had recovered slightly. "I'm sorry, but girls cannot be knights."
"Why not? We have the same right as any man to want to defend our Kingdom." The girl who hadn't yet spoken snapped at the knights.
Arthur looked at the angry girls for a moment before announcing, "Fine. If you feel so strongly, you may both duel me," the girls smiled in triumph.
"However, if one one of you loses, they must leave Camelot."
The girls shared a look of determination before the first girl took off her cloak and handed it to her sister.
As her sister picked up a sword and weighed it, she dropped the cloak in annoyance, before crossing her arms.
"Chainmail?" Arthur wondered out loud.
"Don't need it." Said the girl on the sideline.
"Alright," Arthur said unsurely. "What's your name?"
"Freya-"
The chainmail Merlin was holding dropped to floor with a loud CRASH!
"Merlin, you idiot. What's wrong now?"
The manservant just looked at the girl with shock.
"Merlin. Pick the chainmail up and clean it."
"Y-yes sire." Merlin stuttered as he tore his gaze away from the strange girl, reminding himself that she was not his Freya.
As soon as Merlin had begun picking up the chainmail, Arthur turned back to his newly named opponent, who had chosen her sword and was looking at Merlin strangely.
"All you have to do is beat me." Arthur said to Freya kindly.
Freya smirked. "Easy."
"Might not think that in a minute."
"Ha! I think you'll find out I'm not as innocent as I look."
"Let's test that, shall we?" Arthur said, spinning his sword in his hand.
Freya mimicked him before suddenly attacking Arthur, who easily parried her blow, before striking back.
Freya grunted as Arthur pressed his sword against hers.
He grinned arrogantly, thinking that he would be able to beat this girl with ease.
Freya, seeing this, was filled with anger. She pushed her sword over Arthur's, maneuvered it in a circular motion and forced the sword out of his hand, sending it flying along the ground.
Arthur looked at his sword in surprise, before whipping his head to face Freya, only to see her sword at his throat.
"Do you submit sire?"
"Good job." He said to her, hands up in surrender. "But I still need to test your sister."
"Yeah. Just…" Freya looked behind at her sister who was fiddling with fur on her cloak.
"Just what?"
"She-Just be careful with her."
"Don't worry. I won't hurt her."Arthur just raised an eyebrow.
"I'm not worried about that. She's my sister. I care about her."
"I'm fine Freya." She said to her sister. "Just let me fight the King."
"Mmm...Fine, but-"
"You are so annoying Frey! Now, hold this." She said, passing Freya her fur-lined cloak.
She snatched the sword out of Freya's hand and marched into the square where she could fight Arthur.
"Ready when you are, sire." She said, spinning her sword.
"Alright...uh…"
"Trella."
"Alright, Trella. I'm ready."
Trella raised her sword in front of her and stood, waiting for Arthur to attack. He makes a swing, aiming for the middle of her chest, but she already her sword in a defencive position. She spins behind him preparing to attack, though not expecting him turns and cuts across her chest, slicing her shirt across the front. Looking down at her shirt then back at him her eyes go bloodshot as she screams ramming her sword into his sword, knocking it from his hand and forcing him to his knees. Her already pale face turns a sickening shade of white.
"Ff ennill" she mutters before she drops to the ground, limp as a ragdoll.
Merlin watched as everyone turned to see her on the ground, as Freya screamed, pushing Arthur out of the way, and ran to Trella.
Merlin watched when Gaius came forward from the crowd.
"Sire, please carry her to my chambers." Gaius instructed.
Merlin watched as Arthur picked up the soon-to-be knight and took her away, closely followed by Gaius and...Freya.
He watched everything go by as he stood there, paralyzed, trying to move and help, but all the lights around him started going dim, and just like Trella he fell to the ground, but unlike the mysterious girl, no one noticed him.
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