MERLIN - THURSDAY, THURSDAY
AN: Here we are, another chapter. Sorry it's taken a little longer than the others but I've been busy with college stuff :) who knew Art could be so time consuming :p Just a little note: Yes the name Guais IS Latin and as far as I know, I have just been spelling it the way it's spelt in the show. But if anyone thinks differently let me know :D Okay then… Thanks for the revvies btw more pleeeeease, and hope this pleases :)
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There is a saying "You're at death's door". You go there when you're gravely ill or injured, or even old.
What we never want to acknowledge is that we 'fool' with death everyday.
Everyday we play the 'knock and run' game.
We knock at death's door and step away. We just hope he never answers.
But someday he will.
And on this day, he never stops answering.
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The day before:
(Arthur's POV)
The day started out with me and Merlin riding through the forests on a typical cold-tainted autumn morning.
I had managed to shoot down a couple of pheasants and a few rabbits, but as usual was unable to even approach the place of a grazing deer.
That's what you get when you bring women on hunts. I'm sure that maidservant of mine was deliberately making as much noise as she could so the game could get away from what would be (with my brilliant aiming skills) certain death.
"Merlin," I started casually. Not looking behind at her "Would it be so hard for you to be quiet for at least a minute while there's deer present. I'm sure Camelot wouldn't be very amused with going through another winter on an all bird and rodent diet!"
I could hear shuffling behind me to know that Merlin was fidgeting around in her saddle. We have been riding for only half an hour!
"Well, sire" She replied "It's not like you couldn't cope with a few rat stews now and again. Besides, it doesn't matter if we continue to hunt rabbits because they breed like…. Well, what they are. Whereas, deer only have a certain breeding season and it's quite rare for a doe to have more than one fawn. So in conclusion, if you keep shooting all the adult deer down, there won't be many left to fill his pratness's belly to last through past Christmas."
There was a long pause. My face held an expression of shock and in some respect admiralty. Though I didn't show it. In the end I just stuck with…
"You've been hanging around Guais and Colin too long, Merlin."
"I care about the balance of life and death", Merlin mumbled to herself.
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(Normal POV)
Absorbing themselves in their childish and playful banter, neither of them could have seen two, shady figures watching them from behind an old crumbled wall of a ruined building. As the horses passed, they stepped out from their hiding place.
While Desidia looked anxious and dread-obsessed, Fatuma, in her ice blue cloak swirling around her legs in the breeze like ocean waves, only grinned as she lifted her head up at the thought of her domain of chaos growing ever bigger.
She clicked her fingers…
Her eyes shone white…
Her companion looked away…
Words were silently spoken…
"And soon with the whispers of a foolish and arrogant creature, would bring about the downfall of a mighty empire. A human."
For these whispers began with:
I wish...
"Merlin, what say you… of wishes of repercussion?"
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AN: There we go people. Sorry it couldn't be more action-packed but once again I'm trying to paint the scene :p And who can guess at what 'Fatuma' (Fahrt-oo-mah) might mean. It's Latin, and don't get it mixed up with the word fortune :) And what could be happening? Hmmm… {tapping finger on chin}Hoped you liked, please Review :) :)