The word for this drabble is 'endemic' (meaning belonging exclusively to a particular place) by Jedichild, cheers!
Wow, I think this is my longest drabble yet! And the weirdest, but it was a tricky word to work on!
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Land of the Gwaine
"There's no way of denying it Arthur," Merlin moaned, "we're lost! We've wandered into another part of the English countryside that wasn't there before and now we're lost!"
"Calm down Merlin," Arthur snapped as the two of them made their way down yet another hill. "I think I know where we are…"
The two travelled across a grassy plane, through a small wood and up another hill when they found a small gathering of buildings below them. Arthur and Merlin could just make out the small figures of people bustling about, and some distant singing.
"I had a feeling we were here," Arthur murmured.
"We're where?"
"This Merlin, is where our loveable Gwaine comes from, this, is Rum Town."
With that Merlin and Arthur travelled down the hill and entered Rum Town. Merlin gazed around in wonderment at the people talking, laughing and drinking. All the men had beards and long dark hair just like Gwaine, while the women looked like the stereotype of barmaids: large, red-faced, busty and jolly. Every other building was a tavern.
"Wow, I never realised Gwaine was an endemic," Merlin commented as he and Arthur walked through the town. "Makes sense really, I had a feeling there couldn't just be one person like Gwaine in the world."
"The world would be a lot safer place if there was just one," Arthur said, as he watched some Gwaine look-alikes try to fling themselves off a catapult, while others sat around watching and eating apples.
It turned out that Arthur was right, the world probably would be a safer place, and after twenty minutes Merlin was annoyed of having to run from tavern fights, sword fights and bad singing.
"You know what?" He said to Arthur, "as much as I like free mead, I'd feel a lot safer lost out in the wilderness rather than stuck in Gwaine land."
"I couldn't agree more," Arthur admitted as a group of Gwaines started singing again. "Thank God they just come from the one place!"
And with that, the two ran off before any Gwaines took too much interested in the strangers and why they were running away.
Perhaps next time they should go to Percival Town, at least that would be quieter.