Arthur watched the girls in front of him. Elizabeth was clearly setting the pace, it was just a fast jog but Arthur was impressed. He could feel the cuts from the whip pulling and stretching. If he was hurting she must be in agony, even if she had drunk her weight in pain killers. In fact he wouldn't be able to keep up this pace for long if he was as badly injured as she had cuts and bruises decorating her pail skin including a few new ones from the fight to escape morganas crumbling Castle.
However he was watching her closely. She was a sorcerer.
She had stopped arrow from killing Mary and Percival. They had just stopped in hid air and hung there.
What else could she do then? She had been crouched on the ground in pain and yet she had saved lives. How good was she? Was he currently trusting and following an evil witch that would turn on them the moment she was strong enough to? She certainly had a powerful friend; Luke had frozen a man solid! And the 'see you tomorrow' wasn't the most comforting statement he had heard. And were Mary and Jane sorcerers too? Was that why they were on the run? Was that why they were all so untrusting? He could see Jane as a sorcerer that could easily fry her enemy's brain.
Yet in the dungeon she hadn't seamed evil, Snappy, impatient and untrusting, but not evil. And apart from Jane's cold-heartedness they hadn't done anything he could class as evil. It was slightly frightening seeing 3 girls take on and beat every guard they came across with little input from the Knights but Arthur would of and has done the same for freedom.
And then there was merlin. He was awake but with every step Percival took he jostled the cuts across his body. Somehow merlin looked worse than Elizabeth even though she had spent 2 days more than him in Morgana's company.
Apart from his wounds there was another thing bother Arthur about merlin. Why had morgana seamed certain of the fact he was a sorcerer?
He was merlin. Not a power hungry, evil sorcerer.
And why did morgana think merlin knew Emrys? A powerful sorcerer if morganas actions were to be believed. Merlin was friends with a sorcerer when he lived in the Ealdor, Will. He had seemed like a nice enough person, after he was done insulting Arthur every time he could. He had died for Arthur.
And merlin had always disapproved of the way sorcerers were treated. He could see it. It was the one thing he was actually quiet about. Arthur assumed it was because of will. That merlin was just remembering his childhood friend and known that he would be treated like this. But he was always silent. Never confronted Arthur about it. Once again and Arthur assumed it was because of his father's incredibly strict laws around sorcery, anyone who pretty much passed a sorcerer in the street could be accused of treason and helping the evil sorcerer, so merlin for actually feeling sympathetic would definitely of bean killed.
Arthur's trail of thought was broken by a cry. Looking up he say Elizabeth lying splayed out on the ground and coughing. She must have tripped.
"I'm going to throw up or faint in a minute" she managed to cough out.
It was then that Arthur realised how much Elizabeth was straining her body. Her stick thin body was shown in with sweat, her lips cracked and gasping for breath.
"Right, I'm carrying you" Mary stated.
"No- " both her sisters yelled
Mary clearly ignored them and in a flash of light she was gone.
In her place stood a horse. Its coat was the same color is Mary's hair, its eyes were the same color, Mary's pack had shifted into a saddlebag and it was glaring at Elizabeth.
Jane watched the men's reactions. They will look shocked, shocked but not hostile. She could deal with that.
Arthur stared at Mary the horse. That answered as earlier question was she magic, yes- a shape shifter. Arthur eyed her suspiciously. When asked could she turned into?
These girls just got more and more dangerous.
Mary, the horse knelt down so that Elizabeth could climb onto her back.
"What about them?" Elizabeth asked looking at Arthur and Merlin.
Mary, the horse rolled her eyes and knelt back down.
"Come on" Elizabeth invited.
"No. Not happing" Arthur flat out refused. He wanted to stay as far away from all 3 of them as possible and there was no way he was risking Merlin too. Not that it ever say that out loud.
"Mary is going to carry you so we can get out of here or we can take off and leave you behind" Jane threatened.
Arthur side he didn't really know where it was, as much as he hated to admit it and would probably be killed before it found out wary was.
"But..." Arthur started then realized he had no into that sentence.
"We've to get to our hideout and get something to eat before light runs out, so come on!" Jane ordered glaring into Arthur's eyes, into his soul.
That was how Arthur, King of Camelot ended up riding a horse that was actually a shape shifting woman with a known sorcerer in front and an injured Merlin.
I know this has taken forever and can't promise when the next one will come, still really busy with school but I finished this one for you :)
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