An Ill Fated Snow Day

by EmrysTheMerlin

Two weeks to the day since Arthur and Merlin regained Camelot, and Arthurs back to being a prat! Target practice is one thing but tracking practice on a snowy day is rediculous! What happens when it starts snowing in earnest and Arthur and the younger knights loose Merlins trail? Can Arthur find him before he freezes to death?

3. A Little Tumble, A Big Problem

Part 3 A Little Tumble, A Big Problem

(Authors Note: So many followers! But no reviews L SAD! Please review. I own nothing.)

I clambered up a small ridge with a little difficulty. I almost slipped on a patch of nearly invisible ice. I cursed and leaned against the large tree at the top of the ridge. It was getting colder out here and I could see my breath misting in front of me. I shivered as snowflakes began to fall.

It had been nearly an hour since Arthur had sent me out to hide. I was shivering violently now. I needed to get warm before I developed a chill. I set to work, breaking dead branches off the trees. I didn't notice the frozen stream that lay at the top of the ridge, set deep into the rock, until I slipped.

Dropping the pile of wood I had bundled in my arms, I tried to catch myself. But, caught off guard, I only managed to propel myself further forward until, with a sickening drop in my gut, I fell over the other side of the ridge.

With a sickening crack I landed on my left wrist. I cried out and curled around it protectively. After a few minutes I regained enough coherency to inspect my injury. My wrist was now a dark purple and swollen, that was bad. It didn't respond when I tried to move. I gasped with pain I twitched my fingers.

"Yes, that is definitely broken." I breathed to the empty forest. I cursed under my breath. I needed to get back to Giaus.