Hello guys, its me, once again XD
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Chapter 8:
Merlin POV:
I run towards Arthur's chambers, making a sharp right as I run into the kitchen, grabbing one of the plates which was full of food. I then make a dash for Arthur's chambers, plate balancing skilfully on my experienced hand, never slipping as I sprint through the empty corridors which in an hours time would be buzzing with life, servant's dashing by in a bid to reach their masters. In record time I reach Arthur's door, I carefully and silently open the large wooden door and stride into the grand chambers of the future king, finding him snoring away content in his slumber. I place the plate down quietly on the sturdy wooden table before making my way over to the large windows and pulling the crimson, heavy curtains back the sunlight poring in, lighting the once dim room.
"Wakey, wakey eggs on bakey! Its time to get up you lazy-" I start but the croaky voice of Arthur cuts my speech off
"If you were going to say lazy daisy then you are fired" He mutters his face hiding in his pillow, trying to block the light of the morning sky.
"Actually I was going to say clot-pole but daisy will do" I retort
"Merlin its too early. Leave me be"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I cannot do that. Now if you'de get out of bed it would be much appreciated."
"I'd be appreciated if you left me to sleep!" He growls, he really was not a morning person.
"But you were the one that wanted to be woken at dawn."
"Why would I do such a thing! I need my beauty sleep!"
"Well that doesn't work, does it?"
"Merlin..." He growls once again.
"Alight, alight. But you do need to get up. You said you wanted to leave for the woods before the rest of Camelot wake, and at your current speed it will not happen."
"Fine. I am up!" He finally concedes, shoving the thick sheets which covered his body back and got up walking to were he changes, awaiting for me to get his clothes. I walk to his wardrobe, it was so big it proberly was the size of my entire room! I pick out a white shirt and brown trousers. I turn towards where he was when he sends his night shirt flying over the wood he stood behind and landed on my head, I reach up and pull it off just as Arthur's head pop's out from around the wooden changing area a arrogant smirk plagued his face. I ignore the smirk and walk to him, throwing the white shirt I picked out onto his head before helping him get changed. Soon enough, after Arthur had eaten (and after I secretly ate the bread and apple I grabbed) we made our way to the stables were we found Gwaine, Lancelot, Percival and Leon waiting for us to arrive. I quickly and thoroughly saddle five horses for Arthur and the knights, before making my way to Eirwen (AN:since I am welsh I thought I would give Merlin's horse a welsh name, Eirwen is a mix off Eira which is snow and Gwen which in welsh names means blessed. Also the horse is gonna be important in this fic :D). Since none of the knights or Arthur told me to hurry I take my time saddling her, murmuring to her as if she was human. She had long, elegant legs, her soft fur a pure white shade, like snow on a winters morn, her dainty head held up proudly her ears flickering back and forth listening to the sound of my voice,she had one rich brown coloured eye when the other was a light silver like blue, almost a white colour, her beautiful white mane flowed down her strong neck like waves on sand, her tail swished in the gentle breeze as she lets out a big breathe of contentment as I stroke her neck. Once I had finished I climb onto her back, collecting the reins as she lets out a small whinny of excitement .
"I can never figure out how you handle that horse, Merlin" Arthur says.
"Its quite easy actually" I reply. Eirwen was a horse given to Arthur by a noble family from Wales as a gift of Camelot and their friendship. When Arthur rode her the first time he was bucked off, to say I didn't laugh would be a blatant lie, so for a punishment he made me swap horses, and to my surprise the horse followed my every command, the once untameable creature now a gentle giant. After that incident no one could ride her, when Arthur attempted to he was instantly bucked off, many of the other knights have also attempted to ride her but it seemed only I was destined to ride her. After Uther found out he gave commands to kill the poor animal but Arthur convinced him not to, he said that she let me ride her and after all if I was to join him on hunts I would need my own horse, Uther eventually agreed, but not easily I can tell you that, it took two weeks!
I pat her neck gently murmuring "Good girl" as Arthur grunts in reply before asking:
"everyone ready?" We all reply,
Gwaine with a "Of course, Princess"
Lancelot and I with a simple "Yes"
Percival with a nod
And Leon with a "Yes, Sire"
"Good." Was Arthur's only reply before turning around, heading through the stable doors and trotting off towards the castle gaits. I gentle nudge Eirwen's side with my foot knowing it did not require alot to make her move, she trot's to catch Arthur up, practically dancing across the courtyard with elegance and grace. Once we were through the gates Arthue canters off up a hill, Eirwen following his lead and with so much joy, canters after him, her legs stretching further and further apart, eating the ground beneath us, her tail and head held high and her ears pricked forward. It didn't take long to catch up with Arthur as we canter down the hill, he slows down his horse once we reach the open land of a enormous field, we stop waiting for the knights to catch up. Once they had we stand still for a few minuites letting out horses catch their breath but it didn't seem as if Eirwen wanted to stop. Her hoof was clawing the floor, wanting to go again.
"I think we should have a race. First one to reach the forest edge." And with that he galloped off. I nudge Eirwen into a trot, then a canter until finally gallop.
"Go Eira!" I whisper and with a new found motivation Eirwen lunges into a faster speed, the hills and grass around me becoming a green blur. We easily catch up to Arthur and sore passed him, the wind blowing through my hair, as Eirwen's flowing mane swirls in the gentle caress of the wind. Too soon we reached to forest edge, and I had to stop her, she lets out a neigh of disapproval, but as soon as I stroke her neck I feel her settle again. As I waited I leaned back in my saddle until my back rested on her back and I closed my eyes, trusting her. I don't even bother moving when I hear the rest of my comrades arrive, I felt so relaxed and content.
"oi! No time for sleeping Merlin!" Arthur says
"I'm not sleeping, I was waiting for you to finally arrive."
"yeah, yeah, just come on show us the way to where you found Isabella"
"come on then" I mumble more to myself and Eirwen than Arthur and the knights. We weave through the old trees, the horses hooves squelching in the mud below their feet, the mud moulding around their 'U' shaped hooves. We had been riding for around 20 minutes when in the corner of my eyes I spot a light brown object, I jump from Eirwen's back, her head nuzzling into my shoulder as if waiting my praise. I rub her forehead mumbling a "Clever girl" before leading her to the object I spotted, and to my recognition it was my basket. I pick it up before announcing:
"this way." and climbed back onto Eirwen and trotting towards the way were I first met the beauty who at this very moment was sleeping in my bed, the girl who I would fall for, the girl the legends called Nala, The girl who would become my future...
The legend of Emrys and Nala had begun.
So that was it! Chapter 8! Please if you have any time just leave me a quick review. they mean so much and motivate me to write more! Keep on following and favoriting!
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