Author's Note: This story will be told from multiple POVs. I'll make a note when I change POVs, but I'll also change fonts. This chapter is told from Merlin's POV.
We've been traveling for hours. How much longer is it gonna be until we get there? And better yet, how do I always get dragged along on these things? Arthur has no clue that I'm the one you keeps saving him, so why, seriously? But still, it's probably good that I'm here. Unknown sparkling orbs are never good, and magic might be needed.
Arthur's horse stops. I did my boot until the saddle to signal for mind to stop. I hate the possibility of hurting the poor thing but what else can be done? I look around the open field notice the obvious.
"It's just a field." I say out loud. I know it's a mistake the moment the words leave my mouth.
"Yes, Merlin, I can see that," Arthur says in his usual condescending tone. He get off the horse and I follow his lead.
"So, what's the plan now?" I asked.
"Wait for the orbs to show up again." He answers.
"Wait and see what happens?" I asked, letting a bit of my skepticism known, "That's your plan?"
"Have you got any better ideas, Merlin?" He demands.
"No," I admit. I really hate the rare occasions when he has a point. Like his ego's not big enough.
We don't have long to wait, though, because just as we turn to face the north, the a giant simmering ball of light appears. I edmeditly rack my brain for some sort of protection spell Arthur won't notice, and he, of all things, draws his sword. Does he really think that's going to help?
Before I can get the words of the spell out of mouth, the light engulfs us both. "What is this?" I think looking around the blinding light.
It's the last thing I remember thinking before losing blacking out.