The Correct Use of a Towel As Sarong - In Slow Mo...

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    “Um. . .huh-huh. . .Guin. . .huh-huh. . .is. . .Morgana. . .huh. . .knights. . .tunnel. . .huh. . .injured. . .come. . .must. . .huh. . .hurry. . .huh-huh. . .” I struggled for words trying to think of an obvious explanation for what just happened before my eyes. Well, considering Arthur and Gwen were right in front of me it all made sense now. . .

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Earlier In The Tower

    We burst through the door to find a strange site. Gwen was breathing heavily staggering away from the chair tiếp theo to her. I looked up and saw Morgana's...

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    “Morgana,” Merlin says quietly, looking at Lancelot. “Come here,” he says, and Lancelot steps over.
    Without warning, Merlin pulls the dagger from his friend’s chest and tosses it to the floor.
    “Ow!” Lancelot exclaims, uncharacteristically loud.
    Merlin places his hand over the wound and, with a few words, heals and closes it. Lancelot feels a pleasant warm sensation spreading throughout his body, starting at his shoulder.
    “Thank you,” he says.
    Leon...

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    Arthur was sitting in the ngôi vua, ngai vàng room, his chin resting on his hand, folded into a fist when the knights walked in. He looked up and stared at them all, one bởi one. His expression hardened when he saw Elyan. It was Leon who spoke first.
    “Sire, we would like to have an audience with you.”
    “About what?” the voice was cold.
    “About Lancelot and Gwen,” Leon replied, as the others lined up beside him. Arthur glared at each of them one bởi one, finally resting on Elyan....

xin chào all! I just HAD to try EP's fic challenge. I usually don't, but the 500 words intrigued me. So here goes... :)

(EPaws' challenge thread in case bạn need details...link)


Out of the Ordinary


It was an ordinary end to an ordinary ngày after a string of ordinary weeks.

Since regaining Camelot, Arthur Pendragon had been absent on various quests, as he was now. When in Camelot, he and Guinevere had drifted to their respective corners of familiarity – he being the prince; she, the servant.

It seemed, at times, as if the courtyard Kiss never happened.

As if Arthur was expecting the proverbial shoe...

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Two days later.

    “You remember where?” Gwen asks Sir Leon. She ambushed him on his way in from the training grounds.
    “Of course,” Leon smiles. “It’s an excellent idea, Gwen.”
    “Thanks. Merlin says he will keep Arthur occupied for us.”
    “Occupied?”
    “No idea what he’s got up his sleeve,” she shrugs.
    “Could be anything,” he laughs.
    “How many men do bạn think you’ll need?”
    He...