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[chatwithjack]

(( I think, any thread that I owe over a month or that is currently on hiatus, I might drop. Because no matter how many times I look at them, I can't find the muse to reply. 

I'm really sorry about doing it, but at the same time, I don't want to leave you hanging and waiting forever for a reply that's not going to happen.

Soooo... if I tag you on this, message me and we'll talk about the thread/if we want to start a fresh thread, or what have you c: ))

[goldeneyesofstorybrooke-blog]

An Unfortunate Encounter // Merlin & Albus

Healing had never been his greatest talent and when it came to healing himself, well... magic worked in a strange way, especially in regards to his own body.  It was almost silly, how skilled he was with magic, and yet his body fought against it.  It was convenient, certainly, but during occasions like this where he found himself injured, it was an annoyance.  One day, perhaps, it would be an annoyance which would cost him his life.

Merlin had pulled the arrow from his side about ten minutes before and immediately began to make his way through the forest, glancing over his shoulder from time to time to make sure he wasn't being followed.  The bandits who'd gotten him had left him behind, taken his supplies and what little coin he had.  That had been the King's coin, but that was the least of Merlin's worries then.

He was stumbling, grabbing for branches, for anything which would help him stand.  At some point, he'd managed to find a thick, long branch laying upon the ground, which he used as a walking stick, but it wouldn't last forever.  He could feel it.  There was another hour to go before he reached Camelot, and that was by horse.  He had nothing but his own tired two feet.

And then, at some point or another, his knees gave out beneath him and he fell forward, hitting the ground with a thump and a shout.  Merlin didn't move, laying there on his stomach, thankful that he'd at least not landed directly on the wound.  The blood, though, made it look just about as bad as it was.

And then he'd lost consciousness.

He came to at the sound of footsteps, boots upon twigs, perhaps, and Merlin's eyes slowly opened, drifting to his left and then to his right.  He couldn't see far and his body did not want to move, so, instead, he held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut as if he couldn't be seen.  Maybe they would pass on by and leave him alone to die.  His faith in people, in that moment, was incredibly lacking.

[chatwithjack]

"I believe I may have myself lost... I was instructed to go to this mart-of-walls to seek out produce." The Druid shifted warily, no doubt encouraged to do so by the mysterious bespectacled individual who enjoyed tormenting him so. Oh the power of the muns.

A brow was raised at the newcomer and his odd way of talking. "Mart of walls?" the spirit asked with a small chuckle. "Think you got yourself the wrong place, bud. But...uh...produce is over there somewhere," he added as he motioned over in the direction he at least thought it was.