(A/N: I have decided that most of the story will be in Josiah’s point of view. The only times it won’t be are when I need to show an event where he’s not present or if the story needs it. Otherwise, just assume it’s his POV.)
Season 1 Episode 2 – Valiant
I go back to my tent and prepare for my first match. I can feel Valiant staring me down as I head out onto the field. It’s time to put my plan in motion!
Arthur’s fight is first. I can see that he truly is very skilled. I see Merlin at the entrance to the arena and decide to go stand next to him. He cheers for Arthur.
Me: So, enjoying your first tournament, eh, Merlin?
Merlin: Surprisingly. It’s quite thrilling actually.
Me: Yeah, when you’re not out there! You think you were sore yesterday! *we laugh* The only way to avoid that is to win quickly. *Arthur is declared the winner* Like that.
Looking at the board, I see my first bout is after the one after Arthur. I pat Merlin on the back.
Me: Well, I have to go get ready. I’m up soon.
Merlin: Good luck!
Me: *mysteriously* In my experience, there’s no such thing as luck.
Merlin looks confused for a second before turning his attention to Arthur, who was coming out of the arena. I go to my tent and get my remaining gear. I put my helmet on and lock it in place so that my neck isn’t exposed. I decide to use my sword and shield in this round. Hearing the cheers that mean the next round is complete, I walk out to the field. I quickly examine the knight I’m fighting. He wears basic equipment in purple, and his helmet keeps his face exposed. I chuckle as he tries to be intimidating by swinging his sword around. I can tell from his facial expression that he’s the one who’s actually scared. It’s probably the fact that my armor covers my whole body in strong armor. What he doesn’t know is that it’s extremely light, so I don’t lose any speed or agility. I decide to give him a chance, so I sheathe my sword and put my shield on my back. The battle starts. I wait for him to make the first move, and I’m not disappointed. He yells and runs at me, swinging his sword wildly. I easily sidestep him. His momentum carries him into the wall. The crowd goes “Ooh!” I can practically hear the grimaces. The knight shakes himself off and tries to attack me again. He swings his sword at my neck, but I lean backwards, the sword passing inches in front of my face. His arm flies past and he loses his balance, falling to the ground. In one fluid motion, I draw my sword and point it at his chest. The crowd cheers and I am declared the winner. After putting away my sword, I take off my helmet and pull the man up.
Me: Good game, mate!
Knight: That was impressive.
Me: Just a lot of training. What’s your name?
Knight: Sir Ewan. And yours?
Me: Lord Josiah.
We shake hands and Ewan heads off to his tent. I smile as I watch him walk off. A life has been saved. The first of many I hope. The rest of the day’s matches go fairly quickly. My second battle was canceled after my opponent saw my first match. He decided to forfeit, which I felt bad about, but I knew it was for the best. After gathering my gear, I walk over to Merlin and Arthur, who are watching Valiant win the last match of the day. Thankfully, he hadn’t used his shield snakes today. So far, my plan was going perfectly.
Merlin: Knight Valiant looks pretty handy with a sword.
Me: That he is.
Valiant exits the arena and stops near us.
Valiant: May I offer my congratulations on your victories today, my lords?
Arthur & Me: Likewise.
Valiant: I hope to see you both at the reception this evening. *leaves*
We all snort at that. The silence that follows quickly becomes awkward.
Arthur: Uh, for tomorrow you need to repair my shield, wash my tunic, clean my boots, sharpen my sword, and polish my chainmail.
I roll my eyes at Arthur. Merlin gathers up Arthur’s gear and heads inside the castle. Arthur and I walk up at a slower pace.
Arthur: Well done today, Josiah. That was the first time that anyone has ever forfeited a match.
Me: Thank you, Arthur! You did well too! I have seen very few duels that went as quickly as yours.
Arthur: I appreciate that. Are you coming to the reception?
Me: Yes. I just have to drop off my gear at my room. I’ll see you soon.
Arthur nods and I split off to go to my room and drop off my gear. But then I get a strange feeling. It’s almost like how I imagine Peter Parker’s spider-sense works. I’m not sure what’s going on, so I take my collapsible crossbow with me, putting it in its holster. Tonight is probably going to get interesting.