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"Merlin, get your ass down stairs!" I hear my dad shout. I roll my eyes as I throw my hair up into a messy bun, taking an appreciative glance in the mirror. I'm wearing high top converse, galaxy leggings, and an oversized hoodie. "I will drag you by your ears, boy!"
"Fuck, I'm coming! Calm down!" My dad, Balinor, thinks that just because he "talks to Dragons", he can command me around. We both know that really means do drugs. "What is even that important?!" I demand.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see them. "I've sold you to the knights of the round table." My father says.
"B-b-b-b-but... WHAT?! K-K-K-K-ING ARTHUR?!"