Mylah Gray: Descendants of Camelot

Memories

*EDITED*

"Impossible?" Xänder repeated. "Then how do you think we just did it?" he countered me. "An illusion! I don't know! I'm dreaming maybe?"

Xänder rolled his eyes and smirked at me. "You would be dreaming of me."

"Well, you're not one to talk. You've been dreaming of me for 2 years. For me, on the other hand, it's only been 6 months."

He frowned and pouted,making me laugh.

"Technically it's only been 1 and a half years." he informed me.

We had been fighting like this for about 10 minutes, going from serious to totally immature. I wasn't sure who was winning, but I think it was me.

"Take it back!" he whined childishly, making us all laugh. I pursed my lips, pretending to think about it.

"Nah."

"Fine, then. Be that way."

"Oh, I will. I still don't believe you. It's not possible to go through a wall to the side of a mountain in...wherever we are."  I said. I paused. "Where are we, anyways?" I asked.

"Came-" John began to say before Xänder elbowed him in the stomach, stopping him.

"Oops."

"We're in... a different country-"

"Named Camelot?" Tarah guessed.

"Yeah, but- Oh, crap!" he bit his lip.

"Ha!" I laughed. Xänder cursed.

"Camelot as in King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table Camelot?" I asked casually. Xänder said nothing, his eyes seeming to be staring into my soul. I could tell he was contemplating on telling on something.

"Yes, actually." a voice said.

But it wasn't Xänder's.

Or Tarah's or John's.

They all looked as surprised as I was. I spun around, now facing away from the rest of my friends.

And there was the old man from my dream. The one I had seen with Xänder in my last dream.

"But, there were a lot more people than just King Arthur." the man said. I stared at him.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked bluntly. Xänder flicked me. "Be more respectful." he whispered to me, and I gave him a dirty look.

"You appear in my dreams, come out of nowhere, kidnap me, and expect me to be respectful?!" I demanded, clearly annoyed.

"In my knowledge, you actually came looking for me..." He smirked. He just did not know when to shut up, did he?

I glared at him, then rolled my eyes. "In my knowledge, I'm about 10 seconds away from ordering a restraining order on you, so you're standing on thin ice, kid."

Xänder's eyes widened, and that made the old man laugh. Which brought my attention back to him.

"You never answered me!" I demanded roughly. I wanted answers I did not take kindly to kidnapping.

His laugh slowly melted off his face as he looked at me carefully, curiously.

"What made you like this, child?" he asked softly, taking a step towards me. "What made you so...cold?" I tried not to flinch back.

"Merlin." Xänder warned. He kept advancing towards me.

"What made you so harsh? So hard? So sour?"  I kept silent, knowing the answer to each and every one of those questions, but not wanting to answer.