Martyr {A Percy Jackson/Merlin Crossover}

A Step Back in Time

Prologue

"That's not possible. There is no freaking way that's possible."

"Oh but it is. See for yourself."

I open the book he places in front of me.

"The story of Camelot? That's not possible."

He laughs, "You really don't know, do you?"

"No shit Sherlock."

"Then it must be in your future, but my past. And I can see the future and everything, so really it's my.... never mind. Good bye Katrina. It was nice knowing you. You will be missed."

"Funny thing is," I pull my sword from my sheath. "I'm not going anywhere."

He laughs again, but this time a more maniacal laugh escapes his throat.

"You are quite stupid for a magician daughter of Athena."

I tense up. How can he know? He can't know. No one knows. Not even Annabeth knows

"I'm not a magician."

"Don't you wish."

The world around me starts spinning. I close my eyes and hold my head in my hands, clinging to my sanity. A scream escapes my throat just as the world goes dark.

Chapter One

"Hello? Miss? Are you alright?" a kind voice whispers to me.

The memory comes rushing back and panic grips my body. I sit straight up and drink in my surroundings. A forest. A god damn forest. Really? If you're gonna scare me you've got to do better than that.

"Where am I?" I ask, rubbing my head.

"In the forest just outside Camelot. Seems as if you've had a rough journey miss."

"Yeah, rough sums it up," I mutter. "Wait, did you say Camelot?"

"Yes miss," he replies. Camelot, a place formed from myth and legend. Oh this can't be good.

I look over at the boy and let out a gasp. He's wearing ancient clothes. Oh shit. What has he gone and done now?

"Is something wrong miss?" He asks.

I look up at him, "What's your name? Sorry I've been so rude." Might as well make friends if I'm gonna be stuck here. "And please, don't call me miss. It's Katrina. Kat for short."

"Sorry, I'm Merlin." That name sounds so familiar. "Nice to meet you Katrina."

I nod, "Yeah, yeah same."

"What is royalty like yourself doing stuck in the middle of the forest?" Royalty? Oh he's really done it now. Did I already say that?

"What do you mean?"

He points to a bag laying next to me. Beside it papers are scattered everywhere. I pick one of them up.

"Princess Martir of Greece?" I jump to my feet and kick the nearest tree out of pure rage. "Damn him. I swear I'll kill him next time I see him. He's really gone and done it, hasn't he? Martir? Really? Self centered that one. And what the hell am I wearing? Ugh my hair!" I exclaim, looking down at a renaissance style dress. The base fabric of the thing is blue with lace decorating throughout. My chocolate hair hangs at my side, not in it's usual pony tail.

"Are you sure your alright?"

"Yes, yes I'm fine. I just..." I trail off as I look into the boy, Merlin's eyes.