An American Teenager in King Arthur's Court

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PROLOGUE

The voices. There they were again laughing and talking, happily exchanging jokes and stories, their voices echoing through the great space like forgotten memories. But, no one was here.

I hurriedly look around for the source, panicking. Have I gone crazy? What is wrong with me?

Stopping, I take a deep breath. Calm down Gwen. Everything will be fine. Just calm down.

Slowly, I close my eyes, willing the voices to go away, but they were still there and growing louder each second.

Follow them.

Using my ears, I try to walk toward the origin of these voices. As I get closer and closer, they get louder and louder and louder and LOUDER- and then all of a sudden, they stop.

Opening my eyes, I see I have almost bumped into something- a table...a ROUND table. A piece of history.

Questioningly, I look at it. I could've sworn this is where the voices were coming from, I was sure. The moonlight coming from the big arched window in the wall streamed through the darkness and bounced off the glossy wooden surface, the light catching on an engraving that sent tiny shadows around it.

The engraving catches my attention, and as I lean my head over the table to get a better look at it, I run my fingers over the 4 letter word, and panic when I realize what it says.

Gwen.

I gasp, quickly pulling my hand back and jumping away from the table, looking around once more for the perpetrator.

This is a joke. It has to be.

Well, I thought, you ARE in a castle that belonged to King Arthur himself and he WAS married to a lady named Guenevere, whom I was named after. It does make sense if someone had scratched this in the table.

Slowly, coming back to the engraving, I trace my fingers lightly over it once more, when the voices return. Louder, and louder, they seem to be coming from the engraving itself!

Louder and louder they get until all I can hear is laughter, jokes, stories, music filling my ears to the point of pain. I snatch my fingers away and drop to the ground, but the noise is still there. I throw my hand over my ears trying to stop the noise from coming, but still, it surrounded me until it felt like I'm falling in circles, down a thin tube, getting pushed and pulled in all directions, my hands still covering my ears, my body in the fetal position, my hair flying everywhere. I screamed.

I was going to throw up.

The voices kept talking and talking, when they slowly start trickling away leading to complete silence. This time it wasn't the same quiet as before. It wasn't the quiet you get when you're alone, it's the quiet you get when you're in a room full of people who are all just staring at you trying not to bring attention to themselves.

There was a flurry of activity around me. The voices that only moments ago laughed and joked now shouted at each other, fear and confusion coating their every word as others ran about backing into the far corners of the room, their whispers echoing through to me.

"Who is she?", "How did she get here?", amongst the repeating words, "Witch" and "Sorceress."

Groaning, I take a deep breath and the whispers stopped. Yes, I was definitely gonna throw up. My stomach turned uneasily as I unwound myself from my position and pulled my hands away from my ears.

At least the voices stopped; if that wasn't the last time that happened to me it would be too soon.

Opening my eyes, I keep them on the floor as I pick myself up, using the table to steady me, but the place that was once empty-save for an engraving- now had an abundance of metal plates and crude silverware across its surface. I lift my gaze to look at it questioningly. How did THAT get there?

Someone cleared their throat when I continue to stare at the table, flabbergasted, for a little too long. I look up to see a man with graying hair underneath a large golden crown in red robes and a cautious look on his face.

Something tugged in the back of my mind. This person was...a King! This man's a KING! What was someone dressed like him doing here? And how did all these people get in here so quickly? 

I stare at him and he stares back, his dark blue eyes filled with confusion and uncertainty. He spoke in a loud, steady voice, but I could tell it was just a façade and he had absolutely no idea what was happening.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?"

I tilt my head at him and squinted my hazel eyes, confused. What am I doing here? How did HE get in here?

My curiosity was soon replaced by a growing feeling of dread as my gaze quickly traveled around the room to the people clinging to the walls.

They were dressed in old fashioned attire: the men wore fancy tunics of all colors that reached just above their knees with tights and silly shoes while the women wore beautiful dresses that looked like they came straight from a fairy tale. Maybe that's what this is: a fairy tale. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

A lump rose in my throat causing blockage that stopped me from speaking.

The King looked at me and a look of determination filled his features as he sternly looked down at me.

"I am Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot," he says this with absoluteness, "And I demand you tell me who you are and how you got in this place."

His tone was so sure and had so much conviction there was absolutely no room to question what he had said. Uh-oh. My stomach dropped and I felt bile rising in my throat a wave of dizziness hits me. Clearing my throat I work up the courage to ask one question.

"What year is this?" I squeek, feeling the darkness coming closer. As the next words leave his lips, it has dawned on me that the impossible has happened and the dark swallows me whole.

"Tis the year of our Lord, 519."

I crumple to the ground in a pitiful heap as I faint.

This blows.

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-Momma