Rescuing Avalon

Chapter 3: Knights?

Once I woke up I found myself in a different forest, it seemed as though there was more life. Birds were chirping from trees above me. I'm definitely in a different place now. What? Where am I? I heard the noises in the distance and I got up from the ground.

The noises grew louder as I remained there, frozen on the spot. Finally there were two guys who looked as if they were nineteen or twenty years old on horses I've never seen before.

One had light brown hair with brown eyes, while the other had dirty blond hair with intriguing gray eyes. They both had armor like the medieval knights with red tunics beneath their armor and swords hidden in their scabbards.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

Once they heard me, they got off their horses and walked towards me. They had a powerful aura and they were quite confused upon seeing me. My eyes flickered towards their scabbards and I grew terrified. What if they were going to kill me? These thoughts filled my head at once, however I managed to ask them a question.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I am Lancelot." The one with brown hair said.

"And I am Percival." The other one with light blond hair said.

Upon seeing my state they offered gentle and kind smiles. Their names are Lancelot and Percival, just like that take from King Arthur. Is this a dream? There's no way that this is actually happening. I'm still in Stone Park, right?

"Man, I must've hit my head harder than I thought." I said aloud as I rubbed the back of my head.

"Who are you?" Percival asked me.

"I am Rebecca Walters." I said.

"Well it is nice to meet you, Rebecca." Lancelot said taking my hand.

He then kissed the back of my hand and gently let go with a warm smile. I tried not to blush, but I'm pretty sure my cheeks were red. These men were also very kind and on top of that they were gentlemen.  

"Where am I?" I then asked.

"You are in the kingdom of Avalon." Percival explained.

No way! This can't be true. This is definitely a dream. My obsession with this tale must be bigger than I imagined.

"You aren't from here are you, milady?" Lancelot asked as he looked at my clothes.

Milady? Oh that's talk from the medieval times. I mentally shook my head. There's no way I came back in time to the medieval times, it hasn't been done yet.

"No, I'm not." I replied.

I began to hold my head. I felt dizzy for some reason. Lancelot and Percival were each by my side at an instant. They were both concerned that I would faint or throw up.

"Are you alright?" Percival asked.

"Yes, I just feel a little dizzy." I confessed.

With that a gust of blue light came out of me and I gasped. That's the blue light that for me into the mess in the first place. Lancelot and Percival exchanged a look that I couldn't decipher.

"She may be the chosen one that Merlin had sent for." Lancelot murmured.

"Let us take her to the castle then." Percival replied with a nod.

At that moment I began to feel even more queasy and dizzy. I think I'm going to be sick.

"Guys I feel dizzy." I forced myself to utter.

I grabbed the back of my head to find blood. My eyes widened as I glanced down at my now bloody hands.Before I could reach out to the knights, I fell on the ground with a thud and the last thing I saw was Percival and Lancelot running toward me.

"Rebecca!" Lancelot exclaimed.

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Once I woke up I found myself on a bed in a different room. There was a window next to the bed, a chair, a desk, and a night table. The back of my head was no longer bleeding. My sweater was on a chair and I checked my arms to see that my bruises were gone. What the?

"I see you are awake."

The voice nearly startled me. I turned to see a man in his mid-thirties with short black hair and hazel eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, getting out of bed.

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." He informed me as he took a step back. "My name is Merlin."

Merlin? As in the powerful sorcerer? I looked back at him to see he was wearing simple clothing with a staff in his hand. I imagined him to be much older and with a beard.

"I must be dreaming." I blurted out.

He chuckled. "Oh no Rebecca this is real."

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"Lancelot and Percival told me." Merlin explained.

Oh yeah right. Come on Rebecca how else would he have known? His eyes then flickered towards my arms.

"I see that the bruises healed." He commented. "May I ask how you got them?"

"I don't like to talk about it." I replied, avoiding his eyes.

"Very well." He merely said.

After an awkward pause of silence I spoke up. I wanted to know how he healed them do quickly. Those bruises were terrible and ugly, they couldn't be healed overnight.

"How did you heal them?" I asked curiously.

"I have magic." He answered. "I used a healing spell. Now come with me, his majesty, King Arthur is waiting to meet you."

King Arthur? So I'm not dreaming? Why would a king wish to see me anyways? These thoughts went through my mind as I reluctantly followed Merlin out of my room.