It was three in the morning. It was clear at that point sleep was not coming. Rolling over, I switched on the light squinting at the bright white light. I sighed stretching out it was no good had to go and do something. I sat up in bed and pulled of the covers bending down to pick up yesterdays trousers. After putting my clothes on I grabbed my backpack from next to me. I sat for a moment and thought, I might be gone a while, who knew, I just wanted to get away from life. Slowly and quietly I walked out of my room and scribbled a note for my roommate. I opened the front door and breathed in the cool night air.
As I walked along the pavement I wondered quite where I was going. I was never good at being alone but nor was I good at being with others. Lost in my train of thought I didn't realize I was at the park until I hit my knee on the swings. Cursing I sat down feeling my knee bruising. As I examined my injury I noticed a slight white haze begin to form around me. Trembling a great amount of pressure began building and it felt like I was in a vice. For a split second I thought maybe I was dying. Violently I was thrown on hard dusty ground and a midday sun beat down on me. From where I was on the floor I saw tall green grass and a path leading to a forest. Then out of the forest came a galloping horse. A young boy halted the horse, blonde hair falling over his face as he jumped off. He shouted, words an incoherent jumble as an intense dizziness rolled over me and I blacked out.
I woke with a bitter taste in my mouth. My body ached all over and my head hurt at the memory of yesterday. So it had all happened. I blinked sleep from my eyes. I drifted into focus and saw I was in a small room that almost looked as though it was part of a medieval castle. My back was against a hard bed and a scratchy blanket was wrapped around me. As I sat up the blonde boy whose name I didn't know spoke to me "hello," he said "I'm Arthur, I'm not sure how much you remember but we found you by the woods, you're badly hurt." Looking down I saw that bandages covered my arm and raising a hand found that my head was covered too.
Another boy stood behind Arthur, he was scrawnier and smaller but had something about him that I trusted almost instantly. I realized that Arthur had been talking and shifted my gaze back to him a look of confusion on my face. "Where are you from?" he repeated. I thought 'where am I now?' this place was not the park it looked almost as though I was in medieval times. "Where is this?" I stuttered. Arthur gave a goofy grin "this is Camelot of course, under reign of Uther Pendragon and I am heir to the throne prince Arthur." He sat back with a look of content, as though he had just done something to be proud of "well?" he said "you going to tell me who you are?" I knew that if I answered I was accepting where I was and who this was. Could it really be true?
"I'm Samantha, Sam for short." I said decidedly.
"So Samantha, why were you passed out by the edge of a forest, in weird clothes and close to death?"Arthur asked
"I – I don't remember." I lied, the dark haired boy behind Arthur looked up staring me in the eyes, it was clear he did not believe it. In front Arthur made quizzical faces "maybe your memory will come back?" he said. "If you don't have questions, I will leave you with Merlin here, he will look after you." Arthur went to go when I stopped him "wait, why did you help me?" He turned back and grinned "because you needed help." With a smile he walked out.