A/N: Hey, guys! I'm back! I wanted to thank bookgirl360 for following me and all of you for reading my previous stories. I hope you liked them. Here is something I've been writing for years and decided to post. I'll post the first chapter, but you guys get to choose if I keep going. So please R&R, let me know what you think.

Even though I was almost thirteen hundred years old, I certainly didn't look it. Not only that, but I was the last of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table. I lived in the modern world and went to a local high school in San Antonio, Texas. My adoptive brother and his best friend were the first people to learn the truth.

It was just before autumn, and my adoptive brother, Steven, had his best friend, Casey, over for a day of video games. I was reading in my room when I heard a commotion downstairs. I went to investigate but paused in the doorway. On instinct, I turned around, walked to my closet, and opened the door. I shoved the clothes aside and pulled out a double-edged broadsword, a longbow, and a quiver full of arrows. The quiver I attached to my belt, the sword I strapped to my back, and the longbow I kept in my hands.

I hurried downstairs and stopped short on the last step.

There standing in the front doorway was a powerfully built blonde. His nose was very crooked, as if it had been broken many times. He had a curved scar on one temple and a thick scar on his right cheekbone. I recognized him immediately, because I had given him those scars.

In a quiet voice, I said his name. "Melvin Matroon."

He grinned, and evil grin, one that I had gotten used to not seeing these past centuries.

He stepped to the side and gestured behind him. "I suppose," he said in a heavy British accent, "that you would like to see your friends again. But only under one condition."

"And what would that be?" I asked, masking my own accent.

"You might have been able to hide all these years, but not anymore. Show your friends who you really are!"

Steven and Casey looked at me with wide eyes. Their eyes grew even wider as I spoke with an accent matching the intruder's.

"Fine," I retorted. "You want me to show them who I really am, then so be it!"

I whipped my sword out of its scabbard and swung it at him in one swift move. I dropped my bow and held my ground as he charged at me. I heard the terrified gasps of our two onlookers but paid them no attention. Instead I kept my concentration on the sharp blade swinging towards my neck. I blocked just in time, feeling the clash up to my shoulders.

After several minutes of continued fighting, he twisted his sword around mine, jerking it from my hands. I reeled away from his sword and circled around to my bow. Before he could react, I had an arrow fitted to the string and had let it fly. It pierced him in the center of his chest, and he toppled over, crashing to the floor. Suddenly, he disappeared in smoke.

In the silence, I sensed Steven and Casey staring at me in wide-eyed astonishment. I shyly raised my eyes to meet theirs. Steven's eyes were frightened, but Casey's were filled with wonder.

"I'm sorry I lied, but I had to in order to protect my family," I said in a rush.

Steven looked at me and asked, blandly, "Who are you?"

I hesitated, not knowing if I should tell them. Then I decided that they deserved to know, what with all they had seen. So I began to tell them my story.