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Chapter 1.

Blinding light, dazing and harsh filled the my senses, not allowing me to see or process anything that was going on, unrelenting with its dazzling beauty. Normally loved the light pf the sun but this was an unnatural, magical and foreign light. One minute I was in the mansion talking to Rogue and Logan and the next minute there was pure light and felt a strange sensation of falling, falling forever, for all eternity, doomed to fall until I die. It was like falling in dreams because you usually woke up before you landed, this was different yet the same.

Crashing down hard I studied my surroundings. I couldn't recognise my surroundings. Many humans would have been terrified, that terrified that they wouldn't be able to think straight. Luckily for me I wasn't a human, well not really. You see I was different, I was a mutant.

Looking around I gaped in disbelief, my friend Rogue was lying there unconscious next to me. I felt darkness loom, obscuring my vision like a cloud and knew I would not be conscious for much longer. I realised if Rogue was there than Logan had to be as well, we were all talking before the light and the floating descended on us.

Strangely I heard voices before my conscious faded and I fell to the earth in a graceful arch hitting the ground heavily not knowing what would happen when I would awaken and not knowing the bruises I would have. I was blissfully unconscious.

They kept me drugged, at least they did once they figured out my powers they kept me heavily sedated so I spent most of my days in sleep and the time which I wasn't was spent in half awake moments. I didn't know the difference between dreams and reality, or should I say nightmares. Everyday for me was a nightmare. Never ending and always haunting. Demons of the night followed me everywhere, mocking and taunting me, driving me insane with their freedom and my capture. Darkness was my enemy and I soon found claustrophobia clouding my senses. I ate just enough to stay alive, that's all they bothered to bring down for us.

We were in a dungeon or something a lot like it. I was worried for the others in here. Everyday the noises of the living became less and less as the others death came mercifully freeing them from this hell. Soon yet an eternity after mine and Rogues capture there were only four of us alive. I was in a cell on my own, Rogue was in a cell with a woad, a woad named Guinevere. There was a boy in a little hole with a covering above it, I didn't know the name of this contraption but I counted myself lucky that it wasn't me inside it. I knew the boy was fine, he had a broken arm and maybe a fever, nothing life threatening. His family had been killed soon after they arrived in this place. They were too weak, gave in too quickly, I pitied them.

Days flowed into each other and I never knew how long I had been there for. Soon the three month mark arrived. That very day I felt tense in anticipation, something was coming, something good. My only wish was that they would free us all from this hell on earth. The monks left us alone now. They didn't in the beginning though. Once they found out they couldn't touch Rogue - an unfortunate priest found that out the hard way - they punished me for myself and her. I pleaded to God that fateful morning for them not to drug me yet he did not answer my prayers, they sedated me more than ever before. I was out like a light.

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Coming back into conscious a throbbing in the back of my head, I heard a voice and saw a torch pass in front of my cell, flinching away from the light my weakened eyes narrowed almost to slits. I heard a familiar voice then, I thought I was dreaming, I couldn't tell anymore.

"There's someone alive over there. I saw them move." It was Logan, he was my protector, he had been ever since I arrived from England.

I now knew what had happened to me. Somehow we had been pushed back in time - probably by the Brotherhood - into the Arthurian times.

Heavy footsteps came in my direction, echoing across the harsh stone. Metal against metal was the next thing I heard as a sword was pulled free from its sheath. Hitting with a precise swing it hit the chain keeping my cell shut. Sparks flew and made me smile slightly at the sense of protection the minute amount of fire gave to me.

Still not fully conscious I allowed myself to be picked up and looking above me at my rescuer I saw a handsome face framed with a wild mess of reddish, blondish, brownish hair. He was well muscled and seemed very strong, like he could snap me like a twig without tiring himself out in the slightest.

That exact moment when I looked up into his beautiful, wild, understanding and passionate green eyes was when I felt a connection to this man, this knight who had been sent in answer to my prayers and I knew that it was my fate for me to come here, for him. For all of them. Arthur, Lancelot, Bors, Dagonet, Tristan, Gawain and Galahad. The Great Samaritan Knights.

AN: I know its short but they will get longer as the story goes on and once the story is finished I will revise it and make it longer anyway. Please review and tell me what to think. I'm always looking for ways to improve.