Chapter 1

Awoken by a shock throughout his body, his eyes snapped open and gazed upon the stars above him. After a long moment of lying on the ground, he finally restored himself and rolled over in order to get himself up. He struggled to lift himself from the hard ground beneath him as he used his other bit of remaining effort to find his consciousness. When his feet were the only part of his body touching the ground, he lazily looked around him to get a glimpse of what was around him. For some reason, the back of his brain was recognizing this place. The constant sounds of various distinct animals from the distance, the crunch with every step from the leaves and branches from the ground, the trees scarred from various sword cuts and arrows, the scent of bark and berries that made the wood almost relaxing, he had all the pieces but couldn't connect them correctly. As he started drowning in his own thoughts, the sudden noise of screaming came from behind him. He swerved around and began running in that direction, afraid that one of his people were being harmed.

His? He abruptly stopped himself, causing him to almost trip on his own feet. How can he think of such a thing when he wasn't even sure who he was? Then an even more important question came to him: can the person who just screamed possibly be related to his past life? Before he could even consider an answer, the scream repeated again, except it was more terrifying than the previous one. He ran even faster, his toes barely touching the ground, as he avoided large branches and trees in his path.

He finally caught up to a young woman, frantically waving a torch in front of her, as if trying to ward off a beast on the verge of attacking of her. But all he was focusing on was how beautiful the woman was. Her eyes danced underneath the torch light, and her dark brown hair flowed perfectly along her back. He finally pulled himself together when he realized that there was an admittingly, good-looking man standing only a few feet ahead of her.

"Gwen, Gwen, it's only me, Gwen." She still continued to whisk the torch around.

Before he could think twice, he asked, "Gwaine?"

The man turned instantly and gave him a huge smile.

"Lancelot! The person I need! As you can see, I am having quite a bit of trouble convincing the lovely queen that there is nothing to worry about."

Lancelot? Was he talking to him?

Before he could understand what was going on, Gwaine turned to face Gwen once again and called, "We are just a couple of dead spirits from the otherworld, it is all fine!"

This only made her scream again.

"Well you are great at explaining."

"Why thank you," he replied with his huge smile.

Lancelot decided to take his turn and try to convince the queen that she was safe.

"Gwen, it's us, the Knights of Camelot." Whenever he didn't think about what to say, he spilled out words that only helped snap the scattered pieces in his head together.

Finally, the queen stopped and stared straight into his eyes. He couldn't resist but to stare back, wondering how a woman can have such endearing eyes.

Her voice shook as she attempted to speak normally, "Gwaine, Lancelot? Is, is that really you?"

Gwaine stepped in, "Oh, it's only what I've been trying to tell you for the last several hours."

Lancelot shot an evil glare at Gwaine, which made him step back a bit.

"Yes, it is. Why don't we go back to the castle?"

As the trio entered the door to the royal room, looks of worry and concern turned to a mix of what seemed to be of relief and skepticism. One of the knights (who seemed to be old compared to the rest of them) pushed through the other ones from the round table. He appeared to be on the verge of passing out at any given moment.

"Your Highness!" He breathed in anticipation. "We have been looking for you everywhere! I knew we should have sent 20 of the knights with you!"

"Leon, I'm perfectly fine. See? I'm here and there are no injuries. I just became a bit frightened and scared the horse away."

Gwaine snickered.

"Well as long as you are fine, I guess there is nothing to worry about. And I see you have found some spirits on the way to the meadow."

Through her tanned skin, a faded blush appeared and she hung her head low. "Yes," she whispered.

Leon looked at her with concern. "Your Highness, I have warned you before what tonight was. Have you already forgotten about Samhain?"

She still ignored his gaze and looked around the room hesitantly.

The largest and strongest looking knight at the round table suddenly interrupted and asked, "Are spirits huggable?"

Everyone glanced at the massive giant, who seemed to be at a mind in his own.

"Umm, Percy? I don't think that's really–"

Before Leon could even end his sentence Percy leaped onto Gwaine and was sobbing over his shoulder. Everyone in the room nodded in approval, knowing the connection between Percy and Gwaine.

"Now going back on topic–"

Again, Leon was interrupted by the sudden banging of metal armor as a slim, young man tripped into the room and landed with a bang as everything he held slid across the room in all different directions. But as soon as it happened he got back on his feet and muttered something under his breath. Lancelot thought that he must have been cursing to himself, but then the man's eyes flickered into a bright gold and soon the armor was lifted off the ground instantly and was placed neatly on the round table. Following behind him was an elder who looked very wise but had his eyebrows raise, which was a bit intimidating.

"I'm sorry I'm late," he replied, "getting everything cleaned as you asked."

Gwen spoke up this time, "I swear Merlin you are getting clumsier each day, if only Arthur were here to shape you up a bit more."

A mournful silence followed. Lancelot looked around, trying to place the name. He seemed like a very important man. As much as he tried, he couldn't even recognize his name unlike the others. So he decided to ask out loud, "Who is Arthur?"

The table turned shockingly around at Lancelot. Was there something he said that was wrong?

Merlin started, "How can you not remember Arthur? He was the person you served for and yet you can't even–"

The old man raised a hand and Merlin immediately stopped. "Though it is unusual for a spirit to forget about his past life, there is a possible explanation why this can be."

Everyone gazed upon him with patience. "It is possible that he has been attacked by the Grim Reaper."

"A reaper?" Merlin questioned. "I thought those only separated spirits from the human world."

"Yes, they do, but we are talking about the GRIM reaper, who is unlike your regular reaper. It feeds on memories and will do anything in order to obtain them, which can be very dangerous for spirits."

"But I don't understand," Gwen piped up, "how come it is so dangerous if spirits are already 'dead' anyway?"

"Well for spirits, memories are the key in order to pass the gate between both worlds. With the amount of emotion the spirit has gone through, they are able to unlock the door and enter the otherworld."

"So why is it so important to pass through, can't they stay in the human world?"

"That is the problem, spirits will disintegrate under the sunlight and will never come to exist again, that is why Samhain is at night, so the spirits can freely communicate with the human world without worrying about the sun."

"So how exactly do we make sure Lancelot gets his memories back?" Percy asked.

"Well, we just need to catch the grim reaper and obtain its scythe, and in order to do this, we need to use all the knights, and you must find the Grim Reaper before sun rise. Will you all be willing to do this all for Lancelot?" Gaius questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Well why wouldn't we?" Gwaine said, hanging his arm around Lancelot's shoulders, "I mean he is our friend."

Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Gwen then raised her voice as well as a goblet of wine in her hand, "For Lancelot, so he may live happily in the otherworld."

"CHEERS!"

Soon the round table was filled with giddy men as they told funny stories and laughed heartily. At one point Gwaine even had wine shoot out of his nose, which made everyone laugh even harder. Lancelot couldn't help but to smile as he glanced around the table, knowing that these the people who he had to deal with back then.

A/N: So this was my first fanfiction ever. The original one needed a bit of polishing, so here's the final product. I would like to thank Moonfox, MagicGirl41, and TheDragonRider for beta'ing, supporting, and proving a book cover for this fanfiction. I couldn't have done it without you!