A/N: Well, ideas for stories have been plaguing me lately, so I finally caved and started typing them! This is one of two new fics for King Arthur.

BETA work done by my wonderful friend, Miss princesspomegranate, who is a fantastic writer and always very supportive. I strongly recommend you go check out her stories, if you haven't done so already. (:

Thank you so much for dropping in, I hope you enjoy this first chapter and let me know what you thought, good or bad (:

. : Chosen One : .

. : Chapter one : .

The current situation was questionable, to say the very least. One minute, I was suffering through the twice weekly rehearsal of our school play, and the next…

Well, this.

I gazed out at the picture-perfect scene laid out before me, my eyes taking in every detail greedily. Lush, green grass seemed to stretch on forever ahead of me. It swayed and bowed as one with the soft, cool breeze that also caught strands of my hair and pulled them free of the pins that held them back. Trees, so thick I could barely see through them, ran behind and either side of me, perfectly framing the expanse of sloping openness.

I'd never seen anything like it before in my life. Well, apart from on TV, but that hardly counted.

I took a deep breath and fresh, crisp air filled my lungs. I was sure that air had never tasted so good. Somewhere not far ahead of me, I could hear the beautiful sound of running water, but I couldn't see it. The landscape wasn't flat, but rather dotted with little hills, so I assumed that the water was probably behind the closest one. I could always sense when water was near, it was my element, my strength.

I pursed my lips and frowned in thought. It looks like I've fallen asleep and am dreaming. Again.

Smirking to myself as I contemplated the reaction my prim and proper drama teacher would have to this outrage, I giggled. This wasn't the first time I'd fallen asleep during rehearsals; far from it. It wasn't my fault it was boring enough to put people to sleep.

It was the same story every year. Ms Fulgsang (and I kid you not, that really is her name) has an unhealthy addiction to Shakespeare, so the plays we do are always one of his. This year's was 'The Tragedy of Julius Caesar'. Much to my disgust, I had been cast as Calpurnia, Caesar's wife. So I had to be present at every rehearsal, whether we were practising any of my scenes or not.

I took a step forward, tripped and tumbled to my hands and knees.

"Ah, crap."

I scowled down at this bloody dress and its ridiculously long skirts as I got back to my feet.

"Couldn't I have dreamed you away?" It was my costume and general biggest nuisance, since I couldn't walk three steps without tripping over it and landing flat on my face.

The traditional- or so I was told- floor length spaghetti strap monkey suit could probably have three feet of material cut off the end of it, and it'd still touch the damn floor. It was the most horrible shade of baby pink I'd ever seen, and had gold and pink flowers and vines embroidered down the full length of it, starting from the straps. And a gold, almost Celtic-looking, twisted belt tied just under my chest area.

I didn't like it.

It was also heavy, since there were about five layers to it.

I glared down my body at it.

"Dress, be gone!"

... Nothing. Rats. Since when do I not have control over my own subconscious?

I jumped when a horse whinnied to my left, and I whirled around to look in the direction it had come from. What was this bloody dream doing now? Please, oh please don't let it be a dream of unicorns and midgets...

A/N: Well, intro chapter up. I know, I know it's another 'from the future' fics that are despised…but it was eating at me! I had to write it! *Hides*

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~Meg xx