Hello readers! Might I say that this story is a hell of an experiment? I recently did some research on the Moors, and came across the story of a knight thought to have lived in Arthur's time called Morien. Morien resembled the Moors and is described as "Dark of face and limb. His blows were so mighty; did a spear fly towards him, to harm him, it troubled him no whit, but he smote it in twain as if it were a reed; naught might endure before him."

So, I decided to not only include him in this story, but add in a character from our time that is multi-ethnic and has a connection with him. Give it a shot? Think of this chapter as a pilot episode of a show. You get to determine how long it airs. IMPORTANT: IT'S SET AFTER THE MOVIE AND I KEPT EVERYONE ALIVE. It works better this way for me.

The Calling

Chapter One: Of Arguments and Role Players

"Well, at least I'm dressed for this type of weather," Natalie's voice said to no one in particular. It dripped with a mixture of sarcasm and trepidation. This was well…normal, considering she had no idea where the hell she was. Her ensemble would keep her warm though.

The London resident had been taking a walk through the university campus attempting to clear her mind after a heated argument with her flat mate. For months, Natalie had watched Laura's relationship tear the poor girl down week after week. Despite her intervening, Natalie could not get Laura to see the sense in breaking up with the daft bastard, Thomas. So, finally being fed up with the accusations of jealousy that Laura continuously spouted her way, Natalie grabbed her jacket, gloves, and hat before storming out into the snow christened city.

Natalie was furious to be honest; and her temper resembled that of her fiery English mother's. Her father, a half-Black half-German man was almost always calm and collected.(A/N: Remember I'm trying something new here. I'm not trying to make a Mary-sue). Despite the example of her parent's successful marriage, Laura's relationship was one of the reasons why Natalie was seemingly cynical towards love. Who needed that much pain? However, she was just rational. Flowers and poetry were nothing compared to a simple sincere, I love you. The extras were unnecessary.

This was her train of thought, before she found herself waking up on a small snow mound. Blinking away nearly automatic tears of fright, Natalie wondered how she had gotten to this place. Screaming would probably prove to be more detrimental to her situation. She did not know if wild animals were around and the last thing she needed was to have to run away from some hungry beast. Resisting the urge to immediately begin the process of forming a snow angel to calm down or feed into quirky desires, Natalie sat up and looked around. She fumbled around the pocket of her jacket looking for her cellphone. She came up empty handed instead only finding a granola bar. She stuffed it back in her pocket with a sigh.

She stood up completely and dusted the snow off her body before looking around. Trees were everywhere. She closed her eyes for a minute, and felt as though she were listening to a "Symbiotic Sounds of the Forest" CD to help her go to sleep. This forest was the real deal however, and she was stuck there.

"What to do…" She muttered to herself trying to figure out some rational action. On the inside, she was kicking and screaming. In essence, she was having a gigantic mental freak out. Natalie stepped forward, unsure of what direction she was headed in. She had no choice but to start walking and hope to find some sort of human form. "Hopefully not a serial killer though," She murmured and giggled a little. Why would that make me giggle? My sanity is lost in this winter wonderland.

Natalie jumped over a tree root, landing with loud satisfying crunch. The mixture of bramble and snow stood no chance against the size eight boots that decimated everything in their path. Looking into the sky with a whistle to attempt to keep her spirits up, Natalie continued on her path. That is, until she tripped.

A loud groan filled the air, and it wasn't from the mouth of the young woman. With a screech, she clambered to her feet and moved a few feet away from the object of her fear. From what she could see, said object resembled a man, though the mixture of hair and snow did nothing to ease that assumption. She slowly moved forward and noticed how pale he was.

"Oh god, how long has he been out here?" She said out loud and moved towards him. She brushed the snow off of him, using her scarf and took note of his odd attire. "He must be one of the guys who does that roleplaying stuff in the forest every year. Looks like some sort of soldier or something. Must have gotten lost wandering around," Natalie rambled as she began to make the man resemble something more than a furry snow monster. Her nervous chatter was her way of trying to calm herself down or else dark chaos would ensue. (A/N: No, she's not some sort of super being; this is just her name for her panicking tendencies.)

He had a rather scraggly beard, and curly brown hair. She noted some bruising on his face and frowned. The guy looked like he had gotten into a bit of a scuffle before he ended up becoming an actual snow man. She brushed her hand across his torso and removed a layer of snow. Something wet and warm hit her fingers and she pulled up her hand to see blood. "Bloody hell," She murmured and without another thought pressured her now damp scarf to the wound.

At this a hand shot out and grabbed her wrist tightly. With a gasp, her green gaze met bloodshot gray. The owner of those beautiful eyes shook his head seeming angry. "I'm trying to help. You're hurt," Natalie reasoned noting how her caramel complexion contrasted with his pale countenance. He shook his head and groaned softly. "Let me die…I've been here for hours. No hope." The voice of the man cracked as he attempted to speak, but the woman silenced him with a look. She had no patience for dramatics.

"The fact that you believe I would honestly consider such a thing truly angers me sir. Shut up, and let me help you," Natalie responded sharply, and he could only blink in confusion. She had relieved his body of the most of the snow that had covered him, and she noted just how damp his clothes were. Natalie kept one hand pressed against his wound and used her other to try to help him sit up. There was a tree next to them, and all she had to do was get him to lean against it but his armor was making him much too heavy. He let out another pained noise and she stopped trying to move him for a minute.

He glared at her panting for breath and she glared right back. "To be honest, I'm fighting against all rational thought which was for me to get the hell away from you. But, as of now you are hurt and I just can't walk away from an ailing person. So, we are going to set you up against that tree so I can see how badly hurt you are. Am I clear?" She asked offering no room for argument. The man scowled but nodded and closed his eyes. "On the count of three. One…two…three." Natalie began to lift him as he used his mustered strength to try and sit up.

As soon as he leaned against the tree, both sat there taking deep breaths. His seemed more pained however. Not allowing herself to leave too much time to waste. She immediately pressed her scarf against his wound.

He hissed and looked at her through half lidded eyes. "Tired…" He mumbled and she grew alarmed. "No no, no. No, sleeping especially after the blood you've lost. Here," She started and grabbed a hand full of snow. She pressed it against his wound making his eyes snap open. She gave him an apologetic look and then began to tie her scarf around his torso as a makeshift bandage. Pulling it tight and tying it, she patted him on the shoulder and leaned against the tree once more.

"What's your name?" She asked him curiously and he blinked slowly. "Galahad. You are oddly dressed milady." He replied lightly, looking away with a light blush and she started to giggle. At his tired, questioning look she simply shrugged. "I am Natalie. I just appreciate how well you stay in character. God forbid my ankles were showing. At least I'm wearing jeans." She responded and he gave her another confused look, but did not let his eyes fall lower than meeting her own. How gentlemanly, she thought with a wry grin.

The sound of thundering hooves immediately caught their attention and they both looked at each other in panic. "Hide," He ordered and she shook her head. "NOW!" He barked and she quickly scrambled behind a tree.

"He's here!" A voice thundered from the approaching group of scary looking men. One of them hoped off of his horse. He had jet black hair and brown eyes than shined with mirth…and a hint of fear. "Galahad you had us worried pup; especially poor Gawain. He's been crying about you for hours," The man said as a blond man snorted from his atop his horse. His worried blue gaze however revealed that the dark haired man might have been telling the truth.

A tall, bald, and scared man hopped off his horse and examined the younger man's wounds. "You'll be fine. It did not puncture anything important, but you'll scar and be sore for a while," He said simply and began to help the younger man up.

"Wait! Don't hurt him!" A female voice cried as Natalie hurtled from behind the tree. She had no idea who these guys were or what they were doing to "Galahad", but she was not going to let them hurt him. It wasn't until she had multiple swords pointed at her that she realized just how stupid that action was. She quickly scanned over them weighing her options.

"Wow, you guys really do get into your roleplaying," She said eyes wide. Within a second, she was running in the direction she had come from.

~End Chapter~

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