Hi! If you're reading this it means you're reading my story so first THANKYOU! And secondly this is my first story so I hope you enjoy and please please please leave a review any input or help would be great! Soooo I hope you enjoy. This story is set in series 5 after Mordred leaves to go with Morgana.

I could feel a dull throbbing pain in my head as I cracked open my eyes. I squinted into the blindingly bright light that escaped the heavy curtains, and wondered where on earth I was. That was if I was still on earth. How could I possibly know? No matter how hard I tried I couldn't remember anything, it was like every time I tried to think back to where I last was my mind hit a psychological brick wall.

I knew from looking around that I was on a bed, queen size and very comfy and in despite my situation a small part of me debated to just lay in for and extra ten minutes. But from all the stories that I have heard not one person in this sort of situation had decided to stay put and not explore the situation because the bed was comfy... and I did not want to be the first. So instead I flopped out of the bed and looked around the room. It was quite dark, due to the curtains being closed and very musty. The walls were oddly made of white stone which surrounded a large fireplace. The room looked old, extremely old. Almost like a castle. The more I looked into the details the more my suspicions were confirmed, the old hand crafted furniture, the fur pelt's that adjourned the chairs, the hand stitched curtains, the shield's and swords that hung proudly on the walls. Yes I was now very sure that I was in a castle.

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain erupt from my head. I needed to look for a mirror to assess the damage before I tried to do anything to get out of here. I know that most people would try to run straight away, but what's the point in wasting my energy on creeping around and then falling unconscious from blood loss at the last hurdle? Anyway it only took a flicker of my eyes to find the small, jewel encrusted mirror that lay on a vanity table in the corner of the room. Looking at my head in the darkness was slightly harder than finding the mirror, but from what I could tell it wasn't going to be fatal and I certainly wasn't going to be dying from blood loss any time soon. Any cuts that I had, had been neatly sown up, leaving a particularly impressive purplish green bruise just above my left eyebrow. Actually now that I looked properly at myself I could see that I was wearing an oversized mans shirt that fell just below my knees. Great I bet that will be completely inconspicuous and really easy to run in.

I sighed in annoyance and pulled at the shirt, willing it to transform into something more comfortable before I silently walked up to the door in my bare feet and as quietly as I could, slid the bolt across and pushed it open i. I glanced out into the corridor to check if anyone was there. No, all clear... well for now anyway. So I started to pad across the corridor's quietly, as long as everything carried on like this hopefully I out of here smoothly and silently. I had made it to what I assumed to be the lower corridor when I heard a loud clattering noise from not far behind me. immediately I ducked into one of the dark alcoves in the wall's and waited for whoever it was to pass me. but they did not. I risked a quick glance down the corridor and saw a man, probably a servant, picking up the remnants of a breakfast. It was hard not to feel sorry for him and I probably would have gone out to help had I not heard a booming voice from the other end of the corridor,

"Merlin. In- case you haven't noticed it's nearly noon and I still haven't had anything to eat.". So the servant was called Merlin, and I guessed the first speaker was a knight or maybe even a royal.

"Well sire maybe if you didn't order so much..." Merlin responded, not missing a beat.

"Are you calling me fat Merlin?" The first speaker added in mock anger.

It was weird, from what I had heard servants had to respect anyone and everyone above their station. But I had to admit the events of today were anything but normal so this was only fitting. Again, I peeked out of the safety of the alcove and caught a glimpse of the two, the servant was quite tall but in an awkward kind of way. He had jet black hair, much like my own only in a cropped style and wore a neckerchief over his blue shirt. From what I could tell his shirt wasn't like the one I was wearing, my shirt looked like the one the other man, who I assumed to be a knight of some kind was wearing. The 'knight' was tall also but he had blond hair and a more muscular build. Suddenly the jokey mood wore off and I could hear the two talking in lowered voices.

"How is she?" the 'knight' asked, his words genuinely seemed sincere.

"Gaius says she's making a good recovery. She should come around at any time." Merlin answered.

"Is Gaius allowing visitors yet?" he asked seeming somewhat desperate to go and visit whoever this person was.

"It's allowed but I'm not saying it's advisable Arthur. She got hit quite hard we don't know if she can remember anything. Also she's a child waking up in a strange enviroment she could be very scared or in shock." Merlin warned. But the man I know knew to be Arthur seemed undettered.

" All the more reason for someone to be there." He countered.

"I'm just saying it might be easier to leave her to adjust for a little bit before you go in." Merlin said, picking up the last bit's of breakfast.

"So right now she's possibly awake and definitely alone in those chambers? Arthur asked, an angry edge creeping into his tone.

Merlin nodded, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Merlin, didn't you or Gaius ever think that if she was in there on her own and she woke up the first thing she would do is run!?" Arthur said as if it was obvious.

Mine and Merlin's eyes widened simultaneously. His because he realised his mistake and mine because I realised that child they were talking about was me. I ducked back into the alcove and waited for Arthur and Merlin to run past me towards my chambers, which they would now find empty. As soon as I heard the thundering sound of boots taking of in the other direction I ran. I had no idea where to exactly, all I knew was as soon as they didn't find me in those chambers there would be people after me. As if reading my thoughts the warning bells began to chime, which only made me sprint harder. But trying to run out of a castle that you knew nothing about and not being seen whilst in your bare feet and a horribly uncomfortable man's shirt with that entire castle looking for you was near impossible. However the adrenaline rush that I felt forgot about that kept me running. My pace slowed from a run to a brisk walk as my energy slowly fell. I could see the courtyard filled with flocks of citizens straight ahead, if I could get to there it would be a lot easier to hide than in here. I was so close when I heard someone behind me.

"Halt." an authoritative voice boomed. I could feel myself trembling as I froze. I didn't know who these people were or what they wanted me for and even if I did know I couldn't remember. Ever so slowly I turned on my heel to face whoever was behind me. Better to do it now before I looked like a complete fool. When I made it all the way around I saw the men I knew to be Merlin and Arthur standing completely still together as if they were approaching prey. We looked at each other in silence before Arthur started to speak again, this time in a far gentler voice.

" Dont worry no harm will come to you here." He started gently as if not to spook me however he did keep on moving towards me as he said it, which did scare me.

"Who- who are you?" I asked trying to jut out my chin in a form of defiance as I backed away.

"I am Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot." he replied, his voice filled with not only kindness but some sort of pride.

I would have carried on the conversation had I not bumped into something or rather someone behind me as I backed away. I turned to see who exactly I had just collided with, she was beautiful, a lady of the court no doubt that was easy considering her perfect brown hair, fine dress and silver tiara. I stammered a quick apology and stumbled away to the side but the womans arm kept a hold of my elbow gently and smiled down at me before turning to Arthur.

" What's going on Arthur?" she asked him, seeming just as confused as me.

" Nothing my lady we found this girl on the border of Denariah prisoner to some bandits and took her back to Camelot. " Merlin interrupted, to which the woman gave a kind smile,

" Of-course, well I see it best that we do no stay out in his draft. I'll have some maids attend to her and see she gets some more weather suitable clothing." she chimed in happily steering me away from the mess that I had caused and back into the old chambers.

Before I knew it maids were swarmed around me, checking my bruise, doing my nails and combing out my hair and changing me into new clothes. Well at least trying too, I refused to change into the silver dress they had provided me with and instead settled for a deep green shirt and breeches. All the while trying to peice back my memory but nothing would come so I settled on listening to the maids gossip as they bustled around the room.

" Doesn't she look like her?"

"Shhh, it's forbidden to speak her name."

"But doesn't she?"

"The eyes are different."

"Yes, she has his eyes."