"Nimueh"

"My Lady, how long it has been." The silence that followed was long and held with baited breath, those surrounding the confrontation confused, not sure what was going on between the girl they thought they knew and the stranger in the ripped dress. It was a strange sight, the two stood metres apart, eyes staring directly at each other. Still the silence wore on, the pink lips of the high priestess curled into a cold smirk.

"I want back what is mine!" Her eyes blazed in anger.

"Wouldn't be easier to just kill me?" The girl, stayed strong, poised ready for an attack, yet seemingly not afraid of the intimidating woman who stood before her.

"Oh, your death is rapidly approaching but I would not want to pass the opportunity of a battle, let us see what you can do with my magic. MY MAGIC! That's what you stole, but you already knew that, did you not?"

"I did not steal anything Nimueh; it is you who caused this, your need for revenge is what lost you most of your magic, because you still have it don't you. Your magic, you wouldn't come here if you didn't." The smirk was wiped from the face of Nimueh but before she could act on her anger a new voice piped up.

"Jane, what's going on, who is she?" It was then that Nimueh took real notice of the audience that had gathered, at least one hundred people were surrounding them, although there was a group of about twenty at the front who seemed the most frightened, not for themselves but for the girl they thought they knew.

"Are these your new friends? They don't know you very well do they, what was that she called you? Jane wasn't it? They don't even know your real name. I suppose it won't matter anymore, soon enough you will be dead and no more than a distant memory. Although, they could be a lot of fun, watching them run could be fun, maybe some target practice? After all, everyone loves playing with fire." With the last words the smirk returned to her lips but the still unnamed girl just began to get angry, she could feel the power building up inside of her.

"You won't touch them, they have done nothing, and they have no part in this."

"No? I suppose I'll just have to make do with the look on your father's face when he finds you, well your body anyway. It will break him, his only daughter, dead; by my hand as well. Poor, poor Uther, how will he ever survive?"

With a scream the girl began to glow and her eyes flashed gold, the eyes of Nimueh also lit up briefly before falling as the wall of magical power surged towards her, there was light, light everywhere before she exploded into nothing, that was the last image that the girls eyes saw before she collapsed to the floor and everything went black.

The brush of the wind on her skin was the first thing the Girl felt when she awoke from her unconscious state. The next thing was the hard and damp ground beneath her, fallen twigs from the tree's dug into her back as she opened her eyes and gazed around. Surrounded by the somewhat familiar site of tall green tress the girl gasped.

"I'm back? Am I really back?" She questioned herself, her voice only a whisper as it caressed the silence, it was then she heard the groan of pain from behind her. She span round, falling to her knees at what lay before her.

"No, you can't be here, how did you get here?" Her question was met with no answer as the boy she spoke to got to his feet, holding his head as he glanced around quickly, his eyes stilled as he caught sight of the girls kneeling figure.

"Jane? Where are we? What happened back there?" He spoke slowly, as if talking to a young child; she didn't look up, just stayed on the ground crying softly into her hands

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" She moaned before strong arms wrapped around her in a comforting hug, she flinched but didn't pull away.

Before long both were stood looking around.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think I might be home, well partly anyway, I'm not entirely sure where we are exactly."

"What do you mean home? Why aren't we still in London, how did we get here?"

"It's difficult to explain, I'm sorry, but I don't think you can get back, something must have gone wrong." Her pale blue eyes softened as she looked at him in pity.

"Jane, what aren't you telling me? I don't understand!" The girl turned to him.

"Well to start, my name isn't Jane, its Emelin. Basically, here, where we are now is hundreds of years in your past, this is my home, it's where I was born- this time anyway. I come from a place called Camelot. In your time- the future, magic is the thing of fairy tales, here magic is very much real. And banned on pain of death in Camelot. The woman who came to find me was the woman who took me to your time, her name is Nimueh, she is what we call a sorceress, what you might call a witch, and a powerful one. Something went wrong and I ended up with her power. When I killed her, something bought me back her, bringing you with me." The girl- Emelin looked sheepishly towards the still unnamed boy who stayed silent for a moment before doubling over in laughter.

"You're joking right, honestly, what's happening?" Emelin just shook her head at the boy apologetically.

"You're not joking are you?" The laughter stopped and silence once again filled the air between them.

"No, I'm sorry, but we really have to go, it will get dark soon and I don't know where we are." Without waiting for a reply, Emelin turned and began to walk away, her companion following her.

The sharp branches of the trees and bushes caught on their hair and clothes, scraping their skin. The silence between the two young travellers made the journey seem much longer than it really was, but when the sun began to drop and the sky began to darken the two halted by the side of a stream. Emelin bent down by the side and began to cup the water in both hands, after drinking enough to rehydrate her she stood again, the boy who had remained standing spoke for the first time in hours.

"Is that water safe to drink?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Most likely, and even if it isn't it's all we've got. So drink, we'll have to stay here for the night, and hope no one finds us." The boy stayed where he was; almost ready to argue before realising it wasn't a battle he would win and knelt down to drink from the stream before joining Emelin on the ground.

She turned to face him with a cheeky smile on her face.

"You don't know how to light a fire by any chance do you?" It was then he realised that in the time he had been drinking she had collected a small amount of firewood, and now a small mound of sticks were clustered together in front of the two.

"I should know how to do it but I'm never the one who has to light the fire, it's always been done for me."

"No, I don't know how to light a fire, why do we need a fire?" At the boys question she smiled and gestured towards him.

"Well do you want to freeze tonight?" It was only then he noticed that he was shivering in the cool breeze of the forest, the thin clothes both of them were wearing weren't helping keep them warm now the temperatures had dropped.

"Well, how hard can it be?"