Their Story

Prologue

–484 AD–

Thirteen years have passed and all is well within the Kingdom of Camelot. Dagonet was the next person to get married, to Fulcinia, who did not return to Rome. Aside from Alecto and Lucan, they had two girls, Aqua who was presently twelve and Zofia, who was ten. Next came Gawain who married Lilyana, a Woad, and had three girls Radka who was thirteen, Nevena who was eleven, and Clove who was ten.

Then, by everyone's surprise, Tristan married a merchant's daughter–everyone wondered how her father had taken to the news and how they met in the first place–Brissa and had three boys Kiril who was thirteen, Novak who was twelve, and Klaus who was eight. Galahad married a Sarmatian by the name of Crescentia who gave him a boy of eleven years old by the name of Coen and a girl named Marlena who was nine. Bors was the last to get married with his long time lover, everyone wondering what took so long. He and Vanora had two more children before Vanora couldn't have anymore.

The peacefulness upon the kingdom was shattered, however, when a rider came galloping into the fortress one morning with both dread and fear, covered in blood. He had asked to speak with Arthur and his knights only, becoming frantic and fidgety as he waited. When he was able to see them, right away the dread and fear filled the Round Table room and its occupants.

"Merlin and Guinevere were seen near my village two days ride, none but I survived. My King, they have a grand army than your own."

As Arthur sent Jols to give the man a room to rest, clean up, and eat he turned to his best friend, Lancelot, who had a grim look upon his face. Of all the ill news this one was the last they wanted to hear or even thought to hear. Those that were there eighteen years ago waited on bathed breath to hear from the father and daughter for a couple years until hope raised that maybe they disappeared for good. Now they know that that was not the case as it seems they were only baiting their time to get enough resources to fight back.

"So they have finally showed their faces." Lancelot muttered darkly, thinking about his wife, Adena, and his four children.

"We are to have double the lookouts from here on out." Arthur told his men quietly. "And anyone venturing in or out to the kingdom will have to be doubled check."

"We will also place magic to protect Camelot as well as focus on any strange magic that is not of Avalon."

Everyone turned to see Morgaine walking slowly inside with a dark and grim look upon her beautiful face, despite her age–which no one seems to know. Everyone has noticed that she, as well as the other Avalon priestess and soldiers, do not age regularly as normal human beings do. Perhaps it was due to the magic of Avalon? None but they know the truth.

"Will we be strong enough to stop them, Priestess?" asked Bedivere.

He was one f the men who did not trust those from Avalon and kept far away from them whenever they presented themselves when they needed to speak with Arthur. But he tolerated them because of his King and commander, though he does become rude to them whenever he possibly can. Morgaine leveled a look at the older knight as Arthur scolded the man with visible annoyance, having spoken to him before of not giving them any respect. Bedivere continued to glare at the Priestess for a few more minutes before finally looking away, not able to take the intense look upon her clear blue eyes any longer.

"Due to Adena changing the course of events many years ago, anything goes at this point." Morgaine tells them in a late responds. "None of our Seers can see what is to come."

Lancelot sighs, staring at the Priestess seriously. "Promise me, should anything happen can you send my wife and children back to her time?"

"You best cast that thought from your mind, husband of mine." everyone turned to see Adena and Malia entering the room, "Unless you would like to sleep in the stables with Bors tonight?"

Adena glared at him as Malia moved to stand by her husband. "Love..." Lancelot started tiredly.

"Just don't, we'll speak of it later." Adena told him before turning to Morgaine with fear in her eyes. "Is there any chance my children would be spared of this war?" she asked quietly.

"I do not know. The future has been unknown and unseen for the past eighteen years." she told her truthfully, quietly. "But I very doubt they will be spared as this war is now theirs."

Adena gulped quietly, turning her back on the men, facing the only entrance to the room with a calculated look. "Should they catch me, Arthur and his men would once again be changed to the stories I know of," the thirty-nine year old looked at Morgaine. "And I would be dead in both time eras."

Morgaine gives a nod of acknowledgement, knowing the young woman has been thinking about this for a very long time. It seemed that she has also been the only one to believe that Merlin and Guinevere were to return, it was only a matter of when. Adena sighed softly, holding back her tears, her mind running a mile a minute with many ideas of how to protect her children.

"Should anything happen," she whispered to the Priestess. "Please keep my children safe."

Morgaine smiles softly and walks over to the younger woman, placing a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "I will do all I can." she whispered in return.

With a shuddering breath Adena walks out, wanting to shed the tears of fear alone. Lancelot quickly goes after her, panic and concern sketched upon his face. Arthur didn't do anything to stop him, knowing if he was in his position he would have done the same. The newer knights wondered exactly what was going on and why all this fear and tension among these two people that they only heard of once many years ago. They have known that Arthur and the other seven men were holding something back; they just didn't know what it was.

"Bedivere, Kay, Lamorak, Geraint, Gareth, Gaheris, Percivale," Arthur addressed the seven men once the double doors to the room closed shut. "I do believe it is time for you all to know of what happened eighteen winters ago and why we are all so tensed." he sighed, nodding to Morgaine, "And why the Priestess and soldiers of Avalon have been here for all that time, hiding from view of everyone except the knights and us."

The seven men all frowned with curiosity, leaning forward as they were eager to hear the tale of so long ago. Perhaps, they all thought, this would bring the group even closer than they already were, this time with no secrets between them now.

Adena entered the room she shared with her family, placing a hand to her mouth to stop the sobs as the tears fell. She started when someone wrapped an arm around her waist and brought her close to another body. Lancelot whispered soothingly to his distraught wife, who turned around in his arms and cried against his chest. The knight rubbed her back, not wanting to let the fear take over as he wanted to be strong for Adena.

"Everything will be all right, I promise you. Nothing and no one is going to steal you or our children from me, do you understand?" Lancelot kissed the top of her head. "Arthur isn't going to let anyone leave outside these walls without some sort of protection."

Adena exhaled a shuddering breathe, nodding before realizing an even bigger terror. "Oh my, where are the twins? Lancelot the children!"

"Larissa went out riding," the adults turned to see their son, Jared, and their daughter Naira. "I don't know where Byron went though." Jared told them.

"He went out riding with Mordred." Naira answers, "Without the royal escort again."

"Mordred what?" the children turned to see Malia frowning with anger and fear.

Lancelot nodded to his daughter, "Go get them back, Naira, and you be careful yourself."

Naira nods back curtly. "I will father."

The group watched her turn and quickly strode away. Malia turns back to the distraught Adena who saved not only her husband's life from a terrible mistake but also that of his men that became his friends and family after they lost so many in the years before.

"Do not worry yourself, Adena, all will be well and both Merlin and Guinevere will get the punishment that they deserve."

Jared merely looked between his parents and his Queen, confused as to what was going on and what had them so scared. Lancelot looked to his son as he held his wife, fear rising as he thought of losing his family one more time. He still thought about his sister and parents, wondering if they were even still alive or not. Maybe he should have followed Galahad and Gawain's thinking all those years ago and return back to Sarmatia to find family.

Lancelot was taken out of his thoughts when Adena held him even tighter, smiling sadly up at him. Sometimes it scared the knight how much his wife can understand what he was thinking, but at other times he liked he didn't have to explain himself or his thoughts; one of the good joys of being married for so long.

"All well be right and we won't have to worry ever again." Arthur tells him, walking next to his wife. "That I promise you, Adena, after all you have done for me, for us."

A/N: I know it's been forever but here is the sequel to My Story. I hope you enjoy this small prologue. I'll try to update soon. Please review and let me know what you think. :)