'Ello, 'ello, all! Yes, it's me again, Adarthang! I'm coming to you again, with another fanfic. It's been a while, eh?

So, I'll just get into the thick of it!

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Disclaimer: I do not own Arthur, Lancelot, Galahad, Gawain, Tristan, Bors, Dagonet, Guinevere, Merlin, Cerdic, Cynric, blah-blah-blah... Neither do I own Kelsey, Krista, Katie, Courtney, or Sharayah. They're real people. Lol. But I own Christopher. Why? Because he's me.

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Chapter I: A Strange Afternoon

"I came to see your face so that I alone may find you on the battlefield. And it will be good of you to mark my face, Saxon, for the next time you see it, it will be the last thing you see on this earth."

Christopher grinned. "That's an awesome line," he said gleefully.

Christopher Nichols and his five good friends Kelsey, Krista, Katie, Courtney, and Sharayah were all sitting at his house, watching 'King Arthur'. It was the first time the six of them had ever been physically together, as a group. Christopher had known Kelsey for a long time, but the two of them had met the others over the Internet.

"That's because it's Arthur saying it," said Sharayah.

"This whole movie is awesome," said Katie.

"Especially the extended version," Courtney put in.

"Yeah," agreed Krista, "except that they drag out Tristan's death. Not nice at all."

"At least Tristan gets extra screen time," said Christopher. "Poor Dag doesn't get any. Of course, Lance gets a whole bunch of extra time." He shot a mock filthy look at Kelsey.

"Yeah well, that's because Lancelot is the coolest," Kelsey retorted.

Christopher was fifteen, with medium-length light brown hair. His eyes were greyish-blue, and he was about five foot four. He was very sarcastic, but good-natured. Sort of like a rather intelligent dog with a sharp tongue.

Kelsey, at fourteen, was the youngest of their little group. She had hazel eyes, dark brown hair, and was about as tall as Christopher. She and Christopher had known each other since Grade Two. She had an unusual talent for making Christopher feel like a berk.

Krista was just a little older than Christopher. She had recently black hair. No one could really tell what colour her eyes were...they were believed to be greyish-blue as well. She was about an inch taller than Christopher and Kelsey. In terms of her personality, Krista was very Christopher-esque. Or Christopher was Krista-esque. One of the two.

Courtney was sixteen years old. She had brown hair and blue eyes. She had light skin. Court was a mischievous sort of girl, but of course knew where to draw the line. She wasn't one you'd expect to see in the darkest cell in Alcatraz, but neither would you expect to see her on the brightest cloud in heaven.

At the age of seventeen, Katie did not have long to go before college. She had red hair with white-blonde roots. She had fair skin. Even at two years older than Christopher and three older than Kelsey, she was about their height. Katie was a more amiable, sensitive sort of person. Well, she was more so than Christopher and Kelsey, in any case.

Last but not least was Sharayah. She was the oldest of the group, at eighteen, and in college. She had shoulder-length blonde hair and green eyes. Sharayah represented the more sensible side of the six. That didn't mean she always took the smart way out, but she could control herself and think things through in bad situations.

There were two main things the six of them shared. The first was a love of King Arthur. Christopher's favourite was Dagonet, Kelsey's was Lancelot, Krista's was Tristan, Courtney's was Galahad, and Sharayah's was the great king himself. Katie did not really have a favourite; she just liked them all.

The other was a knack for causing trouble, and enjoying it. They weren't criminals; they didn't steal or anything like that. They just...seemed to have a strange love of mischief.

"Lancelot the coolest?" said Christopher incredulously. "Never! Dag's the coolest, followed by Gawain. Lancelot comes in third."

"That's what you think," said Kelsey.

"Just shut up and watch the movie," laughed Krista, attempting to sound irritated but failing due to her amusement of the situation.

Half an hour later, the movie was over. After they had all created their various praises of the film, Christopher picked up the grey plastic zapper and flicked the DVD back to the main menu.

"Well, let's go outside now," he said. "My neck is killing – "

"What's that?" asked Katie.

On the main menu had appeared another option. This one read 'You are in the movie!'

"I didn't know this movie had that option," said Christopher, settling in again. "Let's have a look at that."

He selected the option and pressed 'Select' on the remote. As soon as he had done so, the television screen went black. So did the entire room, actually, seconds later.

"What the hell's going on?" Christopher blurted out. He suddenly realized he could see someone else, perfectly lit, in the darkness. It was Katie. "Katie!" he said. "What's happening?"

"I don't know..." said Katie, looking around the darkness. "Did the power go out?"

Suddenly, the invisible ground beneath them started to shake, and they both fell over. Christopher braced himself to hit the coffee table, but he didn't. He just fell to the floor – a dirt floor!

Just then the lights came back on. But they were no longer in Christopher's living room. They were both lying spread-eagled on the ground in some sort of forest. There was a large tree inches away from Christopher's head.

"I'm glad I didn't hit that..." Christopher managed to joke, staggering to his feet. He walked over to Katie, took her hand, and helped her up.

"Thanks," she said. "Where are we?"

"I have no idea," confessed Christopher. "A forest, evidently."

They were interrupted by someone shouting not far away from them. It sounded like he was giving orders. They could hear the soft clanking of metal, and many footsteps.

"Hide!" hissed Christopher. He and Katie dove over a small outcropping in the trail, onto a hill, and hid under the overhang.

The footsteps got louder and closer, until they were right above the two teenagers. Dirt fell from the root-stricken overhang above them, sticking in their hair. Katie clenched her eyes tight, hoping not to get dirt in them. Christopher kept his open, but his head low. Something fell onto the hillside from the trail above them. Christopher reached out swiftly and snatched it, to find out what it was.

It was a sword. Evidently it had fallen out of its sheath, for its short, leaf-shaped blade was exposed. It had a spherical, wooden pommel, and a half-spherical, wooden crossguard. The grip was carved of bone.

"This is a Roman sword," Christopher breathed, his eyes wide. Even Katie opened her eyes to see.

Then they heard voices.

"By God, I've dropped my sword!" came one.

"Shh!" said Katie, as she and Christopher flattened themselves against the back of the little cave. Hopefully they were in enough darkness that whoever it was would not notice them.

"Well, jump over and get it," said another voice. "Hurry up, though."

Then there was a much faster sound of clanking metal, coming towards them. Someone was coming to retrieve his sword. Christopher stuck it in the soft dirt wall next to him, down to the hilt.

A pair of legs hit the ground just outside the mouth of the cave. On the feet were sandals, and whoever it was was wearing a very short, red skirt. They could see no higher than his waist.

"It's a Roman," Katie gasped.

"Perhaps not," Christopher reasoned, though half of him did not agree. "This could just be one of those creative anachronism things. I've always wanted to do that."

They then realized their mistake – they had not kept their voices low enough. The Roman stopped searching for his sword, stood up, and looked around. "Who goes there?" he demanded. After a few seconds, he returned to his searching. When his labours returned no fruit, he gave up and returned to his regiment. When he was far away, Christopher bravely stuck his head out to have a look. They were gone. He beckoned to Katie to follow him out, which she did, bringing the sword with her.

Darkness suddenly enveloped Kelsey. She looked around frantically, standing up. She could see no one... What was happening?

Everything began to rumble and shake, and she was knocked off balance. She fell to the floor – but instead of hitting a carpet she hit a stone surface. She moved her hands around the floor, feeling cracks between stone bricks as she did so. Suddenly her vision came back to her.

She stood up, amid the sound of laughter from people around her. Sighing with relief, her eyes still closed, she realized the power must have gone out and she had fallen over. No doubt Christopher, Krista, Katie, Court, and Rayah were the ones laughing at her.

"All right, you guys – " Kelsey began, opening her eyes, but stopped short. She was certainly not in Christopher's house. She was in a small, stone room with an open door. There were shelves filled with clay mugs covering the walls, and wooden barrels on the floor. Where was she?

Kelsey cautiously walked over to the door and poked her head out. What she saw was not good. There was a large, open area filled with tables, at which sat men, laughing and enjoying drinks. There was a bar a little ways away. She was in some sort of tavern.

Something clicked in Kelsey's memory – it looked just like the tavern in King Arthur!

Kelsey swayed on the spot, close to fainting. She had arrived in fifth century Camelot!

Well, if she were there, she had to get 'in character', as it were. She couldn't be seen wearing the clothes she was. She looked around the store-room, hoping there were some clothes there...just her luck! There was a white underdress, a plum-coloured skirt and a plum-coloured lace-up bodice hanging on the wall. They must have been a barmaid's outfit.

"Sorry...whoever owns this," said Kelsey, and she began redressing herself.

"You guys?" shouted Krista, looking around the pitch black where Christopher's room had been a few seconds before. "Is anyone there?"

Krista was thrown onto the ground as the room rocked back and forth violently. She landed on her side, sending a massive pain through her right arm. Her head hit something quite solid, and she was dizzied by it.

Suddenly everything came into view again. Her eyes were having trouble coming into focus, but she was fairly sure that she was in a forest. A dark forest, by the look of it. She had hit her head on a tree behind her. She stood up carefully, not wanting to fall over, and using the tree, steadied herself.

Where was this place? Not Christopher's living room, definitely. In the distance, she could see some yellow, flickering light. It was emanating from a fire, evidently. Krista felt no choice but to just head for it.

She began running through the undergrowth, scratching her arms on some thorn bushes as she went, but she didn't care. This was just too weird to be bothered by a little thing like that.

Krista stopped about thirty feet before the source of light. There was some sort of village there, comprised of huts made of sticks. There were people sitting around the fire, in very dilapidated, scanty clothing. Their hair was shaggy, grizzled, and dirty. They looked almost like...Woads.

They were Woads!

Krista quickly hid behind a thick tree. What was she going to do?

Courtney and Sharayah stood up suddenly. The lights had gone out, plunging them into utter darkness.

"What on earth...?" stuttered Courtney.

"Court!" said Sharayah. "What's going – "

They were suddenly interrupted, for the room had begun quaking and trembling. Sharayah fell backwards and hit something solid. She managed to use it to keep herself standing, whereas Courtney was not so fortunate, and fell on her backside on the ground.

"Wha-a-a-t-t-s ha-a-a-a-ppe-e-ening?" Sharayah stammered, her voice going on and off with the force of the shaking.

Then everything went still, and light returned. But they weren't where they were before the lights had gone out. Courtney was sitting on dry grass, a small distance from a dirt road. Sharayah was leaning against a stone hut with a thatched roof.

"Where are we?" said Courtney, standing up and massaging her bruise.

Then the two of them heard the sounds of screaming and fighting in the distance. They looked to their right and saw...

"Saxons!" Courtney said hoarsely. It was true. There was an army of thousands of Saxons attacking the small village they had arrived in.

"Saxons?" said Sharayah disbelievingly. "Oh, no."

"They'll kill us!" said Court miserably.

"We have to disguise ourselves," suggested Sharayah. "As Saxons, would be best. That way they won't be tempted – as much – to kill us."

"Good idea," said Courtney. "There's two coming over! Hide!"

Courtney and Sharayah hid behind a hut each. Sharayah picked up a large stone, and Courtney a heavy branch. They prepared for the inevitable...

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What do you think so far? What will happen to Christopher, Kelsey, Krista, Katie – and especially Court and Rayah??? Find out when I update (if I get enough encouragement)!