Disclaimer: I have no rights to the movie King Arthur however you cannot take my king from me.
A/N: Fans of the movie please do not get too mad at me for some of the radical changes I have made. Most of this story is faithful to the feel and energy of the movie just simply set around the real events. Now obviously to make this an actual fanfic and not simply my own story of King Arthur I have had to change some things in the history to make them fit. But I tried to keep everything as accurate as possible. I do however use the knight's names from the movie instead of the real names which were changed when Le Morte d'Arthur was written in 1485. For a more accurate list, which I would have rather used, you need to read Geoffrey of Monmouth's History of the Kings of Britain circa the early twelfth century. Now the people of Britain may argue the credibility of this work. However as I was raised in a Welsh household I was taught that Geoffrey was one of the few people ever allow to read from Merlin's own diaries stored on the Isle of Man. Now as you must have already noticed this author's note is getting very long so I will not keep you any longer. This first chapter is only a prequel and a window into the main character before the real meat of the story begins.
The Life and Times of Rebecca Joanne Llyweilun of Snowdonia
Life in London is a mess of rejection and social abandonment if you're Welsh. Even for a girl like me who can't speak a word of Cymraeg to save her life. (Oh, that is its own word isn't it.) Everyone I meet looks at me strange because my complexion is different and my nose and chin are longer than most Englishmen. I'm taller too with much darker hair. There aren't many Londoners walking around at six foot. Is it really my fault that my ancestors liked living in the mountains where you had to be really tall just to see over the hill. For this reason I liked to stay to myself. I watch a lot of movies but only when they were out of the cinema. I hated going to the cinema because I was always surrounded by happy couples more engrossed in their own lives than actually watching the film. I had never been overly proud of my heritage but I remembered growing up and watching all the movies about King Arthur. My dad would tell me the story about how Arthur had been sent by his father from France to defend the Welsh people against the Saxon invaders. Arthur had even married a Welsh woman and became a tribal king in Wales. I loved watching every King Arthur movie I could find. I was obsessed. Imagine my excitement when I learned that they were making a new King Arthur movie and this one was going to be based on the actual historical account. Needless to say I was very disappointed. Hell I was outraged. Like I said I have never been very outgoing about my heritage but this was different. This struck something deep, to the very heart of my being. I later realized that the director hadn't even tried to find out the true story of King Arthur he based his entire movie on one name. Some historian in Scotland had found that a roman soldier named Artorius was involved in a major battle at Hadrian's Wall three centuries before Arthur. I was so upset that I began sending angry letters to the studio. I even set up a Welsh club on campus to promote awareness of Welsh culture.
This brings us to the heart of my little adventure. Most people that read this will have no idea what I am talking about, at least for the next fifteen hundred years that is. You see I used to be an average college student living out my life with no expectations. That was until I ended up becoming my own Connecticut Yankee. Nothing could have prepared me for what was about to happen not that I would have believed it anyway.