Stories Forgotten

Summary: AU story of the King Arthur. The knights save what is left of saving of the people throw in the dungeon of Marcus Aurelius. Guinevere's destiny begins from that moment, but so does Faoiltiarna's faith. The two women marry a man they respect but their love lies elsewhere. Arthur/Guinevere, Lancelot/Guinevere, Arthur/OC, Lancelot/OC.

Disclaimer: I do not own the King Arthur movie or its characters. Not any of the characters from the movie are mine. The characters created by me for this story ARE mine.

Notes: This is my first King Arthur fiction so please be gentle when reviewing. But really, it is not my first fanfiction. I start the rating from PG-13, but it might change in the future. This story is placed in the alternative universe and differs a lot from the movie. It also focuses mostly what happened after the movie but has some flashback sequences from the movie.

Chapter One

Plagued by the Visions

After that horrid day that I was carried out from the Marcus Honorius' dungeon I have belonged to him. He saved me although he only saw Guinevere. As his hands carried me out into the crisp air of early winter and placed me to the cold ground and gave me drink of water I promised myself that I would serve him. When one of his knights lifted me up and carried me into the wagons I knew my fait was sealed. I watched him return to that horrible darkness underground and carry out my sister in arms, Guinevere. She was in better shape than I was but he was attending her much more. The man refused to leave the people Marcus Honorius had forced to work for him as slaves and I knew he was a good man, a kind man.

I saw his knights respect him, honor him. As my eyes met one of their eyes I could see what the future would bring to me. The future had never been a secret to me. I had inherited it from my mother, may her rest in peace. My dreams were plagued by visions and my days were haunted by the events I could not stop. My Father had haunted me through the times demanding me to sacrifice myself for the land we all belonged. Only one man could turn us away from the brink of destruction and suffering. He would unite us all, rule us well and then lead us into history.

Maybe I was not as beautiful as Guinevere. Maybe my arrows were not always as true as hers. Maybe she could use sword better than I could. Maybe her path would lead her into greatness. But I knew that I would walk the same path with her. I would carry the burden destined to be mine. I would serve my King wisely. I would serve my Lord with gentle touch. I and Guinevere were Britons, sisters in arms and servants of the King. We both belonged to this land.

I am the daughter of the greatest magician in the world. I am the daughter of Merlin and my name is Faoiltiarna.