This is my first fanfiction and I hope you like it. It is loosely based on the idea of 'Lost in Austen'
"I have already stuck the boxset on!" moaned Megan. A young adult, with brown wavy hair, blue eyes and freckles was curled up on the sofa, already in her pyjamas at 6 o clock in the evening, a blanket thrown over her with her microwave dinner on her lap, remote at the ready, phone balance on her shoulder. This was a regular evening ritual for Megan, which her friends couldn't understand.
"Are you going to let this rule you for the rest of your life?" sighed Hannah.
"No. I just like it"
"No, you are obsessed with it" emphasised Hannah.
"Must we have this argument every time I do this? I like Merlin, deal with it"
"You are still coming out Saturday night though, aren't you?"
"Er, yeah, sure. Just text me the details and I will promise you I will be there" lied Megan.
"Great. See you then"
"See you, bye"
Megan hung up the phone with a strange sense of relief. Getting comfortable on the sofa and wrapping the blanket around her, she pointed the remote at the TV and Merlin began playing, Prince Arthur walking into a room. She smirked, "He is so hot" she murmured, taking a bite of her chicken. It was going to be a good night.
The next morning, after staying up until 2 in the morning watching her favourite boxset, she groaned as her alarm went off. Back to reality she thought as she slowly woke up, her eyes fluttering open. She yawned and observed the room and early shrieked the house down when she saw a woman standing at the foot of the bed. Pressing herself against the headboard, she stared at the woman, gawping at her.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" she excused.
"Er…no…I mean…what…" She recognised the woman almost like she had stepped out of her television. Sporting her orange hand maidens dress and her hair tied in a messy tangle around her face. Her hair and skin were dark, and she seemed confused and kept glaring around the room, not sure what to make of it.
"You have a strange home" remarked Guinevere.
"Is this a joke? How did you get in my house?" asked Megan, raising her voice.
"The door was not shut properly…"
"How convenient" muttered Megan, "Did someone set this up? Are you Angel?"
"I am no spirit creature, I am Guinevere. I am a hand maiden from Camelot, but I feel I am a long way from home"
"No kidding. How did you get here then?"
"Through your hut outside"
"Hut…you mean the garden shed. I am surprised you got out of there with the broken lawnmower and the spiders and rubbish"
"I tore my dress" she said, lifting it up so Megan to inspect the damage.
"Show me" said Megan, jumping out of bed, wrapping her dressing gown around her and her fluffy, pink slippers, as a bewildered Gwen wondered what had possessed this strange woman to wear those shoes, "What?"
"I like your shoes" offered Gwen.
"No need to be polite, I know they are ridiculous" joked Megan.
They made their way down the stairs, Megan rubbing her face, wishing this was all a bad dream. She glanced back and found actual Gwen from the actual TV show Merlin was still following her outside. She opened the door and crept into the garden; the light was beginning to shine through the clouds as they wandered down the path toward the shed. Megan felt ashamed of how little she cared for her garden; it was overgrown and full of weeds and the first time she even mowed the lawn, she had managed to break her Dad's lawnmower. She stopped and turned to Gwen.
"Show me how that shed suddenly turned into bloody Narnia" suggested Megan.
"I do not quite understand what you mean but I will show you how I arrived here."
Megan rolled her eyes, huddling her gown around her as she tentatively watched Gwen stepped forward and opened the latch to her shed. A bright, clear light was beaming through into the garden and Megan gasped.
"No way!"
"If you do not believe me…" offered Gwen, stepping forward straight into it and disappeared from view. Megan took a step back, scoffing. How could she possibly expect to believe if she stepped into her filthy, wooden shed and ended up in a fictional Camelot? However, her curiosity got the better of her as she carefully stepped in the shed and into the light, shielding her eyes.
She nearly stumbled forwards as she looked like she was in the inside of a castle, in a small, narrow corridor. She could hear the hubbub of talking not too far away and she could smell food, and she noticed Gwen looking at her.
"And you did not believe me…"
"This is amazing; I am actually in the proper castle and everything. Oh my god!"
"You seem to be devoutly religious"
"Not at all, it's just…I never expected this"
"I will show you how you get back" offered Gwen, putting a hand on Megan's shoulder as a gesture like she understood this place might take some getting used to. She vanished out of sight again and Megan took in her surroundings. This was a dream come true. She jumped up and down on the spot shouting in excitement. It was actually real. "This is awesome" she said, punching her fist in the air. She spun on the spot but she then stopped, nearly falling over herself as the light began to flicker.
"Gwen?" she called but there was no reply as the light faded and faded, she went to step into it and then crashed into the stone wall. "Gwen?"
'What if I can't get home?' thought Megan with dread, 'What if I am stuck here forever?'
It was then she started banging her fists against the wooden door that now stood there, shouting Gwen repeatedly, willing the portal thing to reappear so she could get home. After a couple of moments, the door swung open forwards; Megan flew to the floor, hitting her head on the floor. She saw a figure of an elderly man peering at her and then everything faded to black.