Prologue:

Charlotte woke up. This would not have been odd, if she could remember having gone to sleep. Sitting up she noticed that she that she was in a meadow. Which, again would not have been strange if she hadn't been in a Museum, the last time she remembered anything, The entire situation would only been half as weird, if she had been wearing her normal cloth. She had been wearing blue jeans and a white t/shirt. Now she was wearing a mucky grey coulered sack that resembled a dress. It also would have been less odd if the amulet that she had been looking at in the museum wasn't hanging around her neck. In fact the only way this situation could have been stranger would be if two horses waltzed across the clearing, wearing porcupines as hats.

But one thing was for sure: This was not a dream. Charlotte knew this instantly because the throbbing of her head was too intense to be imaginary. "OK. Maybe I got drunk?" she asked herself out loud, fighting the urge to panic and scream. "Maybe..." She never did finish that sentence, because in that very instance a man jumped out of tree. His skin appeared to be blue and his hair was un- kept. The smell of him - in a normal situation- would have made have made charlotte wonder whether he had even heard of a bath let alone have one. But this wasn't a normal situation. At least not For Charlotte. Or better put Charlotte could not recall having a blue man run towards her with a long, sharp sword... a very long, sharp sword. Frozen on the spot, she wondered whether this was a appropriate moment to panic and scream. Just as the Blade was about to decapitate her, there was a hiss next to her ear and the blue man crumbled to the floor with an arrow in his throat. She turned around. Out of the shadow a man stepped forward. He had the size of a small bear with wild hair and beard. His eyes were gold, like that of a hark. Charlotte eyed the shadow man and then the blue man. Suddenly the very long sharp sword looked like the blunt carving knife her mother used. She took a step back. The man raised an eyebrow. Taking another step, Charlotte began to wonder if she ran long enough she would end up back at the museum. Suddenly there was a second man in the clearing. If the shadow man was the size of a small Bea, then seconded man had the size of a small Mountain. He bellowed something at the shadow man and laughed. The shadow man raised his eyebrow again (Charlotte got the feeling that he did that quiet often.) The mountain tilted his head and said something to her in gibberish. She shook her head. "I can't understand you." He said something very slowly in gibberish Italian, when it hit her. She was in the middle of a meadow. A guy had just tried to kill her. The shadow man had just kill the blue man in front of her, which resulted her to be covered in his blood, and the Mountain man just spoke Latin. Her brain decided at that moment that she had enough. Just as she passed out she could have sworn that the mountain had said "Excalibur".

Authors Note: here is the first part of my new story hope you read on.