Chapter 1
I woke up with a cloth on my forehead.
"Uuuuhh... What happened?" I muttered.
Suddenly a man appeared at the edge of my vision. I turend to look at him. He had shoulder length white hair. One of his eyebrows was arched.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"Who are you?" I said, drawing myself up defensively.
"Relax. You'll be just fine. You just got a few bruises." he said. " My name is Gaius. I am the court physician." He turned around. " Merlin! Get me some hawthorne!" he smiled reassuringly at me. " I'll be right back. I have another patient to attend to."
He got up and went out the door. Suddenly, a boy came in.
"Hi." he said. " I'm Merlin. What's your name?"
"...I think it's Cecile..." I said.
Memories were coming back to me. A flat with a river. A man with a long beard. A white light. Then nothing.
"Where are you from?" Merlin asked.
" London, England." I said. " Where's this?"
"...this is Camelot." he said, looking at me strangely."Where's London?"
" Um...it's in England." I said. "Who doesn't know that?"
"Where's England?" Merlin asked.
"It's an island in the Atlantic Ocean." I looked at him quizzically. "Have you gone to school?"
"Why would I?" He looked at me." I'm just a servant."
"Wait. You're a servant?! Those were outlawed ages ago!" I looked at him.
" You're in shock." he said. " That's why your speaking nonsense. I'll get you something for that." he turned to the door.
"No!" I said. "I don't need anything! I'm not the one who needs something for memory problems, it's you. I mean, Camelot! That's just a fairy tale!" I shout, swinging my legs off the bed.
"Cecile, I don't know why your acting like this, but..."
"Don't you 'Cecile' me!" I scream. " Argh! I am from London, England in 2012. I don't know where your from, but I'm going home."
"Cecile," Merlin looked at me," you appeared in a flash of white light on top of King Arthur."
I stopped. "What?"
"I don't think we can get you back home,"he looked so sad," wherever that is."
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