So I miss the challenge of updating a story every day, and have been thinking long and hard about something that I will have to update every day, and came up with this!

King Arthur and Gwen may not have any children of their own, but they do have a 13 year old ward by the name of Paige. She writes of her time in Camelot in a dairy.

Follow her story of love, loss, teenaged stupidity and some interesting revelations.

Also yes, I put dairy instead of diary, but I did corrtect that when I first posted - but then I went to bed, got up in the AM and it was still like that. Hmmm... maybe I didn't press 'save changes' or something! (haha it wasn't like I was going to sit up all night checking to see if it got corrected!)

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Dear Diary

As I write to you today, my father and mother lay dying. Our humble home was attacked by raiders late in the night, and they were brutally beaten when they refused to hand over anything of value. Lucky for me, I was hidden away in a small closet, which I locked from the inside. Fortunately the raiders believed my parents when they told them that the closet had not opened in years, and so I was left undetected. If they had forced the closet open, I would have been discovered and would have suffered the same fate as my parents.

Timothy and Claire, who reside next door, immediately took my parents and I to Camelot by horse and cart the second the raiders had fled into the night. Camelot has a trained physician, they said.

But I know the real reason for our journey to Camelot.

My father was once a Knight of Camelot, back when Uther ruled and magic was banned. He served Uther and his son Arthur well, until the day the great dragon escaped and destroyed much of Camelot. My father, Prince Arthur and the rest of the knights rode out to face the dragon and with the expectation of Arthur, his manservant and my father, everyone was killed.

Father was never the same after that. He never fully recovered, and still now, has trouble with his arms and back. Arthur was forced to relieve him of his duties, but promised him he would never live in poverty. (That's probably a good thing really, as my father has not been able to get work since,) He went on of course, to meet my mother and have me.

He remained close to the young prince, despite everything that happened, and was by his side when he was crowned King. As a result, Arthur Pendragon is my godfather.

So you see dear diary, we were brought here to Camelot, not to see a trained physician, but so I could be handed over to my new guardian. I am really not looking forward to it, as I know it will be a tearful experience. My father will want to hand me over before he dies, and that will mean I have to face the reality of his impending death – something I am yet to do.

Until then I will just have to sit here and act like I don't know what's going on! Gaius, the physician, says my parents will be back on their feet in no time! I smile and nod, and act like I believe him but I know they are dying. Why else would we be here? Many a time have my parents fallen victim to foul play or injury, but never have we been brought here before.

So dear diary, I shall just have to sit here and wait. Wait knowing my parents are dying, wait knowing that my father wants to hand me over to my godfather. Wait, knowing that soon, I will be the Kings ward, and my life will change forever.

I am so very terrified... I just want things to stay as they are! I love my parents very much, and do not know what I am to do without them! I do not want them to die, and I do not want to live with Arthur Pendragon and his new wife Guinevere!

Maybe if I close my eyes and go to sleep, I will awake and find this is all a dream...

Paige xx