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Claimer: Only the plot...and any characters not from KA

Author's Note: Okay everyone, I know I already posted this chapter but this is EDITED and a little different. I decided it makes a lot more sense to do this story in FIRST PERSON but I've never written one before so don't hate. I hope this turns out better. I was reading it and what I have planned for the future and I just realized I liked it a lot better in first person than third. I think it makes it more likely. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed, alerted and favourited. It means a lot. I will answer all your questions in the next chapter. If you haven't yet, please review and let me know what you think, especially with the slight change. No flames please =) Thanks again to everyone and withour futher aideu, here's the revised Prologue...

~Prologue~

It was dark. So dark in fact that I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face. That's weird, I thought. I looked up and was surprised to see twinkling stars above me. Where is my roof?

I stood but nearly fell down again as I took in my surroundings. I was in a dark forest in the middle of the night and I didn't even know how I got there. Suddenly, voices in the distance caught my attention and something that sounded like horses was drawing nearer. I thought of hiding, but realized I was in a forest in the middle of the night. Who was going to see me?

I couldn't see anyone but I heard someone say, in a calm even voice, "Should we keep looking?"

Someone answered the first in a deeper voice. "No, we should head back to the Wall." The voice had a slight accent that I couldn't make out.

A quiet murmur seemed to break out and then I heard a third voice say excitedly, "One more month for our freedom...just a month..."

Lena? Lena! Someone was calling my name but I couldn't figure out how these people knew who I was.

Lena, come on! The voice was shouting now, I could tell, but they sounded very far off, as though they were on the other side of a wall. The sky was getting light really fast and the forest was beginning to get blurry.

LENA! We're going to be LATE!

I woke with a start as I heard a loud bang on the other side of my bedroom door.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. "I'm coming, give me five minutes!" I got up quickly, changed my clothes, reapplied my makeup and then ran a brush through my straightened auburn hair. I opened my bedroom door only to see Lexi, my best friend in the whole world, looking extremely irritated. Lexi's waist-long blond hair lay straight down her back and her light crystal blue eyes were clearly showing her frustration. I shot her a look that I hoped said I was sorry enough and she seemed to be okay for the moment as we headed back downstairs.

I looked at the clock in the kitchen as I grabbed my car keys off a side table. It was nearly nine at night and Lexi and I were supposed to be heading to the theatres. How I had managed to fall asleep still bewildered me but I guessed I must've been extremely tired.

"What took you so long," Lexi questioned as we our made the way to the garage.

"I fell asleep," I admitted in a mumble, unlocking the doors of my blue and white Shelby GT500. Lexi stopped opening her door and looked at me with a look of incredulity.

"Really, you fell asleep? On the opening night of one of the most amazing movies? On the opening night of King Arthur?"

I shook her head as Lexi climbed in and I started the ignition. Lexi and I were thoroughly excited as we headed for the theatres. Of course, we had expected the rush of people waiting for tickets but since we had already pre-ordered, we grabbed our popcorn and drinks and headed to out theatre. The movie was so intriguing that Lexi and I gripped the edge of our seats throughout the entire film and then sobbed uncontrollably at the end.

By the time it was over and we got back home, it was nearly one in the morning. We were so deeply immersed in the movie and discussing different parts that we didn't even notice someone waiting on the front porch for us.

I looked at the man sitting on the bench on the porch and smiled brightly. The glow of the lights illuminated the man and he rose to give me a hug.

"Jay! What are you doing here?" I said excitedly. Jay proceeded to give Lexi a hug and answered me.

"I tried calling you a few times, but I got no answer. I thought I'd come by and see what's up."

I laughed. Jay was quite tall, at five-foot-ten with cropped auburn hair and stunning blue eyes. For cousins, Jay and I looked more like brother and sister.

"Well we went to go watch King Arthur," I responded after a moment and opened the door to the house.

"How did you like it?"

"It was absolutely amazing!" Lexi said, exaggerating the 'amazing' part.

"Yeah it was," I agreed as Lexi and Jay came in behind me. "Except for the parts where Dagonet, Lancelot and Tristan die." I closed the door and locked it.

"Yeah well, all good movies have to have someone important die," Lexi pointed out.

"Right, and that's why you cried during the whole final battle," I reminded her. Jay laughed at us.

"You two are hopeless."

"Yeah and why were you sitting outside on the porch?" I asked, prodding him in the chest and laughed at his expression. "Or did you forget your keys in the house again."

Jay smiled and put a hand to his heart. "You got me."

"Whatever," I said, going into the kitchen to fix us something to eat. I opened the freezer and scanned through everything. "Vanilla, Chocolate or Butterscotch," I shouted from the kitchen and Lexi and Jay knew I was talking about ice cream. That was how we always asked each other what we wanted.

"Chocolate," Lexi shouted and I didn't need Jay to tell me he wanted a scoop of everything.

"You know what's weird, Lex," I said suddenly remembering something. I was walking back to the living room. "We're going to that dig in London next week."

"You guys are going to England?" Jay said excited.

I sat down beside Lexi on the sofa while Jay snatched one of the armchairs in front of the T.V. "Yeah, Michael said that he had found a new site in London somewhere. We haven't looked at a map or anything and we don't have full details, but we'll know everything by Monday. You should come."

"Maybe," Jay said as he dug into his ice cream. Lexi and I were part-time archaeologists and often worked under a long-time friend of Jay's father, Michael Rusting. But while we were interested in history and archaeology, we also pursued other careers. I was a part-time historian and worked with other historians trying to piece together ancient times and myths. Lexi on the other hand was an architect and designer. Jay, a history lover (though he decided to pursue a career in graphic design), often got time off to join Lexi and I on our archaeology expeditions, especially if they were really big ones. The biggest site we had been to, to date, was in Egypt in the Valley of the Kings. It had been a truly historical moments for all of us.

"So you don't have any idea at all where you're going?" Jay asked suddenly and I looked up from the late night news.

"No, Rusting hasn't told us except that it's in England. I have a hunch though, about what it might be," I answered poking my vanilla ice cream.

Lexi paused with her spoon halfway to her mouth and Jay raised an eyebrow. "Well, come on, spit it out."

"Okay, this might sound kind of stupid, but I think we're going to Stonehenge."

"Stonehenge?" Lexi repeated. "But why? There's nothing there; nothing left to dig. It's all been uncovered and now historians just study the stones and try to find answers." Lexi gave me a wry smile.

"That's true. Well, maybe we're studying ruins...," but I trailed off knowing somehow that there was more to this expedition than either me or Lexi knew.

After a lot of persuading, Jay had finally agreed to come with us on our expedition which, as I had expected, turned out to be the study of the ruins. Stonehenge was one of those fascinating things that even Jay enjoyed talking about. Our expedition had lasted ten days whereupon Jay and Lexi returned home. I had stayed for another few days before returning home as well. The trip had been exciting and I had so much to think about for the legend of Stonehenge.

It was an early Tuesday afternoon when I was returning home from a session with some historians. I had been having a severe headache and told the others I was heading back home. I figured I just needed a few Advil and a little nap- after all I had only pulled together a few hours of sleep the past few nights because I was working on a new theory for Stonehenge's existence and purpose.

I killed the engine of my Shelby in the driveway and fumbled with the key in the door. When I finally managed to get it open, I pulled myself through and closed the door with a loud bang. Sighing, I locked it and closed my eyes for a moment. I felt the room spin.

"Okay, dizzy is not a good sign," I told myself out loud. I needed food and proper rest and the theory would just have to wait. I pulled myself together and headed through the living room to turn on the T.V. before going into the kitchen. I entered the room and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight before me.

There were seven fully grown men standing there all wearing the strangest attire I had ever seen.

"What..." I began but never finished because the man who looked like the leader stepped forward. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Who...?" I tried to say but the man must have seen my tension because he answered my unasked question.

"My name is Arthur Castus, and these are my knights," he said in a calm even tone.

I blinked several times, still gaping at them. I really needed to get more sleep.

A/N: So what did you think? Do you like the first person view better? I think it'll make the humor more apparent in latter chapters. Well, tootle-loo everyone and please R&R =D