Based mainly on the show of course with some changes. minor language- Hope you like it and please review to let me know what i should change

Chapter 1

It's 2009, we have cars and boats with motors- no more rowing!- we have schools and offices with hundreds of computers on just each floor alone. Our world has electricity and in-door plumbing. Our children grow up (in theory) happy and healthy, well educated and safe- we also have those neat home security systems. We have doors that lock with the touch of button, on homes and vehicles; we have gaming systems, PS3, X-Box, Wii… we have it so damn good that people laugh and shun away the times when the world was bare, unlit and smelled bad. Queen Elizabeth was said to have bathed only once a year. Now we have steam jets to clean us, the elderly have the cute nurses to change, wash, and dress, feed them.

In the future people expect everything to be done for them, but the thing is- someone to has to invent something to do that. The elderly for example have everything done for them, because those cute nurses are doing it for them. In the past, no one has the lights and glamourous clothes; they didn't have the Play Station or X-box 360 thing! They had wooden games and chess, books and fireplaces. They had kings and queens…

"Oh shut up!"

I turn around and I see a few of my classmates just glaring at me, my thoughts must have leaked out of my mouth into words again. Oops. "What, well it's true. I asked Bethany what she'd do without her cell phone for a day and she nearly began crying. I bet no one in this entire world could last back in the days of King Uther Pendragon."

"No one cares, we don't live back then."

"My family is UK based," I brag. My ancestor was a knight for King Arthur, the first female knight.

I ducked as an empty milk carton is thrown at me, I catch the empty plastic orange juice container and I throw it back at Jonah, my 'best friend'. He has been getting on my nerves probably because I've been getting on his. My mother's anniversary is getting closer and it's the time of year when I ignore everyone around me and I forget to use my head sometimes. My mother, Marianne was killed by bad men. She was shopping for the unborn baby we didn't know about, she was going to break it to us that day, we figured- we hoped. My father, Xavier, demanded for DNA testing- something we also have nowadays- and we found out the baby was his, but why would Marianne hide it from us? Did she think it was another man's baby? We don't know, but there were no indications she was being unfaithful. I was four months old when she died; my grandparents raised me for a good chunk of my adolescent years.

Jonah and I are friends because we're considered the school outcasts because I'm always talking about the past and Jonah is considered a Wicca- someone who practices magic. People are afraid of it I think in our school because no one talks to Jonah besides me. When he threw the carton, it was a warning for me to shut my mouth and keep my head down; it was what we did. We stayed out of people's way and we were then ignored, something Jonah and I are completely fine with… I think.

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When I got home that afternoon, Xavier was asleep on the couch and I saw that he was watching the wedding video again. I went over and turned it off, I went downstairs to my bedroom and I flicked on the light. I frowned and began to go upstairs to get a flashlight from the junk drawer in the kitchen but I felt someone else in my room. I raised my hand and the glowing from my palm enabled me to see my room as if the light was on; I stifled a scream when I saw a tall elderly man, he held a hat in his hand and wore a long violet cloak an. His beard was white and his fingers were gnarled and long, wrinkly. He wore sandals made of leather.

I stepped back and he actually smiled at me, "Who are you- how did you get in-."

"I'm not going to hurt you Leonette, I'm here to take you somewhere however and I think you'll like it."

"Where- who are you."

"You're my descendant and I wish to take you to where I come from. Pack lightly, most of your things will be of little use to you unfortunately." He said but I didn't move, "Now please Leo."

I shook my head, "My ancestor, should you be dead then."

"I'm a very famous warlock," he said and waved his hand. Several of my Halloween costumes flew into a brown bag and then he went over and took books on the fifth, sixth, and seventh centuries from my book shelves. I went over and peeked in, everything looked so tiny. I reached in and took out a book and it suddenly became the normal size again, he took it from me and put it back in. He went to my clothes drawers and opened the secret compartment.

I stared at him, "Hey how did you know-."

"I know everything Leo," he said and pulled out my mothers silver locket and my father's photo of her. "Your mother was a very beautiful woman Leo."

"You're not her type," I snapped and grabbed it from him. "So you do magic too, so what- I have all my life, dad just doesn't know about it yet."

"I have been doing magic all my life too," he chuckled. He turned to me, "Don't worry, I'm just changing your wardrobe." He turned to my closet and waved a staff and the top of it glowed silver and then blue, green and finally back to normal. I coughed as smoke appeared and covered the clothes and I saw flittering lights and then they disappeared and he waved his hand again and the smoke was gone.

I screamed. "My clothes! Change it back!" I yelled, "Dad!"

"Not yet and your father is under my spell, he can't hear you." The clothes flew to the bag and suddenly all my clothes were gone; I noticed that my shoes changed too- they also went into the bag. Hen everything was replaced with a few random things missing. "You're visiting relatives for a little while."

"I have school."

"Yes, you do," he chuckled and picked up the bag and handed it to me. I nearly fell with the weight of the satchel he'd pushed into my arms. He grabbed the back of my shirt and I noticed that what I wore was a blue dress and a vest like over garment that tied in the front and went down around my waist. My shoes were simple slippers. I held my arms over my chest, "I know you don't like this Leo, but it'll be alright, you'll get used to it."

"You've turned me into a hooker," I grumbled. The dressed showed a little too much and I'm a very private person when it comes to my body. The bodice hugged me tightly and I loosened it, I stood in front of my mirror and frowned, tilting my head and admitted that I liked it. The bodice was black. Jonah would probably look up if he saw me in this. I turned to him, "I have a friend, Jonah, he's a male witch, warlock, can he come?"

The old man shook his head, "He's not my descendant- you are. Come, we'll be late for the festivals."

I carried the bag with my left hand, I looked back at my bed and I ran to it. I stuffed the blanket in the bag and the dog Xavier got for me when I was born; I realized I was crying as I forced in the baby blanket Marianne made me. He returned and put his hand on my shoulder, "I can't go- there's too much here for me."

"You'll be fine, I promise." I went to my computer desk and pulled out every single pen I had and stuffed them into the bag and I grabbed a three subject notebook and stuffed it in as well. Five hundred empty pages I've saved for a rainy day. When I turned to face him- we were somewhere else. It wasn't raining but it was so real. A castle and homes made of stone and brick.

We were in an ally, he handed me something. "Keep this close to you. Do not talk about the future, it'll get you in trouble and no magic, none! Welcome to Camelot." I turned to see he was gone, I stared at the castle and I stepped into the sunlight.