Alright there boys and girls, this is my first fan fic ever, so I hope you'll all be gentle. Please be honest. I don't want to continue this fic if you guys think its not worth reading. Keep in mind I'm new to the writing game-so I can use as much advice as you can give. When it comes to being historically accurate I know I'm way off base-so please, bear with me.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for my own characters. Anything/anyone you do not recognize belongs to moi. I may use lines and/or quotes that are not my own later on in the story. I'm not quite sure though-so I'm being un-specific. Those (if I do choose to use them) also do not in anyway belong to me.

Okay, now that that's over- lets start the show.........

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Chapter One Meet The Mystic

She couldn't remember the last time she had seen sunlight. How many days had it been since she was first locked in the sinners dungeon? Lena couldn't tell. She had tried to keep track of the time, but without the sunlight it was futile. Night and day had become one continuous grey expanse of pain and delirium. It had been at least 2 months. Of that she was sure. How much longer could they hold on? Her cousin Guinevere was strong, her soul had always been fierce-but even the fiercest could not last forever. The boy, Lucan, was still alive-Lena could hear his fearful whimpers even now-he had only joined them in the dungeon a week or 2 ago. His mother had passed quickly, she had been sickly upon entering this hateful place, and had not lasted long. Lucan was afraid, and weak-but Lena sensed he was strong enough to last a few more days.

'Poor little boy' Lena thought to herself. 'If I ever make it out of this place, Marius will pay for what he has done.'

The thought of harming the man who inflicted such pain upon these people brought the ghost of a smile to Lena's lips.

'Yes...Marius will pay' It was the last thought that ran through her mind before falling into a hunger induced stupor

Guinevere was resting her head on her cousins lap when she heard the noises. She had been in such a trance that she had not even heard them until after the doors were broken down. She could here footsteps coming their way. Who were these people? More crazed monks?

Guinevere painfully sat up and faced her cousin.

"Lena!" she whispered hoarsely, trying to bring her back to consciousness . "Lena!" she repeated to no avail.

"These two are alive!" Guinevere heard a man shout over his shoulder.

She could see a bulky bald man carrying Lucan out of the prison. The bars to the cell she shared with her dear cousin were brought down with one mighty swing of a sword. A curly haired man had swooped down had gathered the still unconscious Lena in his arms, as a handsome dark haired Roman did the same with Guinevere.

'Why is a Roman helping me?' was all she could think as he carried her away from the prison in his arms. As she was greeted for the first time in many months by the blinding sunlight and fresh air, she decided as long as she was being saved, it did not matter who was doing the saving.

Okay, so I know it's super super short, but the next one will be longer. This is going to primarily be a Lancelot/OC, just so you all know. Please tell me what you think, gimme your opinion/advice/criticisms/anything you want to suggest/ wallet. It would be helpful beyond belief. I'll probably have another chapter up in the next two days-probably sooner. Thanks sooooo much

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