I started hiking away from my hometown, the place where I've been my entire life. I had always wanted to go to places like Camelot, but I always pictured doing so with Will and my mother. Trying not to think of homesickness, I focused on my mother's disease, and that Gaius needed to heal her, or she would… Okay, bad subject as well. I shook my head, trying to shrug the awful thought off. Gripping my backpack's straps with my hands, and trudged up a hill. The wind had started to pick up, and my hair and my dress's skirt started whipping around my face and my legs. I turned around, trying to memorize my village, so I could look back on it whenever I started feeling homesick, then I trudged on.

I finally reached Camelot. Because now, a huge castle was laying before me. And the most impatient man I've ever heard (well, until I met Arthur) started urging me to either choose to go into Camelot or not, for it was nighttime, and the gate needed to be pulled up. Just realizing the man was talking to me, I slowly nodded, and walked across the bridge.