Right, I realise I didn't put this on first chapter so second chapter will do.

This is my first fanfic so sorry if there are any mistakes.

Also, this was written pre-Lancelot, so anything that has happened after that particular episode I have ignored.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any part of BBC Merlin except for my OC

Now, for chapter 2

Hope you enjoy

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Lying on the floor on the edge of consciousness, the past few moments caught up with her. Having landed in the middle of the courtyard narrowly avoiding impalement from one of the men's, (knights?, she didn't know), swords, she had felt rather dazed and confused, especially when she had looked around. The courtyard seemed to be part of a castle which itself seemed to have materialised from a fairytale. The corridors surrounding the open space seemed to be quiet with no sign of anyone else other than the group of young men wearing chain mail or some other kind of armour. In her present state, she couldn't tell whether her eyes were playing tricks on her. Actually, speaking of eyes… She took off her glasses and cleaned them on her top before putting them back on. Nope, she wasn't imagining things.

Brushing herself down, she was then helped to her feet by one of the youths. Taking a look at him, she found him not to be handsome, although that was a personal thing, with blue-ish eyes and short blonde hair. His tunic was red with a gold dragon emblazoned on it and she had an idea that she had seen the design before, but couldn't place where.

"Thank you." she smiled before turning to pick up her things only to find that the blonde man had not let go of her hand. In fact, he had tightened his grip. "What?"

"You are coming with me." He said before taking her across the courtyard. Her mind was a flurry of thoughts, wondering what was going to happen to her as they ascended a set of stairs. To her it all seemed like a dream but to him this was reality. She didn't have the time to appreciate the architecture or the artwork in the corridors, nor to realise that the windows were paned with glass. She was too busy wondering where she was. In fact, she asked herself, why didn't she find out?

So she asked and the answer that she got scared her slightly. Camelot? As in the legendary King Arthur's seat of power? In which case, she was at least a good 500 years in her past. She had read the legends when she was younger or when ill, but to now be in them… It was just too much for her to take in and she went into denial. She hadn't a clue as to how she had even got here, let alone how she was going to get back home. Her captor said nothing as their footsteps echoed down the corridors and she was somewhat surprised that they hadn't yet walked past someone. Wondering where they could be, she didn't have time to find out as they reached two heavy wooden doors. They were opened and the student began to feel slightly queasy. She put it down to her experience. In truth, not too far away a woman was watching and being mischievous. She had a message for Camelot's King, and she now had the perfect messenger.

The student was taken into the main hall which was very large both in width, length and height. She didn't think that she'd seen anything like it, but that didn't matter. Whilst the young man explained what had happened to the King, the girl allowed her eyes to wander around the hall, seeing many men and women dressed in fine clothes gathered. Courtiers, she guessed, and from their dress, she could start to put the pieces together in the puzzle to discover where in time she was exactly. Some of the courtiers looked vaguely familiar to her, but yet again she couldn't place them in her memory and there were many that she had no idea who they were. She knew though, deep down that there was no chance that she would get to know them either. Considering what she was about to here. She opened her mouth to speak, to ask for the chance to explain but different words came out of her lips, a voice spoke that wasn't hers. A warning, it seemed, but a riddle in itself. She didn't even have time to register what she had just said properly though as she heard of her accusation and punishment. Her first main instinct was to run and considering she didn't have many soldiers surrounding her, she quickly took to her heels. She only had a few seconds head start though and as she ran down the many unfamiliar corridors, getting herself lost in the process, she could sense herself being chased. Beginning to panic now, she tried opening the doors that she went past but only one was open.

Her watcher smiled as the girl entered the room, slamming the door shut behind her. The woman looked at the student who was now leaning on the door. Of course, her possessions had been brought to this room and the soldiers had left the door unlocked so it had been easy for her to slip in. In the short space of time between the men leaving and the girl appearing, she had managed to concoct a potion which was strong enough to make memories disappear and could potentially be fatal. Offering the goblet to the girl, she watched as the student drank before slipping back out of the door. Locking it, she grinned as she heard the sound of metal hit the stone floor.

And so, here she was, lying on the stone cold floor, her things just yards away and the goblet within her fingers grasp. She knew that there wasn't much chance of her being discovered anytime soon and even if she was, it would more than likely be too late. Laughing slightly as she realised that she had been at Camelot for less than an hour, she closed her eyes, wondering if she would ever open them again and if she did, would she see the fairytale castle or a classroom?