-Chapter 2-

The walk home took about five minutes, mainly because her mother had decided to buy a house close to her school. Ignoring all the hobos and the bad looking people surrounding her neighborhood she walked into The Castle, the building in which her new apartment was located, and pressed the 'up' button for the elevator and wondered if her mom was home or not.

While she was waiting, she saw a familiar looking guy, Jason. He was deep in thought about something but when he saw Sam standing there, he did something that she wouldn't have expected… he bowed before her.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked, a little confused, but also flattered that this bully respected her that much.

"Nothing," said the boy, standing up straight as if pretending it never happened.

"Okay," replied the blonde girl.

Maybe I just imagined that he bowed down to me, she thought. This train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the elevator arriving before them both. When the door opened, the same thing happened again. Jason Bigmy was gesturing his arm out for her to step in first, but a second later, he was striding in there himself.

Something was going on, something really strange and unusual was going to happen. She just couldn't put her finger on what it was or when it was going to happen. Before the doors slid shut, she hopped in just in time, and pressed the button to take her to the seventh floor.

"What are you staring at?" Jason asked, bluntly.

"Nothing," replied Sam, immediately looking at her shoes.

But it was something, Samantha Puckett was sure of it, she just didn't want to sound like an idiot for verbalizing it, because it didn't really make sense to her, so why would this big, tough bully understand it? Again, the sound of the elevator, arriving at her floor jolted her wandering mind back to the present and she stepped out and immediately made her way to the apartment.

Realizing she forgot her key, she took out one of her hair clips and picked the lock to get inside. She had always had a gift for things like that. No one knew about them though, not even her own mother. The girl slammed the front door, announcing her arrival to the empty place and made no hesitation to head straight to the fridge for a snack. There, she found a little stick note her mom had left for her.

Hey Sammy,

Dinner is toasted ham sandwiches. You know where everything is.

Be back soon J

Love mom.

Sam crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash can. Oh mom, she thought with a small smile and shake of her head. Her mother, Pamela Puckett, was never around much. But that could be because of Sam's father, Liam Puckett. He died when Sam was just a little girl, and when he was gone, Pam resorted to going out, late at night, sometimes drinking a little too much and coming home with some strange man. This didn't bother the girl as much as it used to. That was why they always moved every half a year, to get a fresh start, some new scenery and a change of everything.

After making her healthy dinner, not that it was, she sat down with a note book and a pen. Her secret ambition was to become an author, writing fictional stories about knights, wizards and other people of nobility. She stared at the blank page in front on her, not really knowing where or how to start. So, she stood up, grabbed her purse and made her way to an old but very familiar bookshop.

"Samantha," greeted the old lady, as she walked into the store. "I see you've returned to Seattle once again."

"Hello Agatha," she says, hugging the nice lady. "Mom wanted to come back here…"

"Well now, what book can I get for you today?"

"Anything related to knights, princesses, wizards…" listed Sam, on her fingers.

"Medieval times, in other words," suggested Agatha, with a twinkle in her eye.

As Sam nodded her head, the old woman vanished between high piles of books, and no sooner returned with a heavy and ancient looking thing. The girl's mouth dropped open but immediately shut it again as the lady handed it to her slowly. Placing it on the table in front of her, the girl carefully opened the book and found some very scrawly inked handwriting on the blank front page.

To Lady Guinevere my love,

We shall never be apart for as long as there are stars in the night sky and the sun warms the earth. You are the beauty in everything I see and deem to touch, you are all things beautiful.

All my love, Sir Lancelot.

This struck Sam as odd, but none the less, she continued flipping through the rest of the book, which took her hours, because of the volume. Agatha didn't say a word, but hid a forming smile, as if she knew something, as if she knew a secret but couldn't tell anyone what it was.

"She'll find out soon enough…" murmured the old lady to herself. "…and when that happens, the world shall be safe once again."