Disclaimer: Nothing of Merlin is mine.

When I felt myself coming to, I couldn't help but have a slight panic attack. I felt grass, instead of gravel. I heard birds chirping, instead of cars blaring their horns. I felt sun, when it should still be dark.

I tore my eyes open only to regret it. The sun was out and in full force. By opening my eyes, I only aggravated the headache I could feel manifesting. I stayed lying down, but I slowly moved my limbs so as to not aggravate any more pain. I was fine, aside from the headache.

I got up and tried to recognize my surroundings. I was surrounded by green forest. What? Where the hell am I? I decided my best option would be to find civilization. I climbed up a steep hill and stumbled upon a path. Not knowing which way to go exactly, I went to my right.

I must've been walking for barely five minutes, when I heard the sound of horses stomping there way in my direction. I threw myself onto the side of the path and out of their way. I landed funny on my left wrist and a searing pain spread up my arm. I must've made a noise because the next thing I know a sword point is at my throat.

A sword? Really? Who the hell are these people?

I raise my eyes to see three men wearing chain mail and long red cloaks. "Is there a medieval fair in town?" I ask sarcastically. A curly-haired blonde man next to the one holding me at sword point goes to grab my arms and raise me into a standing position. I feel another sharp pain in my arm and release a cry. "Ah!" The man holding the sword lowers it as they take in my appearance. I guess what they saw wasn't deemed threatening.

"I am Sir Leon, Knight of Camelot. Are you hurt?" said the blonde man who had helped me stand. He had an English accent, which was kind of weird. While there are people with English accents all over Boston and the schools within, it was very random that I actually talk to people from England.

Gee, ya think? I think sarcastically. "I'm fine. It's just my wrist. I think I've sprained it."

"Allow us to escort you back to Camelot, my lady. We will take you to see the court physician," he said in a friendly enough manner. I decided I might as well go with these men. It'll get me to civilization quicker and despite his weird clothing and way of talking; I might as well trust him.

I nod my head and he escorts me to one of the horses they came with. Sir Leon helped me onto his horse and hopped on behind me. I went completely rigid, never having been this close with a man. Well, a straight man I thought, absentmindedly thinking about Kyle. If Sir Leon sensed my discomfort, he never said anything.

We made it to the end of the forest and I gasped at what lay in front of us. There was a gorgeous, huge white castle. I had never seen anything like it in my life! So this is THE Camelot?

"Wow" I whispered under my breath. Sir Leon heard me. "Its magnificent, isn't it?" he said. "It really is."

We made our way into the palace courtyard. Everybody's eyes were on me. I had never felt more exposed and judged in my life. It was awful. It was like being a new kid at a school and starting in the middle of a semester. What I noticed was that all the houses were so old and everybody was wearing older-fashioned clothes. I mean, I guess I had kind of already gotten used to the idea that I was in medieval times, but seeing it was completely different.

"I shall bring you to the physician's office and leave you with him," Leon said. I guess I had a look of panic on my face at that because he immediately said, "I'll be right back. I must give a report of our findings to the King."

"Your findings? You mean me?" I inquired. Leon nodded and continued walking with me until we got to a square, wooden door. He knocked and an old man answered the door.

"Gaius, this young woman needs some tending to. We discovered her in the forest and she seems a bit lost. Her wrist is also hurt." He showed me to a seat and then excused himself to go talk to the king.

"Hello, my dear. I am Gaius. I am the Court Physician. What exactly were you doing in the woods by yourself? You could've gotten much more serious injuries, had the knights not found you." He started examining my wrist.

"Hello, Gaius. My name is Sarah. I actually have no idea how I got there. I was walking down the road to my home, when some light suddenly blinded me. I guess I blacked out and I ended up in the forest."

"How did you manage to hurt your wrist?" he asked.

"The knights were coming right at me with their horses. I dived off the road to avoid getting trampled and I guess I landed on my wrist in a wonky way." He wrapped some cloth around it to keep the wrist stiff.

"That should do it. Would you like some water or something to eat? Who knows how long you were out there for?"

"Water would be great. Thank you." As he went to get me a cup of water from the other side of the room, the door opened with a loud bang. Gaius and I jumped at the loud noise. A tall, lanky boy with midnight black hair, big ears, and the bluest eyes you have ever seen walked in.

"Honestly, I have never met anyone more ungrateful as Arthur. He's such a prat. I can't even-oh! Hello!" he said when he noticed that Gaius was not alone. "Uh, Gaius? Who do we have here?" he said as he turned to look from Gaius to me and then back to Gaius.

"This is Sarah. Sir Leon and a few other knights found her in the forest on their patrol. I was helping her with her wrist."

"Oh. Hi, Sarah. I'm Merlin." He offered me a friendly smile and I gave him a small one of my own in return. Then I blanched.

"Wait…did you say your name was 'Merlin'? As in THE Merlin? The Merlin of legends?" I asked.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't know of any other Merlins, so I guess that does make me 'THE Merlin'. What legends are you talking about?" Merlin asked with a slight panic and intrigue in his eyes.

"This is going to sound so crazy and you'll think I'm absolutely insane, but for some reason, I feel like I can trust you two." I took a huge breath. "I think I'm from the future. I'm from the year 2013, to be exact. Where I come from there are stories of a man named Merlin, who is thought of to be much much older than you, that is known as the greatest warlock of all time. I've read a few of the stories. There's Merlin, King Arthur, Camelot, Knights of the Round Table, -you think I'm mad. Forget it. I shouldn't have said anything."

"2013? I suppose that would explain your strange clothing and accent. You are most certainly not from around here." said Gaius.

"How did you know about me? That I have magic?" Merlin asked. He seemed pretty freaked.

"So you ARE the Merlin the legends talk about! You seem a bit young than what has been pictured."

"Erm…sure. What exactly has been said about me thought?"

"Oh. Just that you help Arthur become the king he is destined to be and unites all of Albion. You are his right-hand man." I see his eyes just light up in delight. He has a pleased look on his face.

"If you are indeed from the future, Sarah," Gaius says, "then you mustn't tell us anything about our own futures. You wouldn't want to risk messing anything up."

"Of course, Gaius. You are absolutely right. I suppose I have already said too much."

"You should also know that magic is forbidden and you mustn't tell anyone about me." Merlin said.

"Magic is outlawed? But this is Camelot!"

"The Camelot you know of is incredibly different then the one we know of then. "Gaius said. I guess so.

Just then Sir Leon comes back into Gaius office and instructs us to follow him. I am so unbelievably nervous at what is about to happen. I am about to meet the King. Crap. I don't even have a story. If I stick with the truth, I'm dead.

We walk down long, stone corridors until we reach two large wooden doors. There are guards on either side of the door.

"I have requested an audience with the king. He is expecting us." Sir Leon says. The guards open up the doors and Merlin, Gaius and I shuffle in behind him. It is a large, stone (how shocking!)room with high windows. The room is quite empty except for a few guards and three occupied chairs.

I first spy a young, raven-haired woman. She's completely gorgeous with long hair, porcelain skin, and clothed in a gown fit for a queen. I have no idea who she is. She's too young to be married to the king, but I didn't think Arthur had a sister.

I move my eyes further left and I see an older gentleman with greying hair. He wears dark clothing, fit for royalty, so I can only assume he's the king. He has a stern look on his face and I know I would really not want to get on his bad side.

Further left, I see a young man with blonde hair and the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. He's tall and muscular. This must be Prince Arthur. His face is passive as his father leans over to whisper something into his ear. He gives his father a short nod and they all stand.

"Who are you and what is your business in Camelot." The King loudly asks. His voice echoes around the room and it causes a shiver to pass over me. My eyes widen in fright and I start shaking like a leaf. I have no story prepared. I can't even speak. "SPEAK, GIRL."

"Sire, please. You're scaring the poor girl. She looks completely harmless!" says the girl to the King's left. I give her a small smile in thanks and she gives me one in return.

"Morgana, I do not require your input. She looks fine, so therefore she can handle answering a few questions!"

"Sire, if I may?" Gaius asks. Uther nods at him. "When Sir Leon brought her to us, she seemed pretty shook up. Perhaps, yelling at her won't be the best tactic to get her to talk?"

"Of course, Gaius." Uther turns his gaze back to me and I immediately lower my eyes to the floor. "What is your name, girl?"

"My-my name is S-Sarah, your highness." I can just barely get the words passed my lips. My voice is trembling. The fear of meeting new people is completely overcoming me. Meeting Gaius and Merlin was different. I could just tell they were warm and friendly people. King Uther was making this atmosphere anything but and it was having a huge negative effect on me.

"Are you alright? You're shaking like a leaf." I look up. It was the prince who spoke. He looks at me just as concerned as Morgana was. This is all too much. My vision starts to blur, I start to hyperventilate and I start to sway back and forth. I briefly utter a "no" before my vision goes black and I hit the floor.

Author's Note: While I do not own anything belonging to Merlin, I have decided to take a few liberties. Gwen won't be too too big in this story (despite how much I actually adore her) and this takes place somewhere in season 2. I won't be doing the whole episode-by-episode thing. I actually have no idea what exactly I'm going to be doing. Its my first fanfic and I strongly encourage reviews. I want to hear input and critiques! Thanks, guys!