I am going to start commenting on reviews that people have made (like I do in Superheroes & Stories) so here you go:

Blue Turtle of AWESOMENESS- That's so crazy! Haha I pulled those names out of thin air

Lily En Pointe- Thank you! I am happy to hear my story isn't too fangirly. I do see what you mean though, as I was writing it I thought shit this isn't as good as I want. Why is she going to Uther? This should be a bigger deal. And as for her freaking out at the moment I have it so that she doesn't really believe this is real. She's considering the possibility but she hasn't admitted it. Don't worry, she will have an epiphany soon.

E- Hahah your review (the one about yelling) made my day! Thank you :)

If I did not comment on your review it doesn't mean that I don't love you! I read everyone's reviews and I am so grateful and excited any time I get one, so thank you :)

The room that we entered was long and elegant, with stonewalls and candelabras that stood like guards next to the doors. The windows were made of painted glass that threw puddles of colored light across the floor. At the end of the room sat three thrones carved out of elegant, dark wood. In the one on the right sat a girl about my age. She was dressed in a dark green gown and had long raven hair that fell past her shoulders in waves. She eyed me, her green gaze curious as she took in my outfit. No doubt I looked like some sort of barbarian to her. Note to self, jeans are only acceptable around the 21st century. The throne to the left (or the king's right) was empty and I guessed that this was where Arthur must sit most of the time. And in the throne in the middle sat Uther Pendragon, tall and regal.

"Father." Arthur bent down on one knee next to me, bowing his head respectfully. The other knights did the same and I glanced at them nervously. I doubted that women were supposed to drop to the ground like that so I slipped my left foot back and bent low in a respectful curtsy. It had less of the desired effect without a dress but I hoped that it would do. Everyone was staring at me anyway.

When I lifted my head I found Uther staring at me like I was some science experiment that he was disgusted with and curious about at the same time. Damn my outfit.

"Who is this?"

"This," Arthur said, "is Isabel. The knights and I found her outside the castle. She was lying on the ground next to her horse, dressed like… this."

"Yes, what are you wearing?"

Could we just stop with the whole jeans issue? I opened my mouth to say something but Uther cut me off.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"I… um…" I felt my face flush as I realized that all eyes were on me. And I had no excuse. What was I supposed to tell them? That I had no idea why I was here? Or how I had even gotten here? And oh, by the way, I still don't believe that this isn't all a dream. Well if this was a dream then why couldn't I make things up? So I took a deep breath and dove into it.

"My name is Lady Isabel White and I come from a land called Chicago." Oh my gosh. I sounded ridiculous. But I bit my lip and kept a straight face because I had to sell it.

Uther narrowed his eyes. "Chicago. I have never heard of it, where is it located?"

"It's pretty far." I said, stumbling to come up with an excuse. "Near Lake Michigan. I was…. Traveling, to visit relatives but there was… a storm. And I got lost. I saw the castle in the distance and thought that someone could help." It was rough, but at least the story made sense.

"Why are you dressed as so?" The king asked.

"I…" I shifted uneasily on my feet. "The dress that I wore was damaged in the storm. It caught on a branch and weighed my horse and I down as we tried to find shelter. I had to leave it behind and this was all that I had." I didn't explain how I got my outfit because I couldn't think of a good enough reason for me to be wearing men's clothing. I bit my lip and waited to hear the king's response.

He studied me for a moment, his eyes disbelieving. "Very well." He said and I sagged with relief, but his next words made my heart sink. "I will need to look into your story."

Great. What story? He would look into my story and find out that Chicago didn't exist. I didn't exist. At least not yet.

"Until then," he continued, "you will be kept in close quarters. You will be given a room but you will be guarded at all times."

"I will be what?"

"Arthur please escort her to one of the rooms in the east wing. Ensure that she is comfortable, but keep an eye on her."

"Yes, father." Arthur placed a hand on my shoulder and I gasped at the sudden pain that licked its way down my arm.

"Oh my gosh." My body contracted and Arthur stumbled back in surprise. "Lady Isabel? What's wrong? Are you in pain?"

I nodded, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. "It's my shoulder."

Arthur took a step forward and reached out gently, palms forward. "May I examine it?"

I hesitated, not wanting to feel that burning pain again, but I knew he only wanted to help so I nodded. He gently touched a hand to my shoulder blade. In a second the pain was back and I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. I thought I did an okay job of holding myself together but Arthur noticed and his expression darkened.

"Father," he turned to the king, "I must take her to see Gaius, her shoulder could be badly injured."

Uther nodded. "Very well." Then he settled back into his seat, signaling that my audience with the king was over.

OooooooO

Arthur led me back through the halls of the castle but this time I didn't look around. I would have asked where exactly we were going but my shoulder was enough to distract me. After about five minutes Arthur pushed open one of the many doors that lined the hall and ushered me in. Inside was a mess of beakers, papers and medical tools. It looked like a mix between a library, science lab and medieval clinic.

At one of the tables sat a man with stark white hair that hung against his shoulders. He looked to be in his late 70s or 80s and I guessed that this must be Gaius. A second later Arthur confirmed my suspicions.

"Gaius."

Gaius raised his head and immediately jumped to his feet. "What's wrong?"

"This is Isabel. I believe that something is wrong with her shoulder."

Gaius nodded and took a step forward, helping Arthur to settle me down on one of the wooden benches. Once I was seated he began to examine my shoulder, prodding it as gently as he could. "Has anything happened in the past few days that could injure you?"

I started to shake my head when I suddenly remembered. When I had run into the arena to calm Destiny she reared and struck my shoulder. "My horse. She kicked my shoulder."

"When did this happen?"

"Not long. Just yesterday."

Gaius nodded and took a step back. "Well I will have to examine it further but it appears that you could have a fracture. The bruising and swelling should go down in a few days. I will give you some cool cloths to place on it as well as some herbs for the pain."

I nodded numbly, still trying to make sense of it all. I had been hurt before, this was nothing new, but pain like this couldn't happen. Not in a dream. And as I sat there on that bench, it finally hit me. This was real. It was all real.