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Chapter 6
"Knock"
"Knock"
"Knock"
The sound of banging sounds louder then it probably should be somehow and it defiantly wakes me up seeing as how it won't stop.
I open my eyes slowly and a bright blinding light is what they meet. I lift my head slightly up from the soft blanket my head was resting on to find that I am lying on a large bed.
Upon further inspection I notice that I am in very fancy room, large yet small in a sense.
The banging on the door to my left never ceased and was starting to annoy me even more.
I slowly sat up in the lavish bed to find that the clothing on my back was the same as last night and my sword was nestled snugly by my side except it wasn't buckled on to me.
The door suddenly opened quickly causing me to wince and also a headache to start forming.
None other than Mordred walked in looking a little worried.
"Thank the gods, Angel where have you been?" he asked.
"I was sleeping. Why?" I ask curious and confused.
A wave of nausea swept over me and I leaned over clutching my stomach as Mordred answered my question.
"Its past midday!" he exclaimed.
"How drunk was I last night?"
"You drank a lot."
"Oh." Is all I could say, I must have drunk more than I thought because surprisingly I am still very tired. "That's really great I'm going to sleep now, bye nice seeing you again."
I fall back into the bed and pull the covers over my head.
"Not a chance you have to attend a feast with me so get dressed." Mordred told me.
I groan as he pulls the covers off me and leaves.
After I am in clean clothing and my sword is securely strapped to my side I head out of the castle. There is still some time left before the feast and I really want to find work. Since finding Mordred and even Gwaine for some reason it feels like home here and I want to stay. I also don't like taking free things so I will find work and stay for a while anyways.
I was walking through the market asking a few people if they needed work and each said no.
I wasn't looking where I was walking and bumped into someone causing me to fall back on the ground. My head started to pound again.
I looked up to the other person whom I bumped into to find that it was Gwen, the queen of Camelot.
"I am so sorry Gwen." I tell her horridly as I get up myself and help her up.
"It's all right Angel. Are you okay?" she tells me.
"Me? I am fine and more worried about you. Are you okay?"
"Yes and if this keeps happening I will have to buy more dresses." She's says with a small smile.
I smile back and then her smile disappears as her eyes land on my neck. No not my neck, what is around it?
Somehow my chain with the Pendragon crest on it slipped out from underneath my shirt and she saw it.
"Where did you get that from?" Gwen asked looking a little shaken.
"My birth parents left this for me." I say slowly unsure. "It is the only thing I have from them."
She walks over closer. "May I see it?"
"Sure."
I take of the chain, clasp it and hand it to her.
Carefully she takes it like it is made of glass and says to me, "Can I borrow this?"
"If you return it later." I say even more confused.
"I have to go." The queen says fast before walking away.
As she leaves I can't help but feel lost, confused, and somehow scared.
Gwen and Arthur
"Arthur! Arthur!" cries the queen of Camelot almost into tears.
Gwen runs into the counsel's chambers calling out for her husband. As soon as Arthur hears her frantic cries he looks up and runs to her.
Holding his wife in his arms he leads her out of the room with a quick apology to the other members.
As soon as they are out of the room and in their own private chambers Arthur begins to question her.
"What is the matter Guinevere?" He asks.
"Arthur, Arthur I found her. I found our Angel." She says quickly.
"Our Angel? You found Angelica!? Slow down Guinevere and tell me from the beginning."
And she tells him right from the beginning, everything and then shows him the chain with the Pendragon crest.
"I want to believe it to Guinevere but she could be just a coincidence." Explains Arthur.
"It's her Arthur, it has to be, and it is. Our Angel." Gwen argues.
"All right Guinevere I will go ask Guise for his counsel and see if he can tell."
King Arthur takes the chain with the Pendragon crest on it from the queen's hands and leaves the room not daring to even hope that it really could be her.
Physician chambers
"It is the exact one you gave to the newly born princess just a few months ago sire. All I can say is that she really is the Princess Angelica and what the lady Morgana said was true. She must have found a way to send her back in time." Says Guise to the king.
Arthur exhales deeply and sits down or more like collapses on a chair.
"She's all grown up now." Arthur says quietly.
"Are you going to tell her?"
"I must, not just for me and Guinevere but also for Camelot."
Angel
I walked into Gwen and Arthur's private chambers feeling unnerved about the whole thing. What could they possibly want to talk to me about? And alone?
"Angel, thank you for coming. Please sit." Said Arthur with too much emotion in his voice for just seeing me.
Gwen looked at me with a real genuine smile and handed back my chain to me.
"Angel you must know about our daughter whom was taken by now." Said Gwen.
I nodded my head and she continued, "Well when she was born Arthur gave her a long chain with the Pendragon crest on it, promising her that one day she would be a great Queen. This chain and ring that you have is the same one."
I looked at her and Arthur just staring trying to comprehend what she was saying and then it made sense. My vision, these weird feelings and just everything. But how is it even possible?
"Angel is what Morgana called you before she took you. Angel is short for Angelica. Princess Angelica." Said Arthur.
"No, No, No there has to be a mistake, it can't be!" I yell while getting up of the chair. "I'm sorry about your daughter but I'm not, I'm 24 not a baby!"
"Morgana said that's she was going to take you into the past and that's where you grew up." Gwen said.
I knew it was true yet I can't accept this truth, this reality.
"I'm sorry I have to go." I say quickly before running out the doors and out of the castle.
I bumped into Merlin as I ran but kept running as tears streamed down my face. My whole life is crashing around me and all I can think of doing is to run away.
I run out the walls of Camelot into the think dense forest that surrounds the city and stop once I am out of breath.
I slide down a tree and begin to weep quietly.
"Hello Angel." Comes an eerie yet familiar voice.
I lift my tear stricken face to see a woman around my age standing there dressed in all dark clothing matching her dark head.
"Who are you?" I say with a small voice.
She answers my question in a bitter voice, "Don't you remember me, my niece? I am the lady Morgana, you're the daughter of my dear brother."