It was late at night and I wasn't expecting anyone to catch me. I was in my chambers, laying on my back, staring at the ceiling. When I felt that the time was right, I got up as quietly as I could. My bare feet hit the cold stone floor softly, but it still sent shivers down my spine. I could feel where the tears had run down my cheeks while I had thought about Merlin and Mordred. What were they thinking? They couldn't just stop Morgana. It was crazy. Delusional.

I walked to the wardrobe that stood at the end of the room. I opened it as quietly as I could, but it still squeaked as I unlatched the door. I cringed as I heard the high pitched noise. I grabbed my dark brown cloak, the one my father had worn once, and put it on. I also took out my bow and quiver of arrows from behind the clothes. I had sneaked it into my room the day I got it from Leon. He told me not to tell Mother, and that he would teach me how to shoot it when the time was right. Oh, he taught me all right. He told me I was the quickest archer he'd ever met. Anyway, I slung the bow and quiver over my shoulder. I raced over to the door, not bothering to close the wardrobe door, and put on a pair of hunting boots that had been given to me by Percival. I had never been allowed to wear them, except wen I was playing or training. I looked around my room once more, knowing that I might never see it again.

I opened the door.

The corridors were dark and I could barely see anything. Though moonlight shone through the windows and casted shadows on the floor, I could only just keep from tripping over my own feet. I could, however, see the sleeping guard that was at the end of the hall. I crept past him, quietly, making sure I didn't make a noise. I noticed the guard as Graham, an old knight that was retired. I had sneaked past him many times when I was small and wanted to go to the armory. Now was not different. I slipped past him without making a sound and ran down the halls.

When I finally reached the stables, I was out of breath and hunched over. I had made it. I walked over to the second stable on the left, where my horse, Dancer, slept. He was a beautiful stallion with brown hair and a black mane. He had a white spot over his right eye. I didn't know why I had named him Dancer. Maybe it was the way he galloped. So graceful and smooth, almost as if he were doing the Waltz. I shook my head, clearing any thoughts from my mind. I saddled him up in silence, though he did whinny a couple times. It sounded a lot louder than what I remembered the last time I rode him. I shushed him and continued on. Finally, I got everything ready. I took a couple apples from the pantry and slung myself over the edge and onto the horse.

"What do you think you're doing?" I heard a voice say. It was of course Joshua, the stable boy. The hood of my cloak was up, so he couldn't see my face. I turned slightly to get a look at his features. His slightly upturned nose cast a weird shadow on his face. His big eyes were as wide as saucers. And his ears! Big and outwardly turned. He reminded me of a monkey.

I didn't answer him. I just whipped the reigns of the horse and we galloped out. By the time the warning bells were ringing, I was already out of there.

I had been riding for an hour, following tracks. I had learned how to do that from Blaine. A younger knight who resembled Gwaine. Rumors were that Blaine was his son, but who knows. I had seen Gwaine in pictures obviously, so I could agree that Blaine did look like him. Anyways, I had been following track, which is really hard to do in the dark. The night was silent, with the occasional owls hoot and the hooves of Dancer pounding on the ground. I thought I had been getting somewhere, but I was naive. I knew deep down somewhere that I'd never be able to track them. I had found myself at the edge of a cliff. I knew this cliff. It was Gregorn's Cliff.

I looked over the treetops, looking for smoke or something that would indicate a camp. There. Black smoke rose from the trees. My hear rate quickened. I must be the luckiest person in the world. It didn't look that far, maybe a couple miles. It had to be them.

Right?

Seeds of doubt started crawling inside my head. What if it's not them. What if I'm walking into a trap? What if they're bandits? I'm sure a princess of Camelot will fetch a handsome price.

Well, I thought. There's only one way to find out. I turned Dancer around and started to ride out into the forest.