Ok so this is my first fanfic so I hope you like it. This takes place in the middle of The Mists of Avalon right after Gwenyfar is kidnapped by her half brother Melodegranz, and then rescued by Lancelet. If you haven't read The Mists of Avalon then just bear with me. If you have any suggestions, say them. Flames are welcome. Please review.
Journey Into Thauresil
Chapter 1: A magical barrier
It had been a day since Lancelet had rescued Gwenyfar from Melodegranz. They rode on in silence, their horses side by side, holding hands and smiling at each other. The other soldiers fell behind, scowling at their queen who seemed not to care that they thought, and pretty much knew that she was involved in adultery. But she didn't care, she didn't care at all. She loved Lancelet, and it was him who had saved her when she was in trouble, not her husband, King Arthur. No, it was never Arthur.
But as they rode on and the sun went down, she realized she needed to think about what was happening, for if Arthur found out, he would be hurt, and she didn't want to hurt him. She also didn't want to get Lancelet into trouble either. So, she ordered them to stop and make camp. She told Lancelet she was going for a walk in the woods for a few hours, and that no one was to follow her, not even him. Try as he might he could not succeed in changing her mind.
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As Gwenyfar wandered deep into the depths of the forest, she came to an arch of twined branches and flowers. "Lovely" she thought as the stepped through it. But suddenly the scenery around her began to change and she felt dizziness sweep over her.
What had been darkness was now warm, golden light. The air around her smelled like the sweet scent of lavender, honeysuckle and cinnamon. There were rows of beautiful tall trees with greenish silver leaves along either side of her, forming a hall. This place was utterly gorgeous, but she felt like eyes were watching her, and she grew afraid. Curiosity won over her though, and she continued her way through the path, until she came to a small clearing. Gwenyfar gasped in surprise, for, on a throne of colorful leaves and flowers of all sorts, sat a beautiful young woman. She just sat there smiling, fair as the morning light in contrast to the darker skinned people that stood all around her.
-Welcome, Gwenyfar, The woman said, to the land of Faery. I have been expecting you!
