DISCLAIMER: (A/N: see chapter 1 for proper disclaimer.)

Amy's POV

As I came to, I noticed that I was in someone's arms…well, I was in two people's arms. When I opened my eyes, I was looking in Tristan's entrancing dark eyes. I also saw that there was Gawain, Lancelot and Galahad, who was still wearing a towel around his waist. I must have had a nervous twitch, because I had accidentally kicked Gawain, who hit Lancelot in the arm. Lancelot shouldered Galahad, who pushed Tristan into me. Then, out of nowhere, I had a vision that had been in my dreams for about a month after my parents died…

Morgana was limping up the steps to the surface with her rescuer by her side. She held onto the dagger that she had stolen from her rescuer in what was left of her sleeve. As she looked up to the sky, she noticed that it was snowing. She looked to see Guinevere's rescuer asking for water. She then took a look at the knights that were standing around and saw…

'Kyle?' Morgana asked.

She then realized that she wasn't Morgana…but Amy Bradley!

The scene changes and Morgana is seen to be in the same room as Amy and the four knights.

Hello Amy.

Amy is then seen awake and walking over to the Woad sorceress. She stopped in front of the sorceress.

Who are you?

I am Morgana…your ancestor. I've been waiting for you.

Why?

There are great things in line for you, Amelia Bradley. You are the very last in my line of descendants.

I know that…but, why are you saying that there are great things ahead of me? Is there something about to happen?

Yes. Let me show you…

Amy then sees glimpses of things about to happen: she sees herself talking to Tristan. She then sees herself laughing with the knights and Roxie. Finally, she sees a bloodied dagger in a chamber with fire and chaos in the background.

These are things that are about to happen, Amelia. They will not be clear to understand until moments before they happen. Amelia, you must, with the aid of Roxie, protect the knights and my half brother from getting killed in your time.

Is this what you've told Roxie before she came back to the present?

No. I told her when she saw Lancelot, Guinevere, and Tristan a couple of nights ago. Arthur, however, should be there along with Dagonet. Where they all are right now, I do not know. I will assume that they are there as well.

But, why ask me? I'm sure that Roxie could do it alone.

Because your love with one of the knights will be the downfall to someone in the future. It has happened already, that I can be sure of. But, the question is: can you be sure of it?

I don't know what you mean by that…

I'll rephrase the question for you: can you be sure that you will be able to save all of these knights without making one of them die?

…I guess I can try…

There is no 'try', Amelia…but, there is 'hope'.

I really don't know…that's why I said I'll try. I know that I cannot say 'yes' because I'm bound to break my promise to you.

I knew that you might say that. But, the visions' clarity will come in due time, child…in due time…

Then, as Morgana's presence vanished, I immediately bolted to a sitting position. I heaved in air as I realized that I was in bed and it was morning. I looked at the clock that was on he night table and it read 8:45 a.m. I glanced at my Illuminator sports watch and it read 11:45 a.m. Boy, did I overslept. Usually, I was about to have lunch by now in New York. Sighing, I got out of bed, wondering as to how I ended up in the bed. I closed my eyes to see who was in the apartment at the moment. Immediately, I sensed someone in the joint bathroom: Gawain. He was finishing on putting hair gel on his now short hair. The next person I was able to sense was Lancelot, but he was still asleep in the bedroom on the other side of the joint bathroom.

Out in the living room were Galahad, Bors and Dagonet. They were all asleep on the couch, with the TV on low volume. Galahad had his head on Bors' shoulder while Dagonet held his head with one arm on the armrest. They were snoring lightly, minus Bors, who was the loudest.

'God, wonder how they put up with that?' I thought as I continued with my 'psychic' morning routine.

Arthur and Guinevere were not in the room, but they were out in Roxie's balcony, eating breakfast together. The Woad was telling Arthur about what she seen on her way back to the room last night. Arthur just listened to his wife's tale with a sincere smile. Roxie, however, was no way to be found. She was probably in one of the clubs that she owned…I guess, maintaining it for the time being. The only one that was missing was—

Right away, I found the silent knight up in the roof, watching the sun rising. He looked a bit upset and the light emitting from the morning star showed that easily on his face. Knowing what other people feel and think besides their aura colors are kind of a natural thing for me to pick up effortlessly. This alone was my gift…and curse.

I must have lingered long on Tristan because he coughed into the air and cocked his head to one side.

"You know, the Woad sorceress did the same thing once. I figured that her 'talent' was passed down," Tristan said into the morning sun.

I'm surprised that you take my gift neutrally. Usually, anyone would freak out for a while before calming down…but, that would depend on the person's reaction, of course. I telepathically said to the scout.

"Hmph, she said the same thing."

She must have done or looked differently from me.

"Her inner arms were beautifully-designed with blue tattoos. You only have one black tattoo on your inner right arm."

I've seen people's bodies covered with tattoos…and I mean, WAY too many tattoos. Besides, I have three tattoos; you guys only saw only one of them.

"Three tattoos? Roxie must have not noticed when she got you in bed."

I was wondering as to who put me in bed last night. Well, not that you look concerned, but 'she' visited me last night.

"Morgana? She visited you?"

Yes…but, what she told me cannot be repeated. Well, not yet, at least.

I grabbed my leather jacket and walked over to the only window in the room. I opened it entirely and I climbed out to the emergency exit landing. From there, I climbed to the roof and found Tristan there with an unbuttoned black shirt and black jeans. He kept his hair length the same and had his braids in his hair. His eyes were closed now; the sun kissing his left cheek.

"You came up here to pray to your gods?" I asked, seeing his sword nearby.

"No…just to meditate and train up here," the scout knight replied as he opened his dark chocolate brown eyes.

"Oh…" I said as I walked to where he was and sat cross legged on the roof floor next to him, watching him from the corner of my eye.

I closed my eyes again after a while and began to sense his aura. He was somewhat a grayish-black, which would mean that he was lonely as well as upset. He didn't look too well, since he was more gray than black.

"You always concerned?" he asked out of nowhere.

I opened my eyes and stared at the brown eyes looking at my hazel brown ones.

"What makes you say that?"

"Your posture…gave away that concerned feeling easily."

I just looked at him with mere confusion. How was he able to know what I was feeling? But, then again, a scout's got to be able to know everything that surrounded him…even people's emotions too.

"Okay…so, I am concerned."

"Thought so…you aren't much different from her."

"You make it seem like I'm her but reincarnated. I'm not: I've very different from her. This is the twenty-first century. There's no way that she's even still alive."

"Don't talk about Morgana like that. She was very honest and cared for others' lives before hers," Tristan said as he stood up. "I bet you never cared for anyone other than yourself before…" he added threateningly as he got in my face.

"I have cared for others in my life. Now, get your face out of mine before I'll beat the crap out of you," I said with equal tone as I shoved him out of my personal space.

"I think not, child…" Tristan said coldly.

That drew the line to the point where my temper took over my reasoning. I used my 'gift' to move his sword away as I got to my feet and drew out my Sais from their holsters in my inner pockets of my jacket. The scout was able to get his sword before it was beyond his reach. Damn, is he good…no, not good: better than I first anticipated. Before he was able to get the upper hand, I had caused him to stand where he was.

"WITCH! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?" Tristan shouted at me as I slowly walked around him.

"Do you yield?"

"WHAT! I will never—"

"Fine…" I said as I made my way over to the ladder leading down to the ladder to the emergency exit landing. "Just to let you know, I'm not as cold as you might think I am…" I added as I let the scout knight go from the minor paralyzing spell.