Chapter 3-
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"So, what are you?" Lancelot asks from the other side of his best friend.
"I thought it was obvious," the little red head answers. "I am a girl."
"But with… you know," the blond boy says.
"With what?" Guinevere answers with a bit of exasperation.
Arthur, who is sitting between the two, stops staring out into the lake they are sitting by to stop the upcoming fight.
"Lancelot, drop it."
"But…"
"I am sorry," he says turning to the girl who saved his life. "Sometimes he doesn't think before he speaks."
Lancelot lets out a breath of annoyance.
"I really don't know," she finally answers looking up to the boy next to her. "I sometimes see things that might happen, or has happen. Sometimes I'll be able to help those in need, but not always," she finishes looking away.
"Who else knows?"
"Only my parents. They are wonderful, most people would have left their freak of a child if they would have gone through the things we have."
Arthur nods and Lancelot looks at her with sadness.
"We will protect you," Lancelot says looking into the girls beautiful eyes. "No one, other than us, will know in this town."
"Thank you."
….
Just as Guinevere is about to get into bed she hears a knocking noise by her window. Perplex, she pulls a little the curtain to the side only to find one of her best friends sitting on the railing of her balcony.
"Arthur, what are you doing here," she asks as she opens the balcony's doors.
"I came to get you," he gives her a mischievous smile. "We are going in a little trip."
"Are you insane," she reprimands still in a whisper, "if my parents find out I will be in loads of trouble."
"Come on, Guinevere," Arthur says rolling his eyes. "We will be back before sunrise. I promise."
Guinevere shakes her head, no.
"What are you a chicken?"
"No, but I am a five year old girl," she responds crossing her arms over her chest.
"It will be very fun. Trust me. Don't you trust us?" She nods. "Then?"
She bites her lower lip before nodding.
"Fine, I'll go but only for an hour or so,"
"Or so, we'll take that," he then starts climbing down a flower vine. "Come on."
"I am so dead," she whispers before following her dark haired best friend.
…
A half hour later an elegant woman steps into the room that faces the front of the home in the second floor.
The first thing she notices is the open balcony doors; the second, the empty bedroom.
Out on the distance she could see two small figures riding a horse towards the woods that leads to the lake.
"She is so dead," the woman whispers before turning around to talk to her husband.
…..
"What are we doing here?" Guinevere asks as Lancelot helps her off the horse.
When her feet finally hits the ground she looks around only to see a small fire, a jug with some sort of liquid, and a simple, yet beautiful, knife. She gulps once she looks at the knife.
"We have decided…" Arthur begins after coming back from tying his horse to the tree.
"That it is about time we incorporate you into our group," Lancelot continues.
"Really, make you part of our group," Arthur says taking a seat near the knife and jug before signaling her to take a seat slightly off from across from him.
Lancelot also takes a weirdly place seat from them, and as Guinevere looks more closely, she notices that they equally apart from each other.
"A few years ago Lancelot and I made a pact," Arthur continues staring into the fire. "In this pact we promised to take care of each other, and always be there for each other no matter how far away we are from each other."
"We were thinking that since we already gave you our word," Lancelot says, "we might want to make it official."
"That is if you're willing to give us that type of dedication," Arthur says trying to hand over the knife to the five year.
"What am I suppose to do," Guinevere asks with determination in her eyes.
"Cut the palm of your hand, and then let your blood drip into this potion," Lancelot says placing the jug in front of her.
"Potion," the girl asks with a quiver in her voice.
"Yes," Arthur says, "it is a major thing between the greatest of friends. Like a magical oath of some sort."
She nods.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Lancelot asks.
She only answers by cutting her palm.
…..
"You have any idea of how worried we were of you?" a man's voice asks as she enters her bedroom from her balcony.
Her bedside lamp is instantly lit.
"Mom, dad, what are you two still doing up?"
"Just waiting for our five year old daughter to come back from god knows where," her mother answers.
"Was that Arthur?" her father asks.
"Yes, sir," Guinevere answers with her eyes facing down.
"Well at least he brought you unharmed," his father grumbles.
"We are so disappointed in you, Guinevere," her mother says quietly. "You leave our home with two boys, and not tell anyone about it. You're lucky those boys respect you right now."
"They'll always respect me ma," the little girl answers waving her hands.
That is when the parents notices a small cut across one of her palms.
"Oh right," her mother counters. "Then what is that."
"It is nothing," the little girl says holding her hand to her chest.
"You are in big trouble young lady," her father says standing up. "You are not allowed out of the house unless one of us is with you."
"But…" she tries to interject.
"And if your friends want to see you, they will have to come here and help you with all your chores. Am I clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, now go to bed," her father says leading his wife out of the room. "Your mother will tell you for how long your punishment will be tomorrow."
The little girl looks up at her parents before running to them and giving them a tight hug.
"Goodnight sweetie," her parents say before closing the door behind them.
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