A/N - I'm seriously having so much fun writing this! Hope you guys are enjoying reading it! :)
Isabelle clasped her hands around her head, shaking violently as another horrifying vision poured itself into mind. She saw a darkened room that looked vaguely familiar, several shadowy figures emerged from the depths of the inky blackness. Their eyes glowed with a spark of cruel intention, the rest of their faces were concealed with pale masks and long, flowing, scarlet robes draped around their ghostly frames. Isabelle noticed another figure lying in center of the room, blood pooling around him from a wound in his side. Unlike like the others, this figure was dressed in relatively normal and wore no mask. He lifted his head just enough for Isabelle to get a look at his face, panic gripped her heart like a cold winter's chill. She was pulled from her vision with a bone chilling scream, her heart pounded violently like hammer inside her chest. Without a second thought she snatched up her sword and rushed back to Camelot.
Arthur lay restless in his bed, a feeling of uneasiness keeping him from the slumber he sought so desperately. Just when he thought he was about to drift off, a large, rough, callused hand clasped tightly over his face, preventing any air from reaching his lungs. The king pulled at the hand with all his might, trying furiously to escape it's grip. Mustering all his strength, he gave one final push and to his surprise, the hand released him. He gasped for air and rushed to grab his sword, prepared to defend himself against his attacker. Arthur stumbled across the cold, stone floor, cursing the light headed sensation that hazed his vision and sapped nearly every last drop of his strength.
"Come out and face me, you coward!" he shouted, trying to hide his weakened state. His eyes grew wide as he watched several dark, masked figures, dressed in scarlet robes, emerging from the depths of his chambers. He lunged at the individual nearest to him, his sword missing the frail frame by mere inches. Another swing of his blade held the same fate, he began to panic as the figures neared. "Guards..." he mumbled pitifully as he sank to the ground. A slender blade pierced his side with a sharp, numbing pain. Warm blood oozed from his wound, spreading across the floor like thick, red carpet. The gleeful cackles from his attackers began to fade from his mind, his eyelids began to grow heavy, the last thing he saw was a burst of warm light from his now open chamber doors and the figure of woman. Then, everything went black.
The figures hissed at the light that poured in from the open chamber doors. Hisses turned to angered growls as a woman's figure stepped through the doorway.
"Get away from him." she ordered in a threatening tone. One of the figures dared to step out in front of her, as if to taunt her. She didn't hesitate to slash her sword through his gut, fresh blood spilled onto the stone floor. The other figures jumped back in fright, startled at her bold actions. "I said, get away from him." she said with authoritative rage. The figures remained in their places, only tilting their heads to the side as if to get a better look at her. Overpowered by impatience and concern for the young king, Isabelle began to battle his attackers with a fearsome passion seen only in the bravest of warriors. A tall man's figure appeared in the doorway, he began to fight the group of masked beings as well. When all the strange creatures lay in a bloody mass upon the floor, Isabelle rushed to Arthur's side. The man who had assisted her quickly lit several candles to improve the room's dim lighting. He let out a small gasp,
"Isabelle? What are you doing here?" his voice quivered fearfully.
"What does it look like I'm doing, Leon? I'm saving the king." the seer's voice was cold and emotionless as she examined the man before her. She grasped the hem of her dress and tore off a shred, she wrapped the fabric around the King's body to help stop the bleeding.
"It's not safe for you here, you have to leave!" the knight insisted. Isabelle shot Leon a stone cold glare.
"I'm not leaving him." she snarled, turning back to Arthur. With closed eyes, she said a silent prayer that he would be all right. A third person rushed through the open doorway,
"What's-" Gwaine stopped, his mouth gaped at the sight before him. Masked figures lay strewn about the room, blood gushing from their cold bodies. Concern flooded his soft brown eyes as he spotted Arthur laying on the floor, wounded and helpless. "Arthur..." he breathed, hurrying to his friend's side. His eyes fell on the young seer, "You!" he spat accusingly.
"She's only helping, Gwaine!" Leon shouted in Isabelle's defense. With that, the knight grabbed the seer's arm and rushed out of the room. She protested loudly but that didn't stop him. He clasped a hand over her mouth as he exited the castle, trying his best to keep her silent. He sped through the forest, not stopping until he reached the hut. Leon kept his back to the door to keep the seer from escaping.
"Let me go!" she screamed furiously. Leon stood firm,
"Why do you want to help him so badly? Why would you want to save a man who would see you dead? Tell me!" Isabelle hung her head, tears escaping her eyes as she released the emotion that she had kept bottled up inside.
"You wouldn't understand..." she whimpered. "Please...please let me go back." The knight shook his head,
"I can't. They would kill you."
"I don't care!" she shouted through her tears. "I-" Her words were cut off by a sudden embrace from Leon.
"I do." he whispered. Fresh tears welled up in the seer's eyes, it had been so long since anyone had cared for her that she had almost forgotten what it felt like. All her life she had been hated, persecuted by the very ones who should have loved her the most. The haunting image of her mother's face filled her mind, she pushed it aside, not wanting to be reminded of the painful memories that it bore. Leon's hands began to brush gently through her thick, midnight hair as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He bent down and pressed his mouth to her's, pulling her small frame close to his. Their lips parted just slightly as they were infused in the beauty and passion of the kiss. Isabelle ran her fingers through Leon's honey colored locks, losing herself in the moment. Several moments passed before the knight pulled away,
"I-I should go..." he mumbled awkwardly. Isabelle nodded, pulling her hair in front of her face to hide a blush. With that, Leon hurried back to the citadel to face the consequences that awaited him.