A/N - One shot added here as it relates to the OC of this story Tayla and not anything else. Written around the time of Arthur's proposal to Tayla. How did Tayla know that his name would live on forever; how did she know he was meant to be with Gwen. Just a bit of fun, hope you enjoy.

Oh my God, I can't believe it worked! You're really here. I have so many questions," the woman in front of her said.

Tayla looked around the room, dazed and, though she didn't want to admit it, even to herself, slightly scared.

"I am sorry. Where am I? Is this a dream?" Tayla asked the overly excited girl in front of her. Wait, she looks like me!

"Sorry. I am Kayla, one of your descendants. I'm like you great great great X 50 granddaughter or something. I can't believe the spell actually worked," Kayla said, almost jumping up and down in excitement.

"Spell?" Tayla asked, confused. Great something granddaughter? I don't even have any children.

"Yeah, the one you wrote in your diary, it's the one I used. You wrote about our meeting, even giving the date. June 17 2010," Kayla replied.

"2010?" Tayla said in a whisper. It can't be. That's the future. That's...

"Yeah, sorry. You are in the future," replied Kayla.

"I think I need to sit down," Tayla said as she made her way to a chair.

"What was I thinking, of course you do. I'm sure you are confused. I'll try to explain things but there isn't really much time. The spell only lasts about 5 minutes, at least according to your diary." Diary? I don't keep a diary Tayla thought.

"I am sorry, but I think you have the wrong person," Tayla said, or I'm having a very vivid dream.

"What, oh my God? You aren't Tayla Princess of Dover?" Kayla asked.

"Well, yes I am," Tayla said. I've never had a dream so, well so real before. There was nothing vague or fuzzy about it. Just very confusing.

"Good. Great. Well, one thing I really wanted to know was what did King Arthur and Queen Guinevere look like. You didn't describe anyone in your diaries."

"King Arthur, Queen Guinevere?" Tayla's eyes went wide at the names.

"Yeah," Kayla said.

"Diaries?" Tayla asked.

"Yes, the diaries you started after you fled to Camelot. I've got copies of all of them, plus your letters to Arthur and his to you," Kayla said. Fled to Camelot? I haven't been to Camelot in years.

"Wait, you said this is 2010? That's, what, 1500 years in the future?" This had to be a dream, if only she could wake up. This just wasn't possible.

"Yeah, you made a spell that kept them safe, slowed the parchments aging, so the family have had copies made and keep the originals, sealed, just in case." When Tayla didn't say anything, Kayla continued.

"It is so funny to see what everyone thinks happened with the King and Queen. They have such interesting imaginations. You see, our family are the only ones who have the records. Every one else only gets the distorted myths and legends. People can't decide if Arthur and Gwen were real or not," Kayla said, her speech hurried.

"They are definitely real. You talk of spells, what do you mean?" Tayla, confused as she was, wasn't about to talk about spells unless she was sure it was safe. She still didn't believe this was happening.

"Oh, every female descendant of yours has power, varying amounts but they all have something," Kayla said as if it was just normal conversation. Things must have changed for spells to be so freely spoken of.

"Oh... I am sorry but I still do not understand. You say you have diaries, but I do not keep diaries." Kayla frowned and a look of distress came over her features.

"What? Oh god! Oh no! I thought you looked too good to be 40, but though hey, what do I know about it? Oh no. How old are you?" By now Kayla was pacing.

"I am 20," Tayla replied.

"20! Oh dear, then you haven't been to Camelot yet? You're not even married. No wonder you are so confused," Kayla said, turning to look at her, distress on the her face at her mistake.

"Married?" Tayla asked.

"Yes to .." Tayla cut her off.

"Stop! I don't think I should know any more." Tayla stood up and started to pace as well. Her breath caught when she saw a picture. She picked it up, turning around to face, well, herself.

"What is this?" Tayla asked, her eyes wide.

"It's a photo, a picture of someone," Kayla replied, walking over to her.

"Who are they?" Tayla asked, looking back at the photo.

"That's Kristian, my fiance, and I. That was taken at a medieval fair last month. He makes quite a handsome knight doesn't he?"

"Yes, he does." Tayla said quietly. She walked over to put the picture back and as she did, she saw another. Four people, they looked so happy. Except for the clothes she would know three of them anywhere. She ran her fingers gently over the faces, tears forming in her eyes. Kayla was watching her carefully.

Tayla spun around at the sound of a door opening. Her breath caught as he walked in the door.

"It's okay. This is Kristian. He knows about you and all of this," Kayla said, reassuringly. Kristan looked between the two women, not quite being able to believe what he saw.

"My Lady" he said, with a bow. His voice!

"Of course he does," Tayla said softly, with a knowing smile.

Tayla jumped at a beeping sound.

"Oh no, time is almost up. Here," Kayla said, handing Tayla a small piece of paper. "The diary said to give this to you before you left. I don't know if it will mean anything, since I seem to have messed up. I am really sorry."

"Don't be. You have given me something more precious than you could imagine." Tayla looked at the two people standing in front of her. Hope flaring in her heart. Tayla heard a humming sound in her ears and watched as everything faded in front of her eyes.

"Goodbye Princess," she heard them say.

"So, did you get to ask her what they looked like?" Kristian asked Kayla.

"No, but I think I know," she said walking over to the photos and picking up the one of the four.

"Well, you do know what she looked like at least. I can't believe how much you look like her," Kristian said.

"We are the same age. I messed up Kristian. I know I followed the spell, but for some reason instead of 40 year old Tayla, I got 20 year old Tayla instead. Given the way she was looking at you, I think I know what Tristan looked like." She smiled. "I told you you would be a perfect knight!" she chuckled.

He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "I don't think I would have liked living back then though. I like my comforts."

"Me too." she replied.

"So you said you think you know what Arthur and Gwen look like?"

"Yeah, i couldn't help but notice the way she was looking at this photo of the four of us."

"You think that Arthur and Gwen look like your brother and his wife?"

"Yeah, I do."

Tayla woke up in her bed, in the Castle she had always known. Just a dream, she thought. As she turned over to get comfortable, she felt something in her hand. She looked. It was a piece of parchment, and it was very old. No, it can't be she thought in disbelief.

She opened it up and read the words written, in her own hand. "Believe the dream. The mistake was meant to be."

She stared at it for a few moments, then a smile spread across her face. The hope that she had felt in her heart flared again, knowing that in at least one lifetime, they would be together. She got up, lighting more candles. She had a letter to write to a Prince she loved dearly. He needed encouragement in matters of the heart.