Dreaming of the Past

I don't own anything from the King Arthur movie or anything else that may be recognised.

Miranda, a young and struggling historian specialising in modern history is given a sword from the dark ages to study which will shake her world to its very roots.

Hi, this is my first story and I really hope it goes down well with everyone. The prologue is really short because it is mainly just helping to give a bit of an introduction to the main character and a hint at what's to come. It is, after all, the prologue. Updates will, hopefully, come weekly or maybe sooner but in this first update I uploaded the first chapter too. Enjoy!

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Prologue

Miranda Richardson picked up the rusty sword from its pedestal. Slowly turning the fifteen hundred year old instrument over in her hands she closely examined it, scribbling down notes as she went…slight corrosion on the hilt, detailed engravings down length of blade but unable to distinguish exact design,…

A child prodigy she'd been called, Miranda had been home schooled by an obsessive mother until she was shipped off to high school when she was only ten. Skipping a year she had ended up doing her HSC at only fifteen and went straight into university. The kind of kid you see on A Current Affair and other such shows. Now, at eighteen she was struggling to be taken seriously by the historical societies of the world. It's not easy being a teenage girl, no matter how 'gifted', in an industry dominated over by elderly males.

She returned the sword to its place and dusted the rust specks off her gloves. The sword had been discovered three weeks ago by an archaeologist at Cadbury Castle in Somerset, England. The place was believed to be the where Arthur's Camelot had resided.

Pfft…

Miranda had never had the most active of imaginations. Her whole childhood, not that she had had much of one, had been devoted to learning and study. She had been a perpetual failure at art practical and just about any other subjects that involved such blatant creativity. Not that she hadn't then made it all up with extra theory work that is. Socialising and fun had been virtually forbidden.

Spinning in her swivel office chair Miranda flicked on the TV just in time for the late night news. Resting her feet on the desk she leaned back against the headrest, releasing her dead straight blonde-brown hair from its bun.

It was whilst paying strict attention to tomorrow's forecast Miranda saw, or more like sensed it. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she shivered, slowly her eyes were drawn to a corner of her office where the wavered a whitish blur, possibly human shaped. The indistinct blur flickered once, twice, before dissipating. Rubbing her eyes she tried to get a better look at this strange phenomenon but with no success, it was already gone.

Suddenly bone weary Miranda switched off the room's multitude of electrical equipment and went up to bed, dismissing her vision to that of a late night hallucination.