Ok ever since I was like 4 and got a king Arthur story read to me I've always been infatuated by the mythical tale and decided to give the king Arthur fan fiction a shot J Quest for Camelot movie and a Knight in Camelot movie and the book Queen of Camelot are both major influences and inspired me to write king Arthur fictions and made me see my flare for writing J so hope its good the start will be a lil dodgy becuz im just getting started!! Enjoy!! Don't forget to review!! J

"The garden was small, private and still, surrounded by high Grey and cracked walls. Pear trees stood silent, patiently and slowly turning colour in the autumn light; the wondrous, enticing herbs of the summer were gone; the dark soft roses recently pruned; only golden, but slowly fading in colour, chrysanthemums blazed and lurked in corners of the walks. A last ray of that fading scarlet sun escaped the approaching storm clouds and lit the smooth alabaster of the statue before Guinevere. She thought she caught the thud of an old horses canter, a sound from the past, from the road beyond the dusty high walls of the monastery. The freshening breeze among the willows that were near made her restless and pace endlessly.

Then she saw him. Kneeling before the statue of the Virgin Mary, head bent in deep prayer, a somnolent Knight, the light brown dust of travel still clung to his clothes. But Guinevere would know that back anywhere, anytime it pained her to see him, in spite of herself, her heart soared with in her.

Guinevere walked slowly towards him. He rose and turned. He could still take her breath away, those cool liquid grey eyes blazed below the dark eye brows. He looked like the person who had come to fetch her from Pellinore's castle many years ago- but she wondered endlessly and desperately why those silver threads she saw embedded in that black head should make her feel so pained and ever more alone…"she shook her head as she woke up, battling with herself to at least try and not be a grumpy sod every day of the year.

**(END OF DREAM)**

Guinevere stood in front of the polished glass mirror, starring disappointedly at her reflection, a girl of 16 and she had hair, flame red a unique shade it looked as if her long threads of curls was a set of flames tumbling down her back, pale but neat and pretty features of hers were carved into her alabaster skin, the Sapphire Blue eyes reflected back at her, it was her first day in Lower 6th at Wellington College, a new school , a new home, a new life, she had moved nearly every year and hadn't stayed at a home for more than a year except for the time she lived in the countryside of Glastonbury where she could see the Tor of 'King Arthur' she would sit a her window watching the mellow and fiery sunsets and sunrises that burned into her heart. She sighed remembering her days with her primary school pal were over and that she wouldn't hardly see his face again or him for that matter, it was the only school she had settled into and felt comfortable because Lance was always there to hold her hand through thick and thin. Now she had to endure another year of school, exams and trying to make temporary friends, another year of hell!

She muttered and grumbled fiercely as she straightened her shoulders and swore, carelessly, at her freakish appearance in the mirror, feeling betrayed by what nature could fix, Gwen tugged at her shirt feeling like she was a potato sack tied in the middle!

She inhaled deeply trying to compose herself form breaking down from all the emotional hurt at having to let good friends go and start a new life. When would her parents finally settle in the one place!? Welsh bred she was, she could never shake off the suttle edge to her accent either. Her room, still in boxes she rummaged through and managed to find her bag and pull on her navy blue hoodie with her school logo on the side, it hung of her small frame. No escape now..except when her head was in the books, and god she wished they were in the books back in Wales right now!

**Guinevere's dream**

"Guinevere found herself at the foot of her garden. She pulled her light blue cloak tighter around her and her hood closer as she stood for a moment in the rain as it, sharp as glass, hit her from all directions, stabbing over again as the blustery wind blew and had it's way, reluctant to turn back. Apples fell off the trees, bruised and rolled into the corners of the garden. Stopping and turning her head towards her Chambers. She knew what they were saying in there…."

**END of dream**

The jolt awoke her rudely, her mom was a nervous driver and she braked at everything that came her way rubbing her collarbone where the seatbelt had made a mark on her skin through her hoodie she rubbed her eyes and shook her head letting her fire hair breathe down her shoulders and dangle, she heard, faintly, the sound of her mum cursing the people that overtook her on the main road, Guinevere sighed and threw her head back. What where these dreams about? Especially the ones that included her in it..they were so clear, as if she could reach out and touch the illusion of sleep! Those things only lived in fairytales which only lived in a Dusts of Dreams, she watched out the window at her new home of Belfast, even though she loved the sea side and the fresh smell of salt air it wasn't the country side in Wales that she was used to, The Forests Of Llandudno in Wales that fell to rule by wild ponies and foals , she remembered al to well riding through the sun split trees, their branches and leaves like hair so soft in her face the wind a welcomed blessing , she loved to feel the wild wind brushing her face the branches tapping her silently as she rode in and out through every curve of the forest tracks, the laughing crack of the bracken beneath her horse's hooves, the shy sun smiling through the clouds to shine down on her, nothing compared to that! Belfast was choco-blocked with town houses and just..houses in general apart from the occasional sea side café which even so still looked like a house, nothing stood out from the crowd in this place! Even the broken shriek of the sea gulls made her grumble sardonically to herself in a low voice.

Through the day dream she realised she was standing outside the newly painted metal doors of Wellington College she felt her stomach tie into knots and snag , she felt the lump in her throat forcing her to cough to choke it back down, the area around her was still and silent, she could hear the birds song rustle in the trees it was 7.30am she wanted to get into the school before any of her new classmates arrived, she had learned from past experiences of people crowding around her and closing in on her like a fox hunt! She had grown tired of it and just wanted a peaceful arrival, maybe she could manage to hide herself in the library for now until the bell rang.

She shrugged and clutched the cold metal of the door handle wanting to turn and run fast, get to anywhere but here. She muttered to herself telling her not to be such a stupid little Girl, running form everything! Without a look back she pressed down on the handle.

Cliff-hanger XD hehe

More to come, will be posting within hopefully the next week also got my Sailor moon story to nurture LOL hope you enjoyed!! J