Title: Destiny Begun
Sequel to: Mark of the Dragon
Universe: Lost Princess Series
Pairings/Characters: Chloe/Arthur, Chloe/Lancelot, Lois, Lana
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: How is Chloe to find a way back home if Camelot keeps executing her best chances of doing so? On top of this she has to put up with Arthur, who has to be the biggest ass ever. Between being kidnapped, meeting Lancelot, and finding druids...destiny begins.
Written for my Paranormal25 150 Prompt Table. Prompt used #85
: Lake Monster.
For a kingdom that banned magic, Camelot sure had a lot of it.
It wasn't in-your-face, but if you truly looked, you'd notice. It was from those that used small spells to help the harvest grow, to the ward of King Uther himself, Lady Morgana, whose frequent 'nightmares' kept sounding more and more suspicious to Chloe. Especially since she'd caught the woman wandering the halls during the dark of the night, in a trance like state, muttering about things that she seemed to be seeing...and then days later her crazy mutterings would come true. Chloe never told anyone, not even Morgana herself, about the many nights she'd helped the sleepwalking noblewoman back to her room. The blonde had a feeling Morgana might somehow know though, because while at first she'd been wary of her the dark haired beauty smiled openly and friendly at her. And the smile was that of someone who was grateful.
Chloe just smiled and nodded back, continuing on her way. She didn't want to make friends, no matter how lonely it was in the castle. She didn't want to stay here. Her heart was set on trying to find a way out of this place and back to her own home and family.
King Uther had forgiven her life, despite the use of sorcery during her 'arrival' and had declared that she was now under his 'protection' and was to remain in Camelot, in the castle. Protection, for Uther, meant control. She was under his control, and was desperately seeking a way out from there. The blonde had gone over many different sorts of escape plans, but while doing reconnoissance she'd realized that they were all useless. There were always guards posted at all the different gates and doors and there was no way she would be able to get passed them and slip into the stables to steal a horse and then somehow make it out of Camelot's gates.
Especially not with Prince Arthur Pendragon around.
Chloe didn't know what to think about that man.
He was nothing like the legends she'd grown up on.
He wasn't noble and kind and righteous.
If there was anything Arthur was, it was an asshole.
He was obvious used to using his position as prince and it made him think he was superior to all those around him, especially his servants. She'd seen him and his stupid little friends laughing and taunting servants, and if it wasn't for the fact that whenever she reacted to him he behaved worse, she would have probably punched him by now. His gaze seemed to be constantly seeking her out, he pulled her aside more than once to listen to him brag about his victorious hunts, or to regale her with stories of how he'd easily bested all the knights during training. Chloe didn't know why he felt she needed to know all of this, or why she'd want to know either.
She liked animals, and the first time he'd come up to her with the poor bunnies he'd killed, smirking arrogantly and raising their bodies so she could see them better...she'd had to run away and puke. Their dead, beady little eyes had haunted her during the nights after that, along with Arthur's admittedly exaggerated evil laughter in the background as the nightmare!bunnies pleaded for their lives. She tried to avoid Arthur like the plague after that whenever he'd come back from his hunts, and it was admittedly hard to do so because he'd enquire from the servants where she was and their loyalties were obvious to the crown.
Thankfully, she'd found some nice hiding places that the servants didn't seem to know about, and it was there that she got her few moments of respite from Prince Arthur Pendragon the Jerkface.
Sitting by the window of one of the abandoned rooms in the highest tower, Chloe gazed upon the city of Camelot. She had yet to fully believe that she was there, in this mythological realm, with people she'd only read about in fairy tales. Many times she couldn't help but wonder if she wasn't just dreaming all of this. If so, it was a long-ass dream, she could say that much! But if it was a dream, and even if it was long, it should have ended already.
Lois was never one to let Chloe sleep long.
This wasn't a dream, and Lois and Lana were probably going out of their minds trying to figure out how to get her out of this newest fix.
Chloe closed her eyes, missing her cousin and friend terribly.How are they? Do they even know what happened to me? Did Lois destroy that book in her rage?
Hearing commotion down below in the courtyard, Chloe frowned as she opened her eyes and gazed below. Knights were dragging a struggling old woman towards the castle, her shouts too far and distorted to be understood, but still sent shivers down Chloe's spine. The blonde stood, gazing down below intently, trying to understand what was going on.
And then she heard the growing spectators whispering.
This woman must have been caught performing magic of some kind.
Chloe's heart skipped a beat and she turned, racing out of the room and down the many winding steps of the tower. By the time she finally made it down, the woman was nowhere in sight, but Chloe knew where she must have been taken. So the blonde rushed, pushing passed the servants in the hallways, and made it to the closed doors of the throne room. She hesitated outside, knowing that once closed in a hearing they shouldn't be opened. But she needed to hear! The blonde looked around her before pressing her ears to the doors, trying to hear anything from the other side, but the wood proved too thick.
The guards stationed on each side of the door didn't acknowledge her presence, letting her try to eavesdrop since they knew it was impossible to do so, but Chloe knew that if she tried to open the doors they'd stop her.
Maybe even lock her in the stocks as punishment.
The blonde glared at them and gave a little grunt in frustration, going towards the wall and leaning against it, waiting.
The meeting inside seemed to take forever, but finally the doors were flung upon, and the woman was hauled out, screaming threats as she struggled against the knights containing her.
"You'll all regret this!" She snarled, before her eyes found Chloe's and held. "All you'll ever know is regret!"
The young woman gulped, suddenly scared at the hatred in those eyes.
"Everyone will feel my wrath!"
Chloe jumped, nearly shrieking, when a hand came down heavily on her shoulder. She turned to look up at Arthur's unhappy face. "Don't do that!" She hissed, gaze returning to where the witch was being hauled towards the dungeons.
His grip on her shoulder tightened as he leaned down towards her, breath tickling the shell of her ear as he spoke. "Don't even think about it."
She didn't look away from the witch even after the escort had turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
"I mean it!" He hissed viciously, only loud enough for her to hear. "My father will not forgive you twice."
She gulped, believing him. "What did she do?"
"Does it matter?" He asked, rather apathetically.
"Yes, it does." She finally turned to look at him, glaring.
Arthur stared down into her face, obviously displeased. "She was found using magic. That's all that matters, Chloe. The sooner you realize this, the safer it will be for you."
She looked up into his blue eyes, trying to understand how this man could be the King of Legends she'd always read about and admired. "Was she hurting anyone?"
He flinched, looking away, giving her all the answer she needed.
Chloe closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath, before opening them once more. "What was the verdict?"
"There's only one verdict for sorcery." Arthur replied coldly.
Chloe's eyes widened. "But if she wasn't hurting anyone-!"
"Silence!" He snarled, looking around them quickly, narrowing his eyes at the guards, before grabbing her arm and pulling her away from there. "Do not question the will or decisions of the king! Many have died for less!"
She wanted nothing more than to kick him in the shin, but she was almost sure that Attacking the Royal Shin was a crime here, so she only glared at him, knowing her face was turning red with suppressed anger.
His anger seemed to slowly melt away, lips quirking in a smirk, as he reached out and toyed with a strand of her hair. "You know...I did not favor this male's style you sport...but I have to admit, its growing on me."
"Well, I'm so relieved to hear that. It's my life's ambition to please you." Chloe frowned, slapping his hand away, pulling the golden lock he'd been playing with behind her ear.
He smirked brighter, obviously amused with her rebellious nature. "You cut deep into my heart with your words."
"Oh, I bet I do. I can see you bleeding all over the floor." She grumbled, folding her arms over her chest, wondering why he liked to antagonize her so much. "Should I grab a bucket and start moping so that it doesn't stain the stone?"
His laugh was loud and genuine and shocking.
Chloe blinked in surprise, gazing up at him.
Shaking his head at her, Arthur reached out and pulled on the strand she'd placed behind her ear, causing the golden lock to fall into her face once more.
Obviously pleased with this, he turned and walked away.
Chloe frowned, watching him leave while whistling, her eyes narrowing as she once more pulled the strands behind her ear rebelliously.
He was seriously asking for a kick in the shin.
"Have you actually read this Grimoire?" Lois Lane finally asked, looking up from the book in question.
"In depth? No." Lana shook her head from where she was returning from getting them coffee from downstairs. "I mean, I browsed through it, but to say I actually sat down and read a whole chapter or anything? Definitely not."
"Well, you should have." Lois frowned, gaze returning to the Grimoire. "Apparently, this wasn't originally Isobel's Grimoire."
"Really?" Lana asked, fascinated as she lowered Lois' cup onto the table before her, and sat down, taking a sip of her own.
"Yeah, it originally belonged to some High Priestess of the Old Religion named Nimueh." Lois replied, concentration taut on her face. "I've only been able to get the gist of it since this is written in Old English, and some sections seems to be in some other language all together, but this broad was into some deep shit magic wise. I mean. This Old Religion was some serious business, and she seemed to be the head honcho Old Religion wise."
"I wonder if Isobel and I are descendants of her." Lana blinked, intrigued.
"You see...this...the prologue, as I like to call it..." The curvy brunette made a face, tapping the hardcover. "As I said, it's hard to understand because of all of the ye's and thou's and where hence and stuff...but from what I'm getting..."
"From what you're getting what?" Lana raised an eyebrow, prompting the taller woman to continue when she'd hesitated.
"Well, the gist that I'm getting, is that there are two parallel worlds, and that she held control over one of them." Lois looked at her friend, her worry showing.
Lana's eyes widened. "And you think that something Chloe did while looking at the book sent her to this parallel world."
"It fits." Lois nodded. "Somewhere in this book should be a spell to bring her back, but this thing is huge. We're never going to be able to read all of this ever!"
"I don't know about ever..." Lana mumbled. "But if I photocopy half of the book, then you can go through your half and I can my half. Between the two of us we should be able to find the spell and get her back."
Lois sighed. "This is going to take a while."
Lois made a face. "We should really ask Smallville to pitch in a hand and help. The more people on this the quicker we can get through it."
Lana pouted, obviously not happy with that idea. "We're not together anyone, and it would be uncomfortable."
"Suck it up, Lang." Lois replied unsympathetically. "It's your damned book that zapped Chlo to Oz, so you're just going to have to deal with Smallville."
"Fine." Lana sighed, running a hand through her hair.
Lois rolled her eyes at the girl and grabbed her cellular, punching in familiar numbers.
After a tense dinner (Morgana seemed just as displeased as Chloe about the execution that would be taking place the next day, and unlike Chloe she had no problem letting King Uther how she felt about it) Chloe had retired early to the room she'd been given in the castle. It was uncomfortably close to Arthur's, and so she could always hear him when he walked passed her room to head to his for the night. She always noticed the way he paused, if only for a second, outside of her door. She wondered why he did that, but refused to acknowledge this or question him about it during the days. She felt like a prisoner whose warden kept making sure she hadn't escaped...which was probably exactly what was going on and the reason why her room was so close to his.
Sighing, Chloe blew out the candle, and listened as the footsteps moved away from her door, continuing to Arthur's room before entering.
And all was silent.
The blonde looked up at the dark ceiling and wondered just how she was going to get back home if Camelot kept executing her best chances of doing so.