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.
When Chloe awoke, it was to the sound of a crackling fire, and the scent of something cooking. For a moment she was disoriented, not exactly sure what was going on, but then she remembered the lake monster and jolted up, the blanket over her tumbling to her waist.
"Calm down, you're safe now." A soothing voice comforted.
Following the sound of that voice, Chloe's eyes widened as her gaze rested upon one of the handsomest men she'd ever seen. His skin was tanned from days under the sun, his hair long and slightly wild yet beautiful. His eyes were dark, framed by darker eyelashes.
"Are you in pain?" He asked, standing and coming slowly to her, cautious as one would be with a frightened animal, before kneeling before her. "Do not fear that I took advantage of you due to your change in attire. I was merely trying to keep you from catching your death."
Her gaze lowered to wear she was wearing an oversized male's shirt, obviously his own, and then she looked back up at him, blushing.
Her silence seemed to worry him. "Do you remember what happened to you?"
As if one could forget a lake monster kidnapping you and then these balls of-.
Chloe's eyes widened and she felt herself rapidly.
Her last memory was of those lights racing towards her!
How had she managed to escape?
"What's wrong?" He frowned, resting his hands on her shoulders in a calming manner. "Can you speak?"
"How did-the monster-those lights-."
"Lights? You mean the fae?" He asked curiously.
"Fae?" Chloe blinked, before her eyes widened. "You're telling me those things were fairies? Fairies exist?"
He eyed her in utter surprise. "You did not know of their existence?"
"I-where I come from-we're taught that they aren't real." Chloe whispered, running a hand over her hair and shaking her head, unable to believe it. "Fairies. Wow."
"This makes it more intriguing." Her rescuer mumbled. "I thought it odd that the fae would come from their hidden realms to protect a girl...and you didn't even know that they existed."
"Protect?" Chloe whispered, shocked. "They were protecting me?"
"Yes." He nodded. "From the body of the beast, I could see that they attacked it viciously, and then they delivered you to me. Only when you were in my arms did they return to their realm."
Chloe's hand went to her forehead. "Whoa."
His dark eyes scanned her face. "What exactly happened to you? What was that beast and how did it get you?"
"I-I don't know what it was." Chloe admitted, looking up into his face, wondering what was wrong with her since all she could really think of right now was how handsome he was. "I was swimming in a lake and the next thing I know it emerged from the water and took me with it as it flew into the air. And then those lights-the fae-attacked it and I was falling and that's the last thing I remember."
"Was it far from here?" He asked. "Is...do you belong to a woodland tribe?"
That caused her to look up in surprise. "Excuse me?"
He cleared his throat, a soft blush climbing up his neck. "I couldn't help but notice the tattoo that covers your back. It-I've come across druids before who have had similar tattoos, though none as detailed and stunning..." he looked away, blush darkening, mortification obvious. "I mean to say...I would be honored if you allowed me to be your protector and take you back to your people. It is not safe for a young woman to be traveling by herself."
Druids had tattoos like hers?
Chloe's eyes widened.
If so...then maybe if she could find some druids she'd be able to find some answers to her questions!
Maybe they'd know what the tattoo meant and how to send her back home!
But what if he's one of the king's men and he'd trying to trick me? If he thinks I'm a druid he'll probably kill me.
Eyes narrowing, she hugged herself, looking away from him towards the fire. "Where exactly are we?"
She gazed at the fire, remembering how the witch was to burn before this all had happened.
"You are in Escetia, King Cenred's kingdom." He replied.
Chloe's eyes widened as she looked at him once more. "We're not in Camelot?"
His eyes narrowed at that slightly. "No, but Escetia lies near Camelot."
Chloe's eyes widened, and a small smile tilted the curve of her lips. "When the beast was flying it must have crossed over the borders." She brought her hands to her face as she grinned brightly, before suddenly diminishing, turning to look at her rescuer warily. "What are the policies of Escetia?"
"Concerning what?" He asked, cautiously.
She gulped. "Magic."
He eyed her, expression darkening. "Milady, Escetia has no policies concerning magic. They accept all."
Relief was instantaneous as she brought her hands to cover her face, sighing. "Oh thank god."
"Were you being held captive in Camelot for witchery, milady?" The man asked, concern darkening his face.
"No. No I wasn't...I'm not a witch." Chloe looked up, smiling. "But...I need to find these druids you mentioned. Do you-do you know of any that live close to where we are?"
"I myself am not from Escetia, but I have heard of a small druid encampment a few days ride from here...on foot it would take closer to a week though." He sighed, looking ashamed. "I regret that I do not have a horse and we'd have to make the journey on foot."
"That's no problem." Chloe smiled, touched at the genuine shame on his face at the thought of her walking. "I'm a lot tougher than I probably look, and I've been cooped up for so long that this is exactly what I need."
He looked up at her at the wording, obviously not believing that she hadn't been held captive in Camelot.
Then again, she had been held captive, hadn't she?
Even if she'd been treated well, she was forbidden to leave, and the loss of freedom was captivity.
"Thank you, by the way." Chloe whispered, looking up at his face. "For taking care of me."
His gaze lowered and he smiled. "It was my pleasure."
Blushing softly, gazing at the animal-skin blanket covering her, Chloe cleared her throat before looking up and reaching out her hand. "I'm Chloe Sullivan."
He eyed her hand before reached for it and turning it in his, bringing the back of her palm to his lips as his eyes met hers. "Lancelot Du Lac, at your service."
Chloe's eyes widened in shock.
Lancelot Du Lac?
As in future Knight of Camelot?
As in one-third of the most tragic love triangle in history?
Her lips parted.Wow.
She'd met the two male leads in one of the most intense love stories ever told.
As she gulped, Chloe bit down on her bottom lip.
Wherever Guinevere was right now...she sure was one lucky girl.
"This is interesting."
Lana looked up from the paper she'd been reading. "Did you find anything?"
"Not a spell to bring her back...it's actually not a spell at all...but..." Lois finally looked up. "This Nimueh character, she kept a log of certain things, and according to her she lived during the time of King Uther and Queen Igraine."
Lana raised an eyebrow. "Am I supposed to know who they are?"
Lois rolled her eyes. "I forgot, you're not Chloe."
Lana pouted. "Obviously."
"No, I mean, Chloe has always been fascinated with the story of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. She was obsessed with the stories from the time she was a baby, so she'd have gotten the reference and would probably be geeking out about now." Lois sighed, expression nostalgic as she thought of her lost cousin. "You know, when she was really young, she used to call herself Guinevere and wouldn't answer to any other name." Lois smiled softly at the memory. "She insisted that she was Princess Guinevere, daughter of King Leodegrance, and that some wicked witch had stolen her away from her beloved Arthur."
"Really?" Lana grinned brightly, enamored with the story already. "That's so cute."
"I know." Lois grinned brightly. "She insisted that she was Prince Arthur's fiancee, and that I was her lady in waiting, Gertrude."
"Lady in waiting?" Lana giggled, greatly amused. "So you were the servant."
"Companion." Lois corrected haughtily, lips twitching.
"So, what happened?" Lana asked, enjoying this tale.
"I...don't know." Lois frowned. "One day she just stopped. I don't think she even remembers any of it. But she's always been obsessed with anything to do with Camelot, King Arthur, and the knight Lancelot."
"So Uther and Igraine were supposed to be from the days of Camelot?" Lana asked, curious.
Lois nodded. "They're King Arthur's parents."
"What a coincidence." Lana grinned brightly, going back to her page, humming. "We'll have to tell Chloe about it when we get her back."
"Yeah..." Lois frowned, bringing a hand to her head, unable to shake off an uneasy feeling beginning to brew inside of her. "Coincidence..."