Disclaimer: Anything accociated with King Arthur is not mine.

A/N: Here is the beginning of the next chapter in Paige's story. This is just a recap of In Times Past. Just to hit some major points and all that. It's in one big blob kinda thing but leads into the rest of it. Hope you like this one as much as the first!

Prologue: Recap

Life had been a wild ride. First I was a normal girl; waiting to get engaged and to get married to the man I loved. Things may not have been going exactly the way I wanted but it was still an okay life. I was fine with the way things were going. That was until everything went topsy-turvy. The next thing I knew I was in a whole new world that looked like it came right out of the history books. There were trees and horses, swords and axes. At first glance it was a beautiful land. The beauty of it was quickly taken away. There the man I had hoped to marry, Derek, was murdered by feral men with painted skin. Not only that but I was tossed into the guardianship of the Legendary Sarmatian Knights', and yes, they were out of the history books. Derek's death made me flee to a dark place inside of myself. Wanting nothing more than to be left alone. Wanting to let my grief absorb me in every way. The knights' wouldn't allow it and in the end I was forced to come out of my shell. Anger and sorrow were the first to come out. Even though I lashed out at them I was treated well and one in particular, Dagonet, wanted nothing more than to help and befriend me. I was, in a sense, their captive but I was the only one to see it that way. They were nothing but kind, all of them. While with them I learned of Saxons and Woads, of the knights' freedom and how it was being snatched away from them. In the mist of their own misery I left to find Derek's body, to bury him, to try and find some peace. There another knight confronted me, one with a hardened heart and a stubbornness to match my own. He gave me one day to find the body or he would take me back to the fortress. I found the body and did put him to rest but in the meantime I managed to get even further into trouble and was captured by soldiers, being tossed into the dungeon of hell. There I met Guinevere and Lucan. Two amazing people who had a large impact on my life. In the dungeon we were tortured in every way possible. I thought I was going to die in that place. I didn't think there was any way that I was going to live through it. Only my hope was restored when the knights' came through for all three of us, saving us from that horrid place. Afterward, I couldn't help but trust them. I put faith in them and in myself that they were more allies and friends than anything else. Dagonet had become a close friend. Even though Dagonet wanted more of me then friendship my eyes couldn't help but linger on the scout I had come to hate and yet love at the same time. Tristan was hard but I held a soft spot inside of him and he held a soft spot inside of me. Shortly after my rescue Tristan and I did become involved. I took comfort in him and with that the bitterness of losing Derek was gone. As days went on Tristan and I became closer and closer. My heart had found the place it truly wanted to reside in and I held onto that. Loving him for everything he was and the way he made me feel. But finding love also cost me love. We lost Dagonet to the Saxons even though I had risked myself to save him. His death hit us all hard. Bors was a kind hearted knight and was the closest friend of Dagonet's. He was hurt the worst. After Dag's death Bors and I became closer, grieving for our friend. He invited me to be a part of his family, watching out for me even though I didn't need it. Tristan and I became more involved in every way. He put up with me while I grieved for Dag and was there for me in every way that I needed him to be. When the worst of it past he and I were happy. We were happy as every couple should be happy. Though Tristan had his flaws. He was perhaps, sometimes, a little too violent and his way of dealing with people sometimes included beating them, possibly killing them. Even though nine times out of ten it was only in my defense. It caused a rift in our relationship but it lasted momentarily. Even though his flaws were a little worse than leaving socks lying around or not cleaning up the kitchen, I loved him. I loved him more than I had loved anything. We were happy, so happy that he proposed to me. We got married with everyone we cared about there to share it with us. For only a short while we were the happiest I could remember being. Only it was short lived, for our marital bliss was cut short with the arrival of the Saxon army. Tristan was to leave with me. To leave so we'd live another day. I was grateful that he loved me enough to leave. Only, even though he loved me more than anything, Tristan decided to stay and fight with Arthur against the Saxons. I stayed and fought along side my knights' and my husband. Guin with her own people ready to fight without hesitation. I admired her and even though I was scared I wasn't going to leave Tristan or the others. I hadn't come as far as I had to run now. But my happiness was never meant to last. Tristan, my husband, was killed by the Saxon leader right in front of my eyes. I was once again thrown into a world of grief. He died in my arms. Something I would never recover from. I stayed with the remaining knights' long enough to bury the love of my life and to do my best and celebrate Arthur and Guinn's wedding. I said my goodbyes and rode off into the distance, about to try and find a way back. My way was found for me when the same white light appeared and I was in the same woods I had left from. After I settled what needed to be settled with the people from my old life I went into solitude. I cut myself off of everyone, not wanting to deal with anyone, wishing that I hadn't left the past, the life I wanted to live. It was all I could think about. I even dreamt about the knights' and the life I had left behind. I decided to write it all down. I wrote it in a journal before I wrote a book based on all of my experiences with the knights' and the others I had come in contact with. The book was more of a success than I had thought it would be. I had written it as more of a closer before deciding I wanted to share it. Wanted people to know how amazing these men and women were. At the book's opening everyone was raving about the book. Including the man Carol Figgins dragged me over to meet. Only this man was not just any man…