Let's just say I'm not the most fortunate person in the world. In fact, running from a rampaging horde of rampaging scorpions is far from the lap of luxury.

All I can remember is going to bed in my cabin residing in Camp half blood, wake up, next thing I know I'm in a forest surrounded my the damn thing. But if I find out that Hera is behind all this, I swear to Zeus himself she will face my wrath, goddess or not.

But just when I thought I manage to lose them, a giant scorpion ambushed me pining me to the ground, I reach in to my pocket to grab Riptide, but before I could do anything the scorpion jumped and screeched in pain before falling dead on the forest floor.

I scrambled back , looking to whoever saved me. A tall blond man stood before me, wearing a red shirt with a dragon crest on his chest, and a leather vest to top it all off, but what caught most of my attention was his sword, a beautifully made sword, master of its craft really, but it was made out of normal steel

You know most girls would swoon at the sight and flirt at the obvious Prince Charming, but what do you expect every to say?

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned as he made his way towards me.

"...yeah..." I panted out, still tired from my escape. "Thanks, by the way."

"You shouldn't be here,"He sheathed his sword, "These are the Bad Lands, it's swarmed with monsters like those."

"Uh-right, of course." I stuttered out, unsure of what he was saying, "I'm just trying to get back home."

"Where are you from? I don't recognize your...clothes." Pointing at my bright orange Camp Half Blood and my denim shorts.

"Uhhh...I... I'm not sure how to answer that?" I lamely replied, because Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. "I just woke up, and then I got surrounded by the giant scorpions, I'm not sure what happened to me." I answered as honestly as I could.

This apparently caught his attention, because he turned to me with a hardened expression, "you don't know how you got here?" I shook my head, "and you don't know how to get back?" I nodded.

He sighed as if he was deep in thought and after awhile he finally spoke.

"Allow me to invite you to my home, after your whole ordeal you must be tired and hungry." He extended his hand in offer, and I accepted without hesitation.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I am Prince Arthur of Camelot" he proudly introduced.

Did he just say Camelot? Wait-Camelot?! What did I get myself Into. This admittedly handsome stranger, rescues me from a giant scorpion like it was a normal day for him, and then he tells me he is a mythological character from old legends. Go figure. But I kept my face as neutral as much as possible, as he lead me through the thick foliage.

" Persephone, but my friends call me Perci"

After all my years of questing you would think to not accept offers from strangers, but the look in Arthur's eyes shine of kindness not maliciousness. I knew that I could trust this man, but I didn't know if the person that brought me here Is, and that is what concerns me the most. Who is it?

—-

The chirping sounds of blue jays and buzzing of cicadas filled the void of our journey, and neither of us spoke a word since the start of it. It was comforting really. We knew to respect each other's privacy, but that didn't stop us from starting a little small talk. He asked asked about my watch, the one that Tyson made for me, but I couldn't tell him much about it, only that it was a sort of accessory and no more.

I asked him about Camelot. it's not everyday that you get to see a legendary kingdom like it. He went on about peace and prosperity and the history behind it, but one vague detail ticked me off.

"You mean your father started mass genocide?" I accused, anger began to bubble up inside me, "why? Magic is neither good or bad." I said defensively.

"My father saw the horrors of magic, how it threw the natural balance of the world."

"But it's like you've said, Peace is accomplished, why continue the bloodshed?" I desperately asked, hoping that he would understand my view.

he look remorseful, a sign that he doesn't completely agree with his father's ways. In this case, a very good sign. From the sound of it, This king, Uther, is tyrant that can't be changed. All the more reason to trust Arthur, he is the light this kingdom needs right now.

We cleared a hill that revealed a magnificent castle, surrounded by its bustling capital.

"Welcome to my home, Camelot."

—

Roaming the crowded streets of Camelot filled me with a sense of home, and really it's not far from how New York City feels; the space, the people, even the smell. But the more we walked through the town, the more the towns people began to stare at me, I quickly look down at my clothes. And it seemed I wasn't the only one who noticed, because the next thing I know Arthur tugged on my arm and began to guide me away from the general direction of the castle.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked

"A place where we can get you some decent clothes, any longer and people will get the wrong impression." He said worriedly.

"For me or yourself?" I questioned

"Both", and i couldn't help but tense in the implications of what could, or even would happen in my time here in Camelot.

We pushed our way through the streets, until we reached a small but quaint house, Arthur knocked on its door until a short brown skinned girl opened it.

"Oh! Your highness how may I help you?" She asked startled. She was beautiful, her dress dirty but pretty in a sense that had simple and practical designs adorning her figure.

"Guinevere, I require a favor from you." He hurriedly asked.

"Of course, anything." She insisted.

Arthur then gently pushed me to the center, "I need a dress, for my..." he trailed off uncertainly, how could he not, we're not friends necessarily, we've just me this morning.

"Persephone" I quickly interjected, raising a hand to shake,"I'm a newly made friend of Arthur's, he-uh... rescued me from a giant scorpion

She looked puzzled at my introduction, more so at my hand which still raised awkwardly in between us, untouched. I quickly lowered it, but from the looks of it that didn't really bother her as she began to realize the state I'm in.

"Oh you poor thing, let's get you in some decent clothing, now shall we?" She began to tug me into her home, not long afterwards closing the door, separating me from the world outside.

"My name is Guinevere, but most people call me Gwen." As she quickly went through her small wardrobe, took out a lavender dress before deciding it doesn't suit me. Discarding the clothing, she then went into a large chest, opening it and revealing from its confines lied a beautiful navy blue dress, with long sleeves flowing down, and would rest just slightly above the shoulders.

"This will do the trick" as she untied the laces that adorned the back.

"Oh I can't take this." I insisted, because really, it did look very beautiful and most definitely expensive.

"Oh no, any aquatints of the prince is a friend of mine." She forcefully said, and by the tone of her words I would say she was stretching the truth just a bit. I hid behind the screen to hide my modesty, while I began to undress.

"What is he like? Arthur?" I asked behind the screen before I revealed my self.

The girl, Gwen, then turned me around and began to tie the dress together, before she answered with uncertainty.

"We'll if you can keep this between you and me, I would say he is unthankful and haughty, but he can also be fair and considerate." She ended, but from the way she talked it made it sound like she made more to say but couldn't continue. "But that shouldn't concern you, Uther is who you must be most cautious around."

"How so?" I said worried now.

"Well. He is a fair king, unless you're a witch that is." She supplied, grabbing the items and clothes I discarded. "Not that you should be worried about it! Or Uther for that matter!"

"I-I'll keep that in mind?" I said unsure.

She handed me my belongings, and in the process, I heard a small cling sound below me like something fell out.

"What's this?" She said holding out Riptide, still in its pen form, studying it.

I stood there panicking. Because a modern writing utensil would be considered magic at this point, and I do not want to deal with people asking questions for something as mundane as a pen(magic or not).

"Oh, it's nothing really in my home we use it to write that's all." I quickly explained before grabbing it out for her hands.

"Well if you insist." She reluctantly said.

She finished up the last of the ties and turned me around, and a smile grew on her face.

"There we go, now let's clean up that face and fix your hair up." Walking back to her wardrobe.

"My hair?" As I grabbed a lock of my wavy hair, because I don't know what to think if I get some crazy updo like the ones I see in the movies.

"Yes, your hair! Have you seen it? If I known better I would say it resembles a birds nest."

She then grabbed a comb and a simple hair clip of sorts and lead me to a stool by the mirror, and I sat down dreading the pull and tug that was about to commence.

—

My God, how long does it have to take to get ready? Any longer and I might have to skip supper.

Leaning against the handmaiden's home, I continued to impatiently tap my boots against the ground, which began not long ago. But more pressing thoughts began to overpower is mind.

Who is that girl? She looked like she came from a party of slaves judging from the way she was dressed and the way her body was built, but surely someone as... attractive as her can garner enough attention to secure a master of sorts. But that doesn't sound right, most slaves of that profession would either be suggestive or scared towards men, but the girl, Persephone has shown nothing of the sorts. In fact, she has only projected fearlessness besides the confusion he has of her own situation. Which also leads to another question of this baffling equation: she has no memory of ever entering the kingdom of Camelot. Could this be the work of sorcery? But Persephone, seemed defensive for the art, like she knew the true values and dangers of it and accepted them. I wonder If she grew up with sorcery, and if everything that my father fears is nothing like he says it is. A land that allows sorcery, where no man, woman or child would have to fear the persecution that others have to face.

My thought was quickly dismissed when the door had finally opened, and what I saw before me lied the most beautiful maiden I have ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. Her once matted wavy hair is now tamed into wavy locks of hair, with braids circulating her head and tiny curls framing her face. A face that was covered in dirt and speckles of dead scorpion, now clear revealing a golden face face that surrounded her already stunning sea green eyes and her peach pink lips, all complement the vivid navy blue dress that hugged her figure.

I stood their stock-still like a complete idiot, while my jaw dropped to the dirty hay covered ground.

"Ummm..." she stood their like her didn't belong there, but Gwen who stood just the side of Persephone, quickly interjected.

"Well your highness...does this suit you?" She said and stood proudly at what looked to her as her most outstanding achievement, not like she was wrong.

"Uhhh y-yes, this will do. Thank you, Gwen." I stuttered and coughed out. Geeze, what am I? An adolescent boy?

I extend my hand to the maiden, and she once again took it, as l lead her to the castle.

—

"Is their anything I should be concerned with?" Persephone suddenly asked, as we finally entered the court yard .

"Such as what?" I questioned raising an eyebrow.

"your father?" She asked worriedly.

"My father is an understanding king, you don't need to worry about him." I answered, turning to face her.

"What if he won't let me stay?" She asked worriedly, "I know how royals are, they don't like to associate with the lower class."

"My father will understand, you don't need to worry."

She turned solemn and sighed.

"Arthur, I'll be frank with you, I have no idea why I'm here or how to get back." She confessed, "I know you call this place home, but this is no where near what I call home. Everything I knew about the world is now foreign to me and I'm scared that I'll be thrown out with out with no where to go."

She looked down, her face stern but the moist in her eyes betrayed the strong facade she put on.

I didn't give her enough credit. I would be sacred too if I was thrown in her situation, in a place far away from home. With the short time I spent with Perci, I could tell she could take care of herself, independent from the normal standards of women. When I met her, she didn't cry or panic, she conversed with me, not caring if I was a prince or not. In fact it seemed she was more lax after I told her. She joked around me like it was normal, and I would too, bringing out her soft laughter and bright smile. And Before I knew it, I stated to fall for the girl.

I trust her, and I know that I'm the only one she trust. I don't want to betray that, not ever.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." I assured her.

She breathed deeply, like the promise I made brought a new breath of life.

She finally looked up and smiled with her soft eyes sparkling.

"Thank you."

—-

The Throne room was small but extravagant, with polished wood floors and glass panes painting the ground with rich colors, all which lead to the king himself. We bowed slightly once we reached our destination.

"My son, how was your hunting trip?" He inquired.

Arthur let go of my hand and held his hands together behind his back, his back straightened and chest out, projecting his respect towards his father. As with myself, I had no idea where to put my hands, I awkwardly began to fidget with my dress as my ADHD took over, which for the record was not a good time to start.

"It was well enough until a horde of scorpions ruined it, and in the process I encountered the young lady, Persephone who, at the time was about to succumb to them until I intervened." Arthur explained curtly, "I would like to request that Persephone be allowed to stay." He finished.

"Welcome Persephone, to Camelot, my name is Uther Pendragon of Camelot." He embellished "For however long will you stay?"He questioned.

"Until I find my home" I answered steadily

"Your home?" The king asked confused.

"Father, from what I gathered she has fallen victim of sorcery. She tells me that one moment she is in bed for the night, the next morning she was in the forest boarding the castle of Camelot." Arthur quickly answered instead.

"Ah... I see." The King said as if he had seen clarity in my problem, "Lady Persephone, it seems that you've encountered such luck to meet my son, I will welcome you into my castle since you have fallen victim to the dangers of sorcery, and you may stay until you find your way back home." He decreed.

"Thank you, my lord" I bowed at the same time as Arthur said, "Thank you, father." As he also bowed.

"A room will be prepared soon and in the meanwhile I will have the court tailer measure and make clothing to your liking, you are dismissed"

I manage to walk out of there, without making a fool out of myself, which for me is a personal best. Having to deal with the likes of arrogant and prideful gods, really has prepared me for this occasion, but with the reputation of a wrathful King has set me on edge more than most Greek monsters. Which if what I hear is true, then once the King finds out about my powers of any kind, he won't hesitate to kill me.

"So what now?" I asked Arthur, because really I have no idea what to do next.

"You'll meet the court tailor in the west wing of the castle, as for I will have to meet my knights for training" he answered in a low voice, I would say it was alluring if not for the constant worry I'm in.

He held my hand in support, then raises them to kiss my knuckles. A blush erupts across my face, my throat tight and my gut clenched, and Holy Hera what just happened?

"I hope to see you later tonight" he said in a hopeful voice.

"Yeah..." I said almost breathlessly, staring into his crystal blue eyes.

He squeezed my hand once more before leaving down the hallway and turning the corner. I stare at the hallway just a second too long but that's fine. Oh what has Aphrodite have in store for me...

"My...If my eyes deceive me,"

I turned startled to see that a fair skinned woman on the opposite side of the hallway.

"I would have to say he's quite smitten with you." She said with confidence, "I am Lady Morgana, King Uther's ward" she later introduced herself.

"My name is Persephone, but my friends call me Perci" i said back, "but I don't think he likes me." I said in modest.

"Oh don't be silly, I've live with the oaf long enough to know that he has taken a liking to you." She states, "he hasn't truly sought out a woman, but I can see by his actions that he has begun his courtship, sooner or later he will start is baring gifts and the such."

I laugh lightly "what are you? Cupid?" I joked at her enthusiasm.

"Cupid?" She asked

"Ah-it's just a deity my...people like to worship. He's is the embodiment of love and he spreads his influence through his arrows" although it would sound normal to me, it seemed that by the look of her face that it wasn't for her. "Harmless arrows! Ones that, once it hits, you'll fall in love with the next person you'll see" I quickly resupply.

Acceptance dawned her face, "Oh I understand now, what kind of religion do you practice?" She asked.

But, it's not really a religion and more a life style really, but I doubt anyone would believe that others gods truly exist.

"In my land it's called Hellenic, we worship many gods in their own respective domains." I explained.

"That's sound fascinating," she said excitedly, she grabbed my hands, "please tell me more." as she led me to an unknown location.

"Uhhh sure." I said, "Okay, so it all started when the universe was bare until a being known as Chaos was born then her brother Order..."

—-

I spoke with the lady, Morgana, about how the universe was created, and the gods and deities that came to rule it, but we had to stop in the middle of the titan war when I realized that I hadn't gone to the tailor.

"I'm sorry, Morgana I have to go. Do you want to continue tomorrow sometime?" I tried to amend and by her look I would say she was fine with it . I said goodbye and went to the tailor.

The tailor was very efficient, and what I thought would take all day took only lasted about an hour. Afterwards the tailor promised fresh clothes the next day, and I went to my room ready to sleep. However, that thought didn't last long since a knock on the door had interrupted her actions.

"Come in" I requested

And I really should have known who would have been. As Arthur opened the door revealing him in a simple red shirt and brown pants and boots, and in his hands held a beautiful bouquet of daffodils.

"Hello" I said shyly, suddenly unsure of what to do.

"Im sorry to disturb you this late at night, but I wanted to bring you this." As handed the bouquet to me.

I accepted them, holding them delicately like I would hold my baby sister.

"Many have tried to win my affections, but you are the first to have ever given me something as mundane as this." I warned.

He looked dejected as he looked away, I grabbed his hand.

"Thank you, no one has ever given me flowers before." I reassured him before kissing him on the cheek, "Goodnight, Arthur."

He smiled back, but also looking smug at the same time.

"Good night, Perci" he said before leaving the room.

I was left in my room alone, thinking of the young man who saved her, which lead to her next concern.

Why am I here?