Author's Note: I own nothing. This is the fourth story in my Jen 10 series. If you don't read the others this one will not make sense. The order is Hero Time, Certain and Uncertain, Evolution then this on Knight and Changeling.

Knight And Changeling

1 Lost But Found

Jen was in shock. She had no idea what was happening as the group of knights collected what they could of their fallen, picking up shields that were torn and scorched from the dead. Sir George stepped over to her pulling his cloak off his shoulders.

"Here young changeling." He wrapped it around her and closed the clasp around her neck. "You seem shocked." Jen stared at him.

"I have no idea how I even got here." George nodded, bright blue eyes kind and understanding.

"Many things have happened in recent days that we have no explanation for. The men believe the swordsmith sent you." Jen glanced down at the sword that hung by the knight's side. On the hilt was set what looked like a solid stone but within it was the symbol of the Omnitrix, the symbol of the Plumbers, the Ultimatrix symbol. Jen glanced down at her wrist where the Ultimatrix sat. George frowned slightly.

"You say your name is Jen?" Jen nodded distracted.

"My full name is Jennifer. But my friends call me Jen." George nodded.

"Lady Jennifer do you know how to ride?" Jen frowned at him. She noticed a younger boy leading two horses up to them.

"No. That's something I never learned how to do." George nodded and held out his hands to her.

"May I assist you then?" Jen looked over him.

"I don't really have a choice do I?" George frowned.

"You have my word you will not be harmed. As a knight of Albion honor means everything to me. You shall not be harmed." Jen frowned and held out her hands to him. He scooped her up and set her sidesaddle on the steed before mounting the horse behind her. Jen had seen horses in the petting zoo when she was a kid but this was nothing like those. This horse was massive a war charger nearly twice the size of those horses she's seen before. She had no idea where to hang on to the creature. She had no idea how she'd even gotten here. The last thing she remembered was Gwen chanting something in a magical language after one of those green slimy creatures had taken control of her. Had Gwen done this? Jen closed her eyes as George took the reins and urged the horse into a trot.

George regarded his charge with a critical eye. She could be no older than his daughter had been when she had died at the flames of the Dagon, sixteen years old. But her hair was oddly short, her clothes strange. He had never seen a woman in trousers before much less ones that tight. He shook his head slightly as they made their way though the carnage the Dagon had left behind. They were many miles away from the castle yet and several of the buildings here were still smoldering. He had but wounded the Dagon before it had struck its blow against him.

She had healed him with a touch. Her skin had been shimmering like cut stone with small stars shimmering in her skin the same green as the short tunic she wore as a human girl, the same color as her eyes and the swordsmith's symbol. A few of the knights were already whispering that she was a creation of the fey smith's, like the sword itself. He wasn't so sure. But as they arrived at the castle it was clear that she had never seen a town nor a castle. Despite the hollow look in her eyes she looked upon the world with the innocence of a child. He helped her down from the horse. Several of the servants stepped forward. George nodded to one of the women.

"Take Lady Jennifer here to change into something more suitable to greet the king please Catherine. I believe my daughter's clothes will fit her well enough." Catherine nodded stepping up to Jennifer. She was an older maid who had once served George's wife and daughter, trustworthy to a fault. She regarded the strange girl but curtsied and nodded taking her by the hand and leading her away. The king's squire had come out to meet him. George nodded to him. "I must speak with his majesty as soon as is possible. This girl's appearance is a sign that we must advance our steps against the creatures, and the demon that controls them." The squire bowed and hurried off.

Jen still wasn't sure what was going on but since Paradox hadn't shown up to take her home yet she had no choice but to go with whatever this was. If he didn't she had no idea how she would get home. She was ushered into a large chamber by the woman, Catherine. She looked her over and clicked her tongue.

"You are a strange one. But if you are to meet the king then we must make you presentable. Come now, off with these strange clothes while I fetch you something suitable." Jen frowned but the woman was insistent. In what felt like no time she was laced into a literal corset. It wasn't as uncomfortable as it seemed in all the movies but it was a bit tight. The skirt was large and long, so long that Jen was nearly afraid she would trip on it. It was a dusty blue with pearls trimming it. There was a darker blue overlay that was also trimmed in pearls. The blouse matched the underskirt with lace and pearls as well. The sleeves were large which was lucky because as she stated multiple times the Ultimatrix did not come off. Catherine ran a brush through her short hair and tutted again, fixing a blue veil in her hair to cover the back of her neck. By the time Sir George knocked on the door Jen felt thoroughly ridiculous. But he smiled and bowed slightly. He offered her an arm.

"My lady. The king has granted you a place here in the palace under my tutelage. We believe you were sent to assist us in this war of ours against the creature who besieges our land. A blessing sent by the fey who forged Ascalon." She nodded but kept silent.

She had figured out what happened now. The journal she had found with Kai almost a year ago was this knights journal. The same Sir George. The changeling who had appeared so recently in his writings was her, that was clear now. What wasn't clear was how all of this would end for her. According to Greggory the changeling from the story had vanished after the Dagon was defeated. Whatever happened now it seemed that she was in this until she found a way home, or until Paradox came to get her. But she really wasn't looking forward to fitting in here. She just wished she'd had time to read further in his journal.