Summary: Isabel Hannigan is a modern day young woman with two things she loves most – horses and stories about King Arthur and his knights. When she starts to have dreams about the knights, little she knows that she's not the only one with dreams.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, who you might recognize from the stories of King Arthur and his knights.

Chapter 1

Isabel sighed and started to unsaddle her horse, Carlo. She was already in hurry, because he had to go and visit her grandmother before she would go home. When she had brushed Carlo, she hugged his muscular neck.

"Sleep well, Carlo. I'm coming again tomorrow to ride with you." The big black stallion continued eating his hay when Isabel closed the box door behind.

"Izzy, are you leaving already?" One of her best friends, Sarah, came to her.

"Yeah, I'll have to go see grandma." She said.

"Alright. See you tomorrow." Sarah grinned a little. "Sweet dreams."

Isabel just rolled her eyes for this comment. She had told Sarah about her dreams and because Sarah knew about her obsession to King Arthur and his knights, she didn't tease her, like someone else might have done.

Isabel had been dreaming every night during last week about King Arthur and the knights. She felt that it was very strange, how real those dreams felt, it was almost like she could touch Arthur and other knights, like Tristan and Lancelot. Specially Tristan felt more real than other knights, she almost had the feeling, that he could sense her some how, though she knew that it wasn't possible. First those dreams had spooked her, but now she almost waited, that she could go to sleep and start dreaming. She hadn't told anyone about these dreams except her grandmother and Sarah, she thought that others would just think, that she was a nut case.

Isabel drove to the old-age home, where her grandmother was living. Her grandmother was the other person, who Isabel had told about her dreams. Although her grandmother was staying in old-age home and she couldn't move herself without a help, there was nothing wrong in her head and it was still working like a whip. When Isabel had told her about the dreams five days ago, she had acted strangely. She didn't tell why and Isabel didn't ask about it, but she got the feeling, that her grandmother was hiding something. Before her grandmother got the change to ask about her dreams, Isabel told started.

"Last night I had that kind of dream again. It felt so real, it was so strange feeling."

"Sometimes we have dreams which feels real, honey." Her grandmother said, but Isabel noticed the look in her eyes. It really seemed like she knew something, what may had something to do with these dreams.

"But this is so weird… I don't know what to think about these dreams." Isabel sighed. "Have you ever seen dreams like that?"

"Dreams of King Arthur and his knights?" She laughed raspily. "I can't say that I have."

"I don't mean especially about King Arthur. Have you have dreams, which feel like that is real what is happening, although you know, that you are dreaming?" Isabel tried to explain, though she had the feeling that her grandmother knew very well what she meant.

"I have, but it was long time ago. Actually I was then about as old as you are now."

"Really?" Isabel got very interested, she hadn't heard about it before. "What kind of dreams you had?"

"I can't remember." Her grandmother said, because something inside her told, that it wasn't time to tell Isabel all the things she knew.

"You do." Isabel looked stubborn. "Grandma, I want to know what this all means."

Just then the nurse entered the room.

"The visiting time is over in five minutes, miss Hannigan." She watched at Isabel.

"Alright. But you have to tell me next time, when I come to see you, grandma." She sighed and stood up.

"I will do that, sweetheart. Don't worry." Her grandmother promised.

When Isabel left the old-age home, she drove to her appartment. After the shower she watched TV and did some writing for her column. She was a columnist on the one of the newspapers on her hometown, Vancouver. Mainly she was thinking the things what her grandmother had said. She got the strong feeling, that she had been experiencing same kind of things at her age, what Isabel herself was having now. When she couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, she undressed and after she had put her alarm clock on, she was almost immediately asleep.

Isabel heard a hoofbeat behind her and turned. She saw two men riding towards her in their full armour, but still she recognized the men. Other was Tristan, she had heard others calling him by that name and the other man was probably Gawain. Isabel wasn't quite sure, she had seen also him before anyway. Men rode past her, which didn't surprise her, she knew that they couldn't see her, it was only her dream anyway. Isabel followed the men by foot and suddently she was standing middle of the camp, where knights were just sitting around the fire. Isabel remembered from her previous dream, that they were in mission to save a small village from some clan, who were threatening to erase the village from the face of earth, like Isabel had heard Lancelot saying. She just couldn't remember the name of the clan, though she had feeling, that it was very important thing for her to know it. She just didn't know why. Isabel got closer the fire and smiled a little, when she heard Galahad's voice, she had liked him from the very beginning, that man seemed to have some twisted sense of humor.

"So, Bors. Have you seen your woman lately?"

Although the knights spoke with an old British accent, Isabel understood everything what they said, and that had ashtonished her from the beginning.

"You bloody well know, that I haven't. We've been in this stupid mission for a three days and only woman I have seen, was that woad who almost killed Gawain." Bors grunted.

Isabel remembered that incident from two nights ago. She had been there. She had been scared a little, when Gawain was thrown down from the saddle, but Tristan had been there at the right time and saved him.

Isabel wandered among the knights for a moment and catched some things, which hadn't meant for women ears to hear, she was happy that knights couldn't see her, it would been too weird. Suddently she saw Tristan, who was talking with Lancelot and decided to go and listen, what these two were talking about. Just when she was couple of steps from them, Tristan turned his head, and Isabel got the feeling that he really saw something in there, where she was standing. She thought that it wasn't possible, but she stood frozen and almost without breathing.When Tristan had turned back to Lancelot, she stretched her hand to touch Tristan, knowing that he wouldn't feel anything. Before she touched him, she felt a strange warmness filling her body and heard a voice out of no where.

"Don't do that, Isabel. Not yet. It's time to wake up."

Then Isabel woke up. She was almost breathless and she couldn't really understand what had happened. She had been dreaming, but what was that voice, which she had heard? Where had it come from and who knew her name? She hadn't heard the husky voice before and she was really confused. What the hell was going on?

I'm sorry about all spelling errors and sentences, which make no sense. But please keep in mind, that my first language isn't English.

Oh yeah, and the the things which are written in italic, are dreams.