Timebomb

AN: Just a thought of a story I've had. Feedback welcome, I'll write more with positive reviews!

Darkness.

Green, those are leaves. Brown, tree trunks. Trees, woods, forests. I am standing in a forest. I know this.

Darkness.

Green again, but now blue too. I must have fallen. Yes, I am lying down. A voice. A loud voice is screaming. It is my voice. Help me. Help me.

Darkness.

A face, a smile, dark hair, blue eyes, ears. Why am I drawn to his ears? He is speaking words I do not understand… but yes, I do know what he is saying, they are words of power. Another voice. It is his, he calls to one side before turning back to me. He says I am safe. He says I will find peace.

Darkness.

I am moving but not moving. I am being carried, high from the ground. I see the dark head again, he is moving to one side of me too. Horse. He rides a horse. Another voice above me. I am being carried by another man, on a horse. Blue eyes again, but blonde this time and hair on his face. He asks if I am well. I stutter a yes. He asks my name. This I do not know. He asks if I know how I got in the woods. This too I do not know. Realisation. I know nothing. He shifts his arms to hold me tighter in the saddle. He says in Camelot I will find safety. Camelot. I try the unfamiliar word and ask what is Camelot? He laughs and points ahead of us. Turning my head I see white towers touching the sky. Sighing, I let the darkness come this time.

Darkness.

Silver hair and silver eyes this time. Kindly eyes too. He talks to the dark haired one, not knowing I am awake. I catch snippets of their speech: No memory, no physical injuries, druid, sorcery. I turn my head to them and they see I am awake. There are more questions. Who am I? Where am I from? What are these markings? Markings? I look at my wrists. Swirls adorn them, they have a meaning, I know they do. But I cannot reach the knowledge. It is buried in a fog. They say the king will want to see me. The darkness calls again but I feel I can keep it at bay longer each time. I must rest.

Darkness.

The witch known as Morgana covered the scrying glass with the velvet cloth. It was all too simple. Now it was just a matter of time.