Hi guys! I know it's been forever since I've done anything on this book that hasn't been related to a roleplay, so after all this time, I figured I'd post some writing to (try) and make it up to you guys. Anyways, enjoy! ~ Maddie

It was 12:41 AM when it happened. It was Tuesday night, because of course I had to have school in the morning when my life changed for good. All I remember is popping about fourteen melatonin in hopes I'd actually sleep, and crawling under the covers. The next time I opened my eyes, I was sitting in the kitchen. At first, I thought maybe I went downstairs for a snack and then passed out in front of the fridge, but no, I was tied to the earthy looking straw thatched kitchen chairs my mom had insisted on buying during her latest midlife crisis. From what I'd learned in the fruitless health classes I'd had since middle school, this was a kidnapping crisis. Panic set in, and I opened my mouth and yelled "Call 911, I'm being kidnapped!" As loud as I possibly could. It must have slipped my mind that this was my own house, therefore it was a hostage crisis. My shout of terror was met with a sharp elbow digging into my thigh. "Cheezits crust, Bunny! Shut your face!" A voice hissed from my left. Judging from the multiple voice cracks and the vocabulary of a seventh grader, it was my next-door neighbor, Damon Mills. I blinked once, then twice. "Of course I have to go and get kidnapped with you." I groaned, my brown-eyed gaze boring into Damon's baby blues. "Well, actually, we're in a hostage crisis together." The boy corrected, a smug look appearing on his acne marked face. "If this is an arranged marriage, I'm jumping out the window." I retorted. Damon's next reply was cut short by the distinctive sound of someone bursting through my front door. "Ah, I see you've awakened." A teenage male voice remarked. "See, that's what puberty makes you sound like." I muttered to Damon, as I couldn't resist the roast even though I was fearing for my life. Damon snorted, but his words were once again cut short when a man with the longest hair I'd ever seen on a dude strode into my kitchen. "Alas, I take it you believe to be hostages." The man sighed in the same tone one might use to say they've forgotten to get milk. "Wow, really." I replied, the amount of salt in my voice near equivalent to that of the dead sea. "Just get whatever you want with us done and we can get on our way."
"Alas, our mission has only begun." The man admitted, flicking an obnoxiously long strand of hair over his shoulder. "I am named Alan Mortimer, but you may call me Merlin." I blinked a few times. "Weird flex but okay." I replied, feeling the ropes that had bound me to the chair slip away, being replaced by something oddly cool on my wrists and ankles. "Damon, if this is some of your weird dungeons and dragons crap you're trying to get me into, just stop." I told Damon in a fierce whisper. "This is the last time I'm telling you, I'm not into your 7th grade crap. This is freshman year of high school." I added, my voice growing continually louder. Alan, no, Merlin, cleared his throat. "Back to our mission, young ones. The boy, Damon, that you've been so viciously vituperating for the past few moments is the once and future king. The retriever of the sword, and true ruler of Albion." Damon perked up, his blue eyes wide. "Sweet! Where are the dice?" He had seemed to have forgotten we were tied to post-modern dining chairs. Merlin simply closed his eyes and puffed out a breath. "And you, my dear Regina. The man began, his deep blue eyes looking into my brown ones. To avoid his weird stare, I looked down at my bonds, only to see that there were none, just shimmering strands of gold. A shiver went down my spine. "You are the witch herself, the former Lady Morgana, Morgan Le Fay." My whole body seemed to be hit by a bolt of energy, tingling all over. I was dazzling. From my world history class, I knew a thing or two. "Arthur, my boy." I remarked grandly, turning to Damon as best I could. "Square up, buddy, I've been waiting for my chance to go at you for years."