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A few hours after Arthur and I had fallen asleep, we were awoken by Back Lack literally dragging us both out of bed.

"Wake up! Listen! You need to get out of here now!" He tells us urgently, although his words didn't fully process due to us both being half asleep.

"What are you doing, Lack?" My best friend asks as he sat up.

"Jack's Ste was telling the truth. Those red beards are connected." Lack tells us as he packs up some of Arthur's things.

"So, what? So are we." The blonde man said groggily, as he was still half asleep.

"No, you don't get it! The Blacklegs are coming! And when they get here, they're gonna make an example out of you! You gotta go now! And you can't use the front door! Get out the window!" The dogs start to bark and my face goes pale.

"They're here, move!" I tell Arthur as I usher him towards the window.

"What about you? Where are you going to go?" My best friend asks me in concern and I just smile.

"I'll be fine. I have some friends out of the city that George and I can stay with. Don't worry about me." I told him, but the blonde still looked unconvinced. I placed a hand on the side of his face and smiled. "I'll be alright, I promise."

"Be safe." He told me, leaning his head into my hand.

I slid my hand down from his face to his chest, placing a gentle hand on his heart. Arthur covered my smaller hand with his own, a sad smile upon both of our lips.

"You as well, Arthur." I told the blonde, a lump forming in my throat. "Now you need to go, I'll find you if anything happens."

Confusion flashed in his blue eyes, but I didn't give him a chance to question me as I pushed him towards the open window. "Now go! Go, Arthur!"

I watched with a smile as my best friend escaped through the alleyway, disappearing from my line of sight.

"You need to go too, Gwen! Arthur and your brother won't be happy if you get captured or killed." Lack told me solemnly, after a few moments of shouting. "Stay to the rooftops, they'll guide you home safely."

I gave the man a brief nod of appreciation before I climbed out the window and on to a piece of roof. I climbed up to the higher level of rooftop, where there was a clothing line connecting the two buildings.

I looked around quickly for another way across, but there was none. So, I let out a quiet sigh and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes and brown became golden as I muttered the correct spell, slowly walking across the clothing line.

Rooftop after rooftop, I jumped, slid, free-ran, clothing line walked, and climbed. Eventually, I made it back home with my heart pounding as I worried about my best friend's well being.

"What happened? Why did you come in through the window?" My brother asked as I climbed in through the upstairs window, probably looking like a bat out of hell.

"The Blacklegs came after Arthur. He got away from the brothel, but I don't know if he was caught or not. He was long gone before Back Lack made me leave too." I told him as I caught my breath. "I free-ran the whole way here. That's why I came in through the window."

Grey Wind came and nudged my thigh with his head as a greeting, making me scratch behind his ear lovingly.

"If Arthur was taken we need to inform the others, Father included." My twin sighed, pacing slightly.

"Agreed, Alda and Bedivere will want to here about this. We'll need their help, if we're going to save him from Vortigern." I agreed with a nod as we began to pack.

"Let's hope that he doesn't learn of Arthur's true lineage." Geralt stated stiffly, sharing a worried look with me and our familiars.

"God help us, if he does."

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Grey Wind and I walk into the familiar cavern, careful to not trip any boobytraps. My brown eyes snap up from their gaze on the ground as I am stopped, suddenly hit with a sense of deja vu.

I let out a sigh, looking sideways at the person who'd appeared beside me with a sword to my neck.

"This is hardly the welcome back that I had expected. Now, get your damn sword out of my fucking face, Rubio." I sassed at the young man with platinum blonde hair, before pushing the blade away from my neck.

"Sorry about that, Guinn." He shrugged, sending me a grin. "Can never be too careful."

"Where's Alda and Bedivere? Something has happened and I need you lot's help." I asked with an urgent look towards the young man.

"We cannot help you, Guinevere. We need to stay in hiding until the time is right." I turned around to see Alda standing beside Sir Bedivere with a stern look.

"I would say that it's the right time, considering that the prophecy is in motion as we speak! The true heir to the throne of Camelot has been captured by the king. Once Vortigern learns of my friend's true lineage, Arthur will be executed and the future of England will be plunged into darkness."

The two shared a look as I kept my gaze on Alda, the young Mage sharing a look with Bedivere. They each still looked skeptical as they stared at me.

"How do we know that this man you speak of is really the true heir?" Bedivere asked as he stood before me.

"You know that my father had a vision before sending Geralt and I to protect Uther's heir. I have known Arthur and have seen the visions of his future for years." I sighed after a few moments of silence.

"Possible future." Alda stated, giving me a stern look. "You know as well as I, that the future is never certain. That there are too many events that could change that future."

"Not this one, Alda." I argued with a shake of my head. "This is a fixed point in time and you know it. You have seen it over and over again, just as I have."

"Guinevere, you cannot be sure—."

Alda's sentence was cut off by a strong earthquake and a burst of power coming from the East. A brief vision passed between Alda and I as our eyes changed.

We were shown Arthur pulling Excalibur from the stone, before the scene changed. The next bit we were shown was Arthur and Vortigern sitting in a cell, the former in chains. The scene changed to Arthur kneeling with is head on the chopping block and the executioner's axe risen in the air.

"I think we can be plenty sure, Alda." I breathed with a chuckle as we were brought out of the vision.

"What did you see?" Bedivere asked as the others looked upon us in curiosity and concern.

"Guinevere is right." Alda told him, catching her breath before casting a look at me. I grinned smugly as she spoke her next words.

"Arthur is the true heir to the throne of Camelot."

A hopeful smile grew on Bedivere's face, before he addressed me. "What is our plan?"

I smirked victoriously, sharing a look with my familiar and replied. "Oh, this is going to be fun."