Fira’s eyes glowed gold as she twitched her fingers and created little butterflies of dew droplets. They fluttered in and around the sleeping knights. The moonlight reflected off their watery, beady structures, casting intricate patterns around the grass and trees.

Gwaine had finally gone to sleep after ordering her to do the same. But she did not do as he said. Tonight she just wanted to watch over the sleeping forms of her friends.

Fira made eye contact with Percival sometime later. He was in the middle of yawning and she smiled at him with a laugh on her lips. When he caught her staring, he raised an eyebrow in question. Her response came as a simple shrug and she sent a butterfly floating towards him. Eventually it landed on his knee, flapping its delicate dew-made wings.

Percival stuck his finger under the magical butterfly’s legs and it crawled onto him. Fira’s eyes remained gold to hold the spell. The knight brought the butterfly close to his face and examined it. With a twitch of her fingers, it fluttered up and around his head.

Suddenly a twig broke on her right and behind her from where she sat against a tree trunk. She dropped the playful spell as she, Percival, and Tor tried to figure out what the sound was.

“Léoht!” Fira thrust her palm forward and a ball of light left it, floating quickly into the trees.

What they found chilled Fira to the bone.

“Cú!” Tor shouted immediately.

A huge black dog-like creature opened its jaws wide. In the light of Fira’s spell, its enormous canines gleamed and its saliva sparkled with an ugly shine. The creature leapt forward pinning Fira down. She was scared out of her mind. The creature’s red eyes bore into her soul or so it seemed.

Fira shook herself out of the stupor upon feeling its hot breath on her face. “Bescyldian!”

As it went to bite down, the snout of the Cú Sídhe bounced off an invisible barrier. But she couldn't hold the magical shield for long.

Fortunately for her, the knights were helping now. Unfortunately, Cú Sídhe also hunted in packs. Galahad and Tor were hacking at the one bearing down on Fira, and with another flash of gold, she caught it distracted, sending the beast flying back. Galahad helped her up quickly.

“Leon!” Fira screamed in fright as a large creature crept up behind their leader.

The First Knight of Camelot spun around just in time to stab the Cú in the mouth, killing it. Fira heaved a relieved sigh. Leon nodded to her in thanks before running to help Percival and Morholt with another.

Gwaine was battling a particularly large one with Elyan. Fira sent a fireball at the Cú Sídhe but it did nothing to the enchanted fur. With a sigh, she realized she’d need to get it in the underbelly. But how?

Fira looked at the ground and smirked. Pinecones.

She tossed a few pinecones towards the Cú fighting Gwaine and Elyan. The Cú and the knights turned towards her like she was crazy. But then her eyes flashed gold and the pinecones, now under the beast’s belly, shot into flames. It howled angrily.

Gwaine and Elyan drove their swords into its throat, one of the only weak points on the beasts. It fell to the ground dead.

“Everyone alright?” Leon panted, drawing his sword from one of the beast’s bodies.

There were various grunts and acknowledgments of varying degrees of “okay” in response. They had gotten off relatively easy. Galahad was unconscious but Fira had checked him over and it was because he’d tripped and hit his head. Leon and Gwaine we concerned.

“He should be alright.” She sat next to him, looking with a soft smile at his peaceful expression. Then she turned back to Leon and Gwaine. “Might be a bit dizzy for a few days.”

Tor stood with Morholt. The former leaned over and spoke. “Well, at least we know the legends are true.”

“Indeed.” Morholt cleaned his sword with a cloth. “These creatures are repulsive.”

Gwaine forced Fira to leave Galahad’s side and sleep an hour later, taking up guard with Elyan and Gaheris. The rest of the night passed without incident. In the morning, Fira prepared breakfast alongside Gareth.

“We should move fast,” Leon ordered after they had cleaned from the meal. “Everyone mount up.”

Fira found Aland and pulled herself onto him. He tossed his head, whinnying. Fira leaned in and spoke to him in whispers. This calmed him.

They rode onwards, making quick time. No one conversed, too focused in their environment in fear of whatever lay around them. The only change in pace came that evening.

As they stopped for a minute to rest the horses and eat a quick meal, Fira felt something. It was a presence unlike any she had experienced before, a magic she could only say felt similar to that of a unicorn.

“No one move,” she ordered. “Don't do anything rash.”

The company wondered what she meant. Galahad knew something was coming, he could feel it to.

Out of the bushes stepped a snow white stag. Its massive antlers spanned at least three feet and it had deep, brown eyes. Everyone remained rooted to their spots.

Everyone except Fira. She stepped forward, placing a hand on the stag’s forehead. A wave of energy washed over her, power and a message coming across the touch.

“Beware the Green Knight and his Lady. This quest will either ensure Albion is one step closer, or destroy that hope entirely. This meeting has set in motion a chain of events that cannot be altered. Beware of what you will become.”

Fira then experienced flashes of images: fire, smoke, red eyes, Morgana, green armor, the lake of Avalon, lightning, clouded skies, armies of darkness. It went so quickly, she wasn't sure what happened. She broke the touch with the stag and it fled.

Suddenly she felt weak, overwhelmed by the amount of information she’d just received. Leon caught her as she fell.