The smell of the sea was mellow as honey as she wandered up the beach. That's how this had started...so why was she now still in her sun dress at an atremental banquet with...were these guys dressed up as knights of the round table?

She stood to leave and was quickly called out by a knight.

"Come now Evelyn! Going so soon? Sit, dine, chat!" He laughed raucously.

She glanced around sitting back down cautiously glad for the name tags below each guest at the banquet all were strangers except the knights oddly enough.

"Sir Gallahad? Why am I here?"

"Why wouldn't you be sweet Evelyn?" His kind eyes made her smile just a bit.

"I was on the beach and now I'm here."

"Perhaps you should save the how for later and try to consume yourself in the present?" There was a wisdom in his tone and she slowly found herself agreeing.

"Please forgive us, for the quite abrupt introductions where are my manners? This is the feast of fellowship and you, Evelyn are our guest of honor, I am Percival and this is Gallahad and King Arthur."

"It's really a pleasure to meet you all." She still feels like she has to be dreaming.

"Now to business Evelyn."

"Business?"

"Yes, without us there to defend the world from its rampant evils the world has become a molten pool of chaos!" Percival adamantly slammed his fist on the table causing his fork to jump.

"Percival, mind your manners." King Arthur chastised before turning to Evelyn. "You see Evelyn we view and immense amount of potential in you. We would like to suggest that you become my successor and locate those you deem worthy of being your own knights of the round table."

Evelyn nearly choked on the pumpkin pie she'd just taken a bite of. "What?"

"You are to bring back the knights of the round table, Evelyn Banks and you will do it in the next two days before Morgana finds her own champion."