A/N: Iraina is in the picture above.

"Iraina, I need you to go. You are my only daughter, you have to survive." My father told me, gripping my arms tightly.

"But father, I can't leave you. I can't leave our people." I whimpered through my tears.

He smiled sadly and kissed my forehead.

"Go to Camelot. Seek council from Uther Pendragon. We were once very good friends. He shall remember."

"But father-"

"Forgive me." He whispered.

I was about to ask why when I felt a pain in my neck.

I felt my body going limp, my vision blurring.

Then it went black...

~~~~

I woke up, being blinded by the sunlight streaming through my carriage window.

I remembered what had happened before I blacked out and started to panic.

"Hello?" I called, frantically. "Is anyone there? Hello?"

The carriage came to a halt and I heard someone hop down from the rider's perch.

The door to my left opened and there appeared my childhood friend, Maldue, smiling sympathetically at me.

"Maldue? What is going on? Where are we?" I asked, still dazed.

"We are on the North road to Camelot. I'm sorry, dear friend, we could not save anyone." He replied, looking down at his dirty brown boots.

"My father..." I whispered.

"There are no survivors, Iraina. I'm so sorry..." He mumbled.

I sobbed into my hands, not knowing what to do.

Maldue sat in the carriage next to me and held me for what seemed like forever.

I plucked up the courage to wipe away my tears and pull myself together before turning to him.

"Why are we going to Camelot? Are we going to get help? There has to be some survivors."

Maldue looked down at my hand, which was now in his.

"I'm so sorry Iraina. The entire city was on fire. There's no hope." He sighed.

I sobbed for a few minutes more, but was interupted by the sound of men charging, their yells getting closer.

I looked up in surprise and looked to Maldue.

"Wait here." He told me, before leaving the carriage.

Being myself, I got out of the carriage, my gaze instantly coming into contact the ambush.

Maldue muttered something under his breath and all of a sudden, the front row of the ambush flew backwards.

The ambush separated, realising that one of us had magic.

One half attacked Maldue, the other started raiding the cargo tied to the back of the carriage, scavenging anything and everything they could find.

Maldue took out two of the bandits with ease, but was pushed to the ground by one that had crept up behind him.

"Maldue!" I screamed, briefly forgetting about the other half of the ambush.

Just as said half noticed my presence, I caught a glimpse of a knife being dragged through Maldue's throat.

I didn't have time to scream his name a second time as I was picked up by one of the bandits.

I screamed with fear and kicked as hard as I could at anything and everything.

I could've sworn I had heard galloping coming closer and expected it to be more bandits.

My suspicions were withdrawn as an arrow flew past me and plunged into the chest of one of the bandits.

"It's the Camelot patrol! Grab all you can and let's get out of here."The bandit carrying me yelled.

There was a flurry and I caught a glimpse of the silver from the armour and the blood red on their cloaks.

One ran after the bandit carrying me and sliced through his back with his sword.

I fell to the ground.

I was dazed and confused but felt somewhat safe when I was helped up by a rather muscular man with very short, dirty blonde hair.

His arms were bare, unlike the others who had armoured sleeves.

"Come on, I've got you." he told me.

I nodded and he picked me up bridal style to my horse, which he had detached from the carriage.

He sat me on the saddle and joined the fight.

~~~~

All of the bandits were either dead or had escaped.

The knight who had saved me introduced himself as Sir Percival.

He rode next to me, keeping a close eye.

There were five knights in total.

Percival was walking next to a man with longish curly, dark brown hair and stubble, next to him was a shorter man with dark skin. In front of us was a man who, just like the man next to Percival, had dark brown hair, but his was less curly and more wavy at the bottom. In front of him was who I assumed to be the prince of Camelot.

He had short, dirty blonde hair, he was quite muscular, but not as muscular as Percival and he rode the most beautiful white horse I had ever seen.

"You look extremely familar. Have we met?" The man I assumed was the prince asked after pulling back to make conversation.

"I do not believe so. I am Lady Iraina of Caerleon." I replied, timidly.

The man smiled and held out his hand. I placed mine in his and he leaned down to kiss it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you my lady. I am Arthur Pendragon."

I was right. He was the prince.

"Prince Arthur?" I asked.

He nodded and flashed a smile at me.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Our fathers were very fond of each other before we were born." I told him.

He looked surprised.

"Really? I am afraid I did not know that. Well my lady, my father should be thrilled to meet you when we return to Camelot."

I smiled and continued to ride alongside him.

When we were free of the forest and Camelot's castle was in sight, we pushed our horses into a gallop, riding that way for the remainder of the journey.