It was a night I was never going to forget. Thunder clouds racing chasing after each other like a waltz. Where was I? I was up on top of an old oak trying to hide from the rescuers my father had sent after me. I was running because I was to be made queen next week.
I must have been dreaming again, or I fell out of the tree. When I awoke I was in my night things and in my silk tapestry lined bed I must have been caught again because I do not remember a thing. Hullo, what is this? I do believe it is another new servant to help prepare for my ceremony. But it is a male; father has never given me a male servant before. And my, he is so attractive.
“Hello there,” I began.
He was shy at first so I repeated my greeting.
“Hullo there,” I said again.
“Is there something you need your majesty?” he asked.
“Well no, actually and please call me Gwenn,” I replied
“Excuse me your highness, I mean Gwenn, but I have work to do.”
He was very busy, rude, or afraid of me. Maybe all three?
“Excuse me, but is that how you talk to a princess?” it was a royal guard.
The servant looked frightened to death. But what could I do about it? Just then I thought of a plan.
“It is all right dear Sir; he was doing me no harm.” I tried to defend him and the young boy saw this charade act.
“Oh, your Majesty, you do not know the penalty of disrespecting a lady such as your high royalty,” bellowed the guard.
“Oh I believe I do, is it not is torture? “
The moment I said ‘torture’ the young boy gulped.
“No, your ladyship it is torture to death,” corrected the guard.
“Well seeing as I told this young lad to call me my first name, I do not think it is disrespect. Furthermore, I would like to know his status.”
This came a bit shocking to the boy and the guard.
“I am a dressing servant, and my name is William, my liege.” This was very unusual for him to say this for he is a shy one.
“Well, William, the dressing servant, I now knight you a knight in training so you may help me in this battle I am in. I will tell you the details in private.”
When I said this, the guard looked as if you had slapped him in the face with a pie and then a rubber chicken at a carnival, a little surprised then a little furious. The guard swore under his breath something I could not hear then William turned around and said,
“Wow that was brilliant Gwenn! How can I ever repay you?”
“By being a knight, and help me with this battle I am in with my father.” I answered.
“You are not serious are you, princess?” he looked confused.
The moment after he said this there was a long black shadow moving at a rapid pace towards us. It was like I am in a lost fairytale,for there were little people around me when I awoke. There were trees walking about and dancing of what looked like fauns. A strange sort of singing was going on too. The lyrics almost too clear:
Rejoice, rejoice,
For our princess has come again,
She once long ago, saved us from men,
Rejoice, rejoice,
For we now have our lady protector,
to save us from danger, yet again.
It took me a moment to capture what was going on and who was singing? Ah alas, merpeople I should have guessed it. Now how am I to get home to my father? To William? Is it true that I am their lady protector? If so how did I save them from man? This is all too confusing maybe one of them speaks English.
“Excuse me my good sir,” I began speaking to a faun, “could you tell me where I am and who this lady protector is?”’
“Why you’re in Arona, and you are our lady protector, Queen Guinevere, are you not?” answered the faun.
“Well,” I began, “my name is Gwenn or that is what they call me, but I have no remembrance of being a lady protector.”
“That was what the merpeople were singing about. How you may not remember it but once long ago you came into Arona when it was full of sea sailors and such. You grabbed gang of goblins, and tricked them into making us amour and weapons to secure the castle and the woods. You reined for one hundred and fifty three years before you wondered back home even the centaurs said you wouldn’t be around for much longer (as read in another book). So we weren’t as so surprised when you left as we should have been,” The faun said.
“How long ago was this if it is true as you said, and how did I become queen? Did I get married or just take the throne?’’ I questioned.
“It has been three thousand, one hundred and sixty four years since you left. We have a festival every year hoping you would come back then and here you are. Oh and yes you did get married to High King William, of the sword. He was said to be very handsome you know,” he very politely answered.
“William…” I muttered to myself.
“Could you tell me how to pull someone from my world to yours?” I asked.I felt so small and ignorant.
“Why of course your highness,” it was a different voice now high pitched and screech like, “we pulled you out from your slumber in another world into ours to help fight man once again.”
“Well I was not exactly slumbering, I was making a proposal with High King William, (“although there he is not royalty,” I thought,) about knighthood,” I proclaimed.
“You may only call one person a year at the festival, we’ve been trying to call you until this year when we gave up and you came on your own. Are you going to call High King William?” the mermaid asked.
“Yes, although I would like to know how long ago it was when we were here. Also how did we get here the first time?”
