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What was she going to do? She panicked. She sat before Duncan with a rigid back, as they rode through the forest to an unknown destination. She was shaking with fear and could not stop crying. All sorts of things rolled in her head.

Just because of trespassing on his property he was taking her God knows where.

What happened to her friends, where were they?

Her head ached tremendously and her body felt stiff with pain as well.

The horses sudden slow trots made her blink to the present and her heart raced rapidly in her chest. She looked up at the massive keep before her as they rode slowly over a bridge.

Guards stood by armed with sticks and dressed in medieval wear as well.

What the hell did she walk in to?

Why were they all here and wearing these clothes?

She let out short shakey breaths as they rode into the courtyard and stopped. She felt him climb off the horse but never looked at him. Her eyes could not leave the large structure before her.

He looked up to grab her from the horse but, stopped as he noticed her eyes roam with confusion to everything around them.

He quickly pulled her by her waist from the horse and stood her before him then undid the ropes on her wrists. She stood there in a pensive state, not moving.

"If you are thinking about escaping, you wont get far." He warned, pulling her beside him.

She planted her foot firmly, not wanting to move.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked. Frightened she began to pull from his hold.

"To the dungeon, mayhap  a day or two down there, you will finally talk and tell me who sent you and what is your name," he dragged her along struggling.

She yanked at his hands and yelled.

" Dungeon! What are you some sort of idiot? Have you lost your mind? All we did was enter a crumbling crappy chapel. You had no sign around anywhere to warn of not trespass or entering it. Its a frigging chapel to begin with. Why the hell would you want to throw me in a dungeon? I didn't do anything wrong," she cried.

He watched her as she argued. He tried to keep up with what she was saying. She insulted him that much he knew and it angered him that she was bold enough to call him an idiot. No one raised their voice to him, insulted him and got away with it.

"Someone sent you to spy on us who is it?" he insisted.

"Was it that filthy bastard Artain that sent you? It wouldn't amaze me if he sent his whore to spy, mayhap to trick her way into my bed," he scoffed.

As soon as the words left his lips, he saw the shock in her eyes and felt the heat from the palm of her hand as it crudely went across his face with a slap that set him right.

"F&ck you im not a whore, you bastard," she hissed.

It was a brazen move that would cost her dearly. His harsh grip shot pain up her arm as he slammed her against his chest and wrapped his hand tightly around her neck and squeezed her just enough to gain the look he sought in her eyes.

Fright.

Ardolf stood in awe at the display before him. Beside himself at what he was seeing. He did not believe it when Aidan came to him. He was livid to no end with Duncan's brash treatment of the girl. He watched the squabble between them and was satisfied that she held her own against his barbaric son. He honestly did not know what had gotten into him.

His heart raced as he saw him mumble something to her ,she responded in kind and immediately he shouted Duncans name as he saw he wrapped his hand around her neck with a murderous glare.

"Duncan! Unhand her this instant!" Ardolf yelled across the courtyard.

The murderous glare in his eyes turned to annoyance as he let her go.

She turned to see who yelled.

"Inside the both of you. NOW" he ordered.

He grabbed her and she pulled out of his hold. How she infuriated him to no end with her hellish behavior.

He watched as Aidan ran to her side and stood before him keeping her from attacking Duncan.

"Please do not fight him, it will only make things worse," he begged her softly.

He felt her relax in his hold.

"You keep that psychotic bastard away from me," she cried as Aidan held her away from his brother and walked her towards his father.

She followed them through the large doors into a large hall lined with tables and servants setting them up.

She felt the warm embrace of the one called Aidan guide her towards the tall elderly man.

With a warm smile he turned to look at her.

She looked up at the older man that held a gentle caring stare in his eyes.

He was tall elderly, with grey eyes that held many years of wisdom in them. He had long grey hair and a beard equal in length and color. Gandalf the grey stood before her if she didn't know any better.

He smiled and tilted her chin up to look down into her eyes. Honey toned orbs filled with tears looked at him and it warmed his heart. She was beautiful and petite with long dark brown ringlets that fell to her back. A reddend button of a nose and profound dark eyebrows with long lashes. A fair beauty if none did not know it.

"What is your name my dear child," he asked.

She looked at him then at her feet, overwhelmed to no end.  Maybe if she gave her name they would let her go.

"My name is Tara. Tara Michaels," she answered through trembling lips.

With a smile he bent to hold her hands in his and rubbed them gently.

"Welcome Tara Michaels to Chaswick, I am Lord Ardolf du Bec, these are my sons Aidan and Duncan," he pointed towards them.

She glanced at them.

The one that held her his name was Aidan and that barbarian that gave her a heated glare was Duncan.

Ardolf chuckled at her angry stare at Duncan.

She turned to look at him then everything around her. A strange feeling grew over her as she took in all that was happening. Something just did not seem right. They were taking this reenactment too seriously or she was in a very bad dream.

Ardolf watched her as she silently looked around dumbfounded with a questionable stare. As if trying to understand what is going on.

"My child what ails you?" he asked with concern.

She looked at him with a frightened stare and she looked around as the servants continued their work. Then she went back to how the chapel looked different and how they left from the front door. It no longer looked like a ruin.

Reality struck and it hit her like a bucket of ice water.
This couldn't be. She thought.

She shook her head trying to get some sense of it all.

Ardolf patiently waited for to answer but saw how she began to nervously look around.

She had to ask.  As much as it sounded like a far fetched idea, or crazy thought, she had to know.

Nervously she looked up to him and her eyes filled with tears. She swallowed hard and whispered.

"What is todays date? What year is this," her voice was barely audible.

The question seemed odd, but his heart quickened when he finally realized why she asked. He took in her manner of speaking, her clothing and then Lioras words.

He feared that it was all true.

Sadly he looked at her.

"Tis the year of our Lord 1245," he spoke carefully and watched all the color from her face drain.

And there it was.

Her heart sank and her head began to spin. Everything before her began to spiral out of control. Her knees felt weak and her chest began to tighten.

And darkness claimed her.