Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing, save Evangeline and Corin, and the plot. There will be more characters that will enter the story, and I also own them, unless noted otherwise.

Summary: Evan and Corin, two best friends, set of for an adventure for riches and glory. But what else will they find along the way? (Rated T for some things that will come in the second chapter.)

Chapter One

"This is absolutely exciting! I cannot believe that we are going to participate in a tournament!" she exclaimed as a big, dimpled grin spread across her face.

"You've been like this for three days, Evan…" he muttered.

The girl, presumably Evan, rolled her eyes at the man riding next to her. "Well, I still think it's exciting… And why aren't you more thrilled about competing in a tournament, for the chance of riches and glory?" Evan got that starry-eyed look in her face again.

"Because I don't really want riches and glory. Well, it does not matter now. Perhaps I shall win, and then you can have all my glory."

"But not your riches, Cor?" Evan teased.

Cor grinned. "Not a chance."

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"Guinevere, how is your sister?" Arthur asked as he moved a branch out of his way. He and his wife were ahead of the other knights, save Tristan. He had gone even farther ahead to scout out a place to camp for the night.

"Evangeline?" Guinevere did not seem like she was paying attention to a word Arthur said.

"Yes, that's the one. Unless you have another sister that I do not know about," Arthur teased. But he was not rewarded with a smile. Frowning, he asked, "Are you alright, Gwen?"

Guinevere looked up into Arthur's deep blue eyes. "My mother told me that Evangeline is entering a tournament, and through this forest is the quickest path… I just wish I could see her. It's been too long…"

They set up camp in a small clearing as the sun began to set. Guinevere hardly touched her supper, and retired to her tent early. All the men knew something was wrong. Galahad was the first to speak up.

"Arthur, did you and Guinevere have a fight?" he asked softly, glancing up at Arthur.

"No, no. Her sister is passing through this forest, and Gwen just misses her, I think," Arthur replied.

"Well, is she beautiful, like Guinevere?" This was Lancelot.

Arthur nodded. "Yes, very beautiful. But not like Gwen at all. It's hard to explain, so you'll have to see for yourselves when we meet up with her at the tournament."

Gawain's eyes lit up. "A tournament?" he repeated, a grin spreading across his face.

Lancelot shook his head. "Sorry, but it's too late for you to join. We're just going to watch Guinevere's sister. Correct, Arthur?"

"Yes. Tristan, you have first watch tonight." The silent knight gave a slight nod. "Alright men, let's all get a good night's rest. We leave at… dawn, I should think," Arthur concluded.

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Evan yawned as she slowly opened her eyes. With a groan, she sat up slowly and looked around groggily.

"Good morning, Ev," greeted Cor, who looked just as sleepy as she did.

A groan came in reply as the woman shook her hair away from her face. "We should get going if we want to make it to the tournament on time."

Cor nodded and tossed Evan a small loaf of bread and a piece of cheese. Evan quickly finished hers then said, "Cor, I'm going to go to the stream to get a drink. I'll be back soon."

"Alright, but if you're gone too long, I'm coming after you."

Evan grinned at him then started off towards the stream. A peaceful silence filled the forest, filling Evan with the same peace. In fact, she was so peaceful that she didn't even bother to check her surroundings for any thieves and the like.

She got onto her knees near the stream and dipped a cupped hand into the water, drinking thirstily. Well, that is, until she felt cold metal against her throat. Evan froze, and her eyes glanced up at the wielder of this sword.

He was handsome, and had dark, curly hair. Another sword rested in its sheath on his back, in the same fashion that Evan had her own two swords on her back. "Arthur, I found something," he called, still keeping his eyes locked onto hers.

A few moments later, a man she knew quite well appeared. When he looked at her, he gave a great shout of surprise and yelled, "Evangeline!" He pushed Lancelot's sword away from the woman's neck and got to his knees. He kissed her on the cheek then grabbed her in a huge hug.

"Arthur!" Evan exclaimed, her shout muffled in Arthur's arms.

Lancelot looked horror struck. "What about Gwen?" he demanded, his eyes wide with shock. "Who is this woman?"

Evan and Arthur looked up at Lancelot, both looking quite confused. "Wha… Oh!" It had finally dawned on Arthur and he began to laugh. Evan caught on and laughed as well until tears were in her eyes.

Arthur ceased his laughter long enough to say, "No, no, no! This is Gwen's sister, Evangeline! I told you they did not look alike."

Lancelot's cheeks flushed slightly. "Oh, I see. Well, pleasure to meet you, Evangeline." He bowed slightly.

"Pleasure to meet you as well," she replied, giving him a dimpled grin. "Now, what are you doing in this forest?"

"We were coming to watch you and Corin in the tournament," Arthur said, still smiling

"Corin! Oh, he's probably wondering what's taking me so long. I shall be back momentarily," Evan said, then sprinted off into the dense foliage.

"You were right," Lancelot remarked to Arthur, folding his arms over his chest. "She is beautiful, but it is a fierce beauty that I find most appealing."

Arthur gave his friend a warning glance and walked back to camp, leaving Lancelot to his thoughts.

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A/N: Please review! This is my first fanfic, and I need to know what you guys think… Pwetty pweese?