'I call for a meeting!' said Arthur. 'A meeting of the round table.'
All the knights rushed to the great hall and took their seat. Arthur rose and looked at his knights.
'My friends, it seems that a shadow has been cast upon Camelot. More precisely, on a small village called Gaerlion. It has come to my attention that a few days ago, this village was attacked by group of warriors. We will go there and look for survivors. If there are any, our duty is to help them rebuild everything they have seen destroyed.'
'But Sire, do we need to be as much as this only for a group of bandits?' asked Leon.
'I believe so. I very much fear that it is Morgana who has planned this attack. We ride at first light. Meeting dismissed.'
When they arrived at Gaerlion, all they could see was destruction. The knights dismounted and some quickly started to search for survivors while others gave the dead a proper burial. After a few hours, having found nothing, the men mounted their horses and started to make their way back to Camelot. When the night fell, the king gave the order to set camp.
'I will have a few men coming with me to make sure the place is safe. Merlin, Gwaine, Elyan and Percival, with me.' said Arthur.
The small group of men circled the camp and, realising everything was normal, slowly made their way to the camp.
'Arthur!' called Merlin.
'What is it Merlin? Are you scared?'
'No, but I think I saw someone running.'
There was indeed a figure running in the woods, trying to escape without being seen. The knights unsheathed their swords and followed the shadow. They ran for a few minutes and finally cornered the person.
'Show yourself.' commanded Arthur.
The figure removed her hood and long blonde locks fell on the girl's shoulders. She was beautiful. She had skin as pale as winter and eyes as green and warm as summer.
'My King.' said the girl, bowing.
'What is your name girl?' asked Gwaine.
'I am Sandrine, my lord.'
