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Chapter one:
It was a clear, starry night and the moon shone fiercely. The tavern of Hadrian's Wall was alive this night. The Sarmation Knights had come back from another dangerous mission alive. They were going to drink the tavern dry in a joyous celebration. It was truthfully a wonderful night. The wine tasted great, there were a bunch of new women from some strange island, and the knights had little battle. They all sat at a table in the tavern, all with a whore on their lap, and even Tristan had a girl.
Tristan stood up to get himself another goblet of warm wine. As he stood Gawain had pushed him. Having finished off quite a bit of wine, Tristan lost his balance and toppled over into a Roman solider clad in red and making him spill his drink all over himself. The Roman solider having a dislike for the Sarmation Knights, and also having to many goblets of wine turned on Tristan. "Watch were you walk, Pagan," the Roman man bullied. Tristan stood his full height and stared the man down.
" Watch what you say or I may have to cut your tongue out," Tristan terrorized. The Roman solider had really lost his temper at this. No one talks down to a Roman commander especially some pagan. He drew his dagger from his belt and quickly struck out at the dark knight. Tristan having the amazing reflects of a cat he quickly dogged the dagger and grabbed the man's wrist. Tristan had twisted the Roman man's wrist and the dagger fell to the floor with a clatter. Within seconds Tristan had the dagger in his hand and struck the man across the cheek with it. A thin bloodline appeared on the man's cheekbone, he reached up and gently stroke the cut with his worn finger, and as he did it he glared deeply at Tristan. The sound of moving armor echoed through the walls. The guards from atop the wall were coming to investigate the commotion, the solider looked at the stairs and then back at Tristan.
"I'll get you back for this," the Roman growled as he walked away. Tristan glared at the man's retreating back. The silence was broken with an explosion of whispering and people going back to doing whatever they were doing. Tristan slowly shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and walked over to one of the barmaids and asked for another drink. She nodded her head in understanding and took his mug and was off again. Tristan turned around and strolled back to the table were the knights sat, he flopped down on his seat. The girl that was on his lap before quickly retook her place.
"So stealthy," she purred in Tristan's ear and started to place kisses on his lips, face, and neck.
"Well we should turn in for the night, long day tomorrow," Bors lied and winked at Tristan. Vanora and three of the little bastards sat on Bor's lap. Tristan put his famous smirk upon his usual emotionless face and stood up.
"Well see you all in the morning," Tristan nodded to each of them, him and the whore went to his room.
Next morning…Tristan slowly rolled over in his bed, the whore must of left sometime during the night. Tristan mentally kicked himself for drinking so much the night before. He defiantly was feeling that morning, his mouth was dry, he had throbbing pain in his head, and his stomach had a weak feeling. He slowly got out of bed and put his pants on and walked over to the water basin in his room. He splashed some luke warm water onto his face. Grabbing the towel to dry his face and hands he looked into the mirror. It was a large mirror to show your whole image. Tristan looked himself over in the mirror he had a scar on his shoulder, were a arrow hit him, a scar on his abdomen from a sword wound, and a scar by his collarbone from another sword wound, but that one wasn't as deep. He finished getting dressed and headed outside. The sky was an orange, pink, and purple color from the sunrise; a white mist flowed over the green vast rolling hills of the land. Tristan heard someone coming up behind him, he put his hand on one of his white handled throwing knifes.
"I heard about your little fight with that Roman commander in the tavern last night," said a voice from behind Tristan. Tristan knew that voice all to well; it was his commanding officer, Arthur. He should have know that it would be Arthur, no one else was usually up at this hour, and no one knew Tristan's favorite sitting spot but Arthur. He turned around to face his commander.
"Who told you about this," Tristan question, arching his eyebrows at Arthur.
"Jols, told me," replied Arthur. The first word that came to Tristan's mind was snitch. Its not that Tristan never liked the squarer, he was very good man. Tristan's thoughts were interrupted when Arthur continued his sentence. " I just hope that he doesn't try and start something, same goes for you too," Arthur questioned.
"If he does I'll be ready for him," Tristan said with a gleam in his eyes.
"No!" Arthur barked, " If he does I well be the one to deal with him," Arthur continued starting Tristan straight in the eyes. Tristan didn't agree but he just keep his mouth shut. An interesting thought crossed Tristan's mind.
"So are we free men yet, Arthur?" asked Tristan. At this question Arthur looked down at the floor. He looked back up from the floor to Tristan's face. Tristan's usual emotionless face had a look of pleading hope.
"No," Arthur sighted, " we still have one last mission to do then you're all free men," Arthur continued with a fake smile.
"What is this mission and when do we move out," Tristan asked curiously.
"We must save an Roman family from the depts of Woad's country," responded Arthur, " We leave as soon as everyone is ready," Arthur furthered.
" The other knights aren't going to be happy about this," stated Tristan. Arthur slowly nodded his head in agreement. Arthur left Tristan starring out at the landscape alone. After a few minutes Tristan decided to eat, saddle his horse, and get his gear ready to go.
Arthur notes: Hello thanks for reading and this is my first fiction. Please give me hint if need and don't flame too much please.