The women with many names: Tani, Tania, Tatianna

by Meg-Alice

This is a King Arthur Fanfiction based on Tania and her friends (OFC) who joins the Knights and Arthur after Badon Hill. In my universe, all knights are alive and this story follows Tania and how her appearance at the Fort effects the lives of everyone there. The main pairing is Lancelot/OFC, however it follows all of the knights and the development of their lives too.

1. Chapter 1

The women with many names: Tani, Tania, Tatianna.

Hi! So this is my first ever fanfic! I used to swear i would never be bold enough to write one but here we are! I have been inspired by all the other writers in the fandom and decided to be brave, so please be kind. However if you get annoyed by historical inaccuracy, then this may not be the fic for you. I will try my best but i cannot make any promises. In this version all nights are alive and well and it is set after the battle of Badon Hill.

Disclaimer: I dont own any rights to the movie of King Arthur, however i do own Tania and the other unknown characters.

Enjoy...

Chapter 1

A young girl, no more than 8 summers old, took up her usual seat by the roaring fire and looked towards the silent figure in the corner expectantly. He had promised. Every year he had promised that when she was old enough she would hear the stories. The stories of her mother, the stories of her family, the stories that explained how she came to sit here today gazing up and waiting for the legends that were notorious the world over, waiting to hear how destiny and true love had triumphed in the end.

He couldn't help but smile. After all, every year for 8 years, she had sat by the fire, her auburn hair dancing in the firelight as if it was mirroring its every move. She was her mother's daughter that was for sure, the fire in her hair matched the fire in her heart. The defiance in her eyes challenging him to turn her down for yet another year and leave the stories untold. She was trying to be patient and respectful but alas he knew that at any moment she would ask: 'Tell me about my mother, tell me about her and the Knights of the Round Table, tell me about how they met, tell me why they are inseparable and last of all tell me how they changed the world like people say that they did?' And so with one resigning breath he moved to settle on the carpet next to her and began his tale.