There have been many stories told to children about Destiny. No one ever realizes what Destiny is until it happens. This is a story of one such individual who just happens to change the course of history, forever.
Chapter One
Year: 2006
It was a bright and sunny day, according to everyone else, but there was individual who didn't seem to see it that way. Lyndsey was a college student just like everyone else. She would go to school everyday and sit through boring lectures about nothing important. Sure they were important, for a person who wanted to make lots of money some day. Lyndsey didn't care about all of that. She wanted to learn about history, such as the Medieval Times and the Dark Ages. Most of her interest was in the Dark Ages. She loved to learn about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. After seeing the movie she was enthralled with it. She always wandered what it would be like to actually live in that time era.
One day, as Lyndsey was driving to school, she remembered that she had forgotten her books for class. As she did a legal U-Turn, she didn't see the semi-truck run the red light. All she remembered was a horn and then total darkness.
By 300 AD, the Roman Empire extended from Arabia to Britain, but they wanted more. More land, more peoples loyal and subservient to Rome. But no people so important as the powerful Sarmatians to the east. Thousands died on that field. And when the smoke cleared on the fourth day, the only Sarmatian soldiers left alive were members of the decimated but legendary cavalry. The Romans, impressed by their bravery and horsemanship, spared their lives. In exchange, these warriors were incorporated into the Roman military. Better they had died that day. For the second part of the bargain they struck indebted not only themselves…but also their sons, and their sons, and so on, to serve the empire as knights.
Year: 464
It had been 12 years since that fateful day when they had been taken from their homes, 12 years of killing and trying to stay alive to do their duty for a cause not their own.
Arthur and his knights were on their way back from a battle with the woads. Woads had been attacking villagers for no apparent reason. Of course the knights didn't know the true reason behind the attacks, only Merlin.
They were joking and playing around as usual. Bors was talking about going home to his 8 bastard children. He wouldn't admit it, but he loved them to a tee, and would never let anything happen to them or Vanora. Gawain of course was talking about finding a beautiful woman to wed, Galahad was enjoying the talk between the two, Dagonet was keeping watch, making sure everything was okay, Lancelot and Arthur were chatting about nothing important, and Tristan was keeping to himself, like he normally did. No one would ever question him about why he was silent so much, they just new that he did his duty, and that's all he needed to do.
Everything seemed to be perfect until they saw something strange lying ahead on the ground. They couldn't quite make out what it was, but they decided to proceed with caution, just in case it was a trap. They never would have guessed what they had found, and they wished they hadn't.
Lyndsey woke with the most horrible hangover she had ever experienced. Even when she got drunk, she never got a headache like this. When she finally got her bearings she began looking around and couldn't believe what she saw. Land, as far as you could see, greener than you could imagine, was spread out in front of her like the ocean. She was so confused as to how she got here she didn't hear the footsteps come up behind her.
"Well, well, well, look what we got here."
Lyndsey immediately froze. Never in her life was she scared but this moment proved to be her first. She slowly turned around and saw a man that she would never have described as living in 2006. He had long blonde hair, natty with leaves and things in it. He had clothes that were torn and blood stained. He looked like a warrior from the Dark Ages. His friend wasn't any better. He had the same clothes, but was bigger and hadbrown hair. They both had missing teeth and smelled worse than a pig farm. Lyndsey didn't know what to do. She stood there looking like an idiot. Of course she wasn't one because she didn't know where she was or what was even going on. The two men began walking towards her and she was frozen to her spot. For some reason she couldn't move. She began to panic and once she found her footing she took off. Unfortunately she wasn't fast enough and they had caught up to her.
"Now girly, just relax, we wont hurt you, yet." said the blonde man.
Both men began laughing. Lyndsey didn't know what to do so she began crying. Both men grew tired of her crying so they intended to shut her up. Not the normal way by comforting the person, but by beating them senseless until they pass out. Lyndsey couldn't help but scream until her voice grew weary. Never in her life had she been violated like these men were doing to her. She would always hear on the radio about how men would beat and then rape a girl for no reason. She never would have thought it would happen to her. But low and behold, here she was, lying on the ground, skirt up to her waist with the smelly blonde man looking at her like she was a piece of meat.
"You sure are a pretty little thing aint ya." said the blonde man.
"Please just leave me alone, I didn't do anything." cried Lyndsey.
"Unfortunately we can't do that darlin', see we have been on the road an awful long time and haven't had a women in years, so if you could, just be quite and it will be all over soon."
The next thing she new, she was beaten repeatedly until she couldn't even move her own hand. So she lay there excepting everything that was thrown at her. Once they were done, they left her there for the birds to pick at. Before Lyndsey could let the darkness claim her, she heard hoof beats from afar. She turned her head to see 7 riders coming towards her. Then blackness.
As the knights approached, they were never prepared for what they would see. Lying on the ground was a girl no more than 22 years old. She had blonde hair that went to her shoulders, and was wearing clothes that they had never seen before. She had on a pink peasant dress, a black tank top, a black zip up jacket, and black boots. Her skirt was round around her knees and they could see blood trailing down her legs. They all looked at each other and instantly knew what had happened. Tristan got down from his horse and inspected her, followed by Dagonet. When Tristan approached, he couldn't even look at her face because of all the bruises and cuts, but he sucked it up and checked on the girl. He found a pulse and instantly told Dagonet to help her. Tristan didn't know why he was acting this way. He usually would have left her there, but something about the way she was dressed intrigued him and he wanted to know more.
As Dagonet was checking her, her eyes began to open, and Tristan noticed they were a dark brown, just like his, but hers seemed to go on forever.
"We need to get her to the wall immediately." yelled Dagonet, "She will survive but if we don't get there soon she may not make it."
Arthur seemed to think about it and agreed.
"Tristan, take her with you, your horse is more suitable for two people and is faster. Ride and do not stop whatever you do." said Arthur.
Tristan nodded and wrapped the girl up in his cloak. He climbed on his horse and Dagonet handed her to him. He situated her in front of him and took off, not stopping once. Something about this girl intrigued him, and if he wanted to find out more, she had to live.
Tristan waited patiently for days seeing when she would wake up. He would sit with her at night, and watch her as she slept. She looked like an angel.
2 days later, Lyndsey opened her eyes and had a searing headache. Immediately she remembered what had happened and shot up ought of bed. She began looking around anxiously wondering where she was at now. She noticed she was in a room that was prettybare. It had little furniture and a fireplace. The fire was blazing and it filled the room with a nice comfort. As she looked around she noticed someone sitting in a chair right next to the bed. How she had missed him, she didn't know. As she walked over she started to notice little things about him. How his hair lay in his face and was braided. And just underneath were two tattoos on his cheeks. No doubt he was handsome. As she neared him,his eyes shot open and stared at her. As she looked in his eyes, she immediately forgot everything. Something about his eyes soothed her, and intrigued her at the same time.
"You shouldn't be ought of bed." said Tristan, "Your still injured." He saw the recognition of what happened in her eyes and she started crying.
"My God what has happened to me!" cried Lyndsey.
She fell into a heap onto the floor and cried. Tristan didn't know what to do. He never had to deal with this kind of thing before. He didn't know how to comfort someone. It just wasn't him. He killed people, for a living. He wasn't a sensitive man. He swallowed his pride and picked her up off of the floor. He placed her on the bed and waited until she fell asleep. As he lay there, he began to feel something he never felt before. Having her in his arms made him realize that maybe falling in love wasn't such a bad thing. He then scolded himself for thinking that. Although he couldn't deny the feelings inside of him, and to tell you the truth, he liked it.