A/N: Haha I know! A new story! Who'da thought?!? :-D I, Kerrie, will write this story while Angie continues to write Shiny and we will both continue to write My Life at the Round Table. Ever since I saw KA I always had this idea about a female knight, I tried some stuff but none seemed to fit. So I put all my ideas (and some of Angie's) together and came up with this. I'm so happy about this story I've already got the whole thing planned out so no long time updates!

Definatly not you're average story, but in my eyes kicks bloody arse! And Angie is ordering me to say that the castrating part belongs to her, for she came up with it, so it's hers, not mine....there.....

Disclaimer: I dunno why they make us do this 'cause i don't own anything, but anyway...I don't own anything...so there

Chapter One:

It had been too many years since she had seen her friends. Too many years since she was forced to leave her true home and too many years of torture and despair. Annabelle was a knight, and by Roman standards was considered one of the best.

It had been eight years to the day since she left the fort of Hadrian's Wall. She was a Sarmatian, one of the many who were forced to be taken away from their home. Of course the Romans came for boys, but since there were none in her village, she was taken in their stead. The Romans, who were not completely stupid, noticed her skill in weaponry and in battle. They were awed that such a small girl could wield two huge swords and still move faster than any other opponent.

Though, Annabelle wasn't exactly that small. She was of a medium height of 5'7''. Her waist length hair she always kept either down or tied up with a string at the back of her head, never plaited. She had inherited her mother's hair color. A unique dark brown, almost black, with small red streaks that were just barely noticeable. Her eyes were just as dark as her hair and it gave her a dark yet beautiful appearance. From her training she had also developed quite a figure. Bors and Gawain would tease her constantly for being beautiful but deadly. Her armor was black, as was her sheaths that she kept her two swords in. She aptly named her horse Shadowboxer, who was a small yet fiery stallion. He, in contrast to her constant black, was grey with darker grey dapples. His mane and tail flowed in the wind as she rode him onto battle fields.

The knight that she had bonded the most was definitely Lancelot. At first they were just friends, living in a mutual relationship as fellow knights. But soon they were secretly meeting to be with one another, for they seemed too uncomfortable to bring their love out in the open. So they kept their visits until after dusk, making sweet love, then one leaving the other at dawn. They flirted with others to make sure that no one suspected their relationship, but soon they just didn't care and started to spend more and more time with each other while in the presence of the other knights. Yes at first they teased, but then they realized that the two lover-birds were indeed in love and left them alone, of course teasing occasionally.

So, because of her skill, she was one of the first assigned to Arthur Castus of Hadrian's Wall. She and many other knights were supposed to defend the Wall and its inhabitants from the native Britons. Over the years many had died but in the end a right many of the original remained. She loved the other knights dearly, especially Arthur for having to put up with her. She and Percival caused a lot of mischief whenever it got to boring, and she and Bors always had drinking challenges at night. It was always amusing about who would win, for they both could hold their ale well.

So many years passed and Annabelle enjoyed her life at the Wall. She had sustained few injuries throughout her service and remained loyal to Arthur. But on one fateful day, news arrived of a terrible sort.

Annabelle's POV

We had just been sent to subdue a band of daring Woads that had crossed over the Wall and had started attacking a small village. It took us four days to reach the almost desecrated town.

"What a bloody mess," stated Bors. We had only served six years of our fifteen year service to the Romans, and I was already counting down the days, months, years until I would be released.

"Well if you had not been so busy drinking your bloody arse off we could have gotten here sooner!" exclaimed Percival. Bors just grumbled and we continued to explore the village.

"Why so silent my Roisin Dubh?" said Lancelot, smirking and turning to me as he did so. I sighed as I heard the all too familiar nickname. It meant "Black Rose" for it referred to my dark hair and eyes.

"There has to be more Woads here. We couldn't possibly have killed them all yet," I whispered.

"What are you talking about? We searched the entire village!" exclaimed Gawain. I just shook my head and looked at Tristan. He nodded at me as if to say my feelings were right. As we were walking down the main street between four large hay wagons, two on each side, I heard a small cough. I whirled around in my saddle but only came face to face with a wagon. A small breeze came through and scattered some of the hay into my hair. It was then that I heard another small cough. I tore out one of my knives and chucked it into the hay. There was a loud scream as my dagger hit its mark. Suddenly, the wagons burst into life as the remaining Woads jumped out of the hay and started attacking us.

One had jumped onto my back, grabbing my throat in its hand. Shadowboxer started twirling as I pulled out the knife hidden on my thigh and rammed it into the Woads stomach. I heard a large squelch and could feel the blood run from his mouth onto my shoulder and face. I yanked my dagger back out and elbowed the man off the back of my horse. I looked around to see that my friends were doing well and I jumped right back into the fray.

We had ordered all the citizens to go into their houses and lock their doors so we did not have to worry about them. The fight lasted only a few minutes since the Woads only had a small number left and were poorly armed. Galahad came out the worst with a big gash on his arm, Dagonet had only a slight slash on his calf and Lancelot had a slash on his left temple. I sighed as I rolled up my sleeves started to get to work.

By now the citizens had heard the commotion and had come out of their huts. They looked around in wonder at all the dead bodies.

"Some one get me some bandages and two bowls of water!" I yelled to no one in particular. A woman disappeared into her hut and returned with the items I requested. I took care of Galahad first.

"Galahad, be a man!" I exclaimed after the fourth time he winced.

"It hurts!" he complained. I sighed and continued wrapping his arm. Dagonet just sat there as I tended to his wound and I went on to Lancelot.

"Hold still will you! Honestly you're worst than Galahad!" I cried.

"How would you like it if someone was holding a burning hot wet rag up to your face huh?" he hissed. I quirked my eyebrow at him.

"Ok maybe it's not exactly burning but it still hurts!" he said. I shook my head and continued to clean his wound. "Here love, if you're going to clean it, you best clean it properly," he said huskily, even while I was tending his wound.

"Lancelot what are you talking about?" I said dramatically, but now with a smile on my face. He just gave me one of his smirks and pulled me into his lap. Not that I minded. I had had a crush on the knight ever since I've met him during training. I sighed and continued my work as he ran his hands up and down my sides.

"That, my Roisin Dubh, is how you clean a wound properly," he smiled.