This is my first fanfiction and I would really appreciate any reviews/flames or general opinions! Enjoy!
Dedicated to Mary, who insisted I named the charaters after us. You can now see how I really envision you!
Disclaimer: I only own the characters that obviously do not belong in the motion picture King Arthur.
Chapter 1
The moon shone like a beacon above the girls' heads as they crouched low to the forest floor in an attempt to remain unseen.
"Stupid bloody light! It's going to get us killed one day!" Mary tried to ignore her sisters harsh whisper in her ear and instead, focused on listening out for any sign of an attack from the surrounding forest.
"Meadhbh, if you cant be silent it will be your voice that gets us killed!!" Although Mary disagreed with speaking at all while travelling at night, she needed to make sure her sister shut up for the rest of the dark hours.
Sneaking a quick glance over at her sister's profile, she saw the determined jaw stiffen, but remain silent. Smothering a grin at Meadhbh's obvious bull-headedness, Mary returned to the task at hand. Stopping their progress for a minute, she held up her hand to signal to her sister to halt behind the nearest bush, so they could analyse their current situation.
As she brought up her fist, her action was stopped by a sharp gasp coming from Meadhbh. "What the --" Mary had her mouth clamped shut by the other woman's hand, cutting her off and she was non too happy about it. Ready to retaliate to her sister's childish games, she turned to shoot daggers with her eyes, when she caught Meadhbh's expression.
Her twin sister was completely wide-eyed and her hand had begun to shake against Mary's mouth in fear. Turning to see what she was looking at, she caught sight of a very large intimidating horse, standing next to an equally large and intimidating man, carrying an axe.
Fortunately the man in question had his back to them for the moment. He was fiddling with the numerous pouches that hung off his saddle, he then pulled out a rag and covered it with some sort of cream from one of the cloth bags. Mary quickly tried to form a plan to get them away from him, as silently and as fast as poss ---
A huge crack resounded through the forest, cutting off Mary's inner debate. The twins stiffened and crouched even lower, while discreetly looking around for the source of the noise. The big man, who hadn't even flinched, slowly turned towards them. He had his axe in one hand and the rag in the other. He was polishing his axe! Mary swallowed. Hard.
She closed her eyes shut in fear, hoping that the big man would have mercy and use his axe to end her life quick. But with the thought of leaving her twin behind to be enslaved or worse… Mary opened her eyes again determined to fight. As she began to stir from her space, the hand that was still clamped around her mouth tightened in a subtle warning.
She turned to stare at her sister again, only to discover that her sister had not moved and still stared ahead. Not even a flinch marred her perfectly still position, nothing to give away their hiding place.
"Tris, you are going to need to attempt something a little less obvious if you want to flush out the prey." Mary resisted the urge to run in the opposite direction, away from this huge man with the big body, big voice, big axe… this man left nothing to the imagination.
His booming voice seemed to echo through the empty forest, long after the speaker had silenced himself. Staring in awe at this bear of a man, it briefly occurred to her that she should be attempting to locate this "Tris". Maybe he was a threat. But her mind could not sway from this man cloaked in darkeness. At the promise held in the deep timbre of his voice.
"Well you may not see the prey… But I can smell them." Mary suppressed a groan as this last whisper did not come from her secret bear, but from a darker voice. Whispering directly into her ear.
She had not heard him coming.
With a speed like no other, Meadhbh had jumped up and with dagger in hand, held a predatory stance, standing above her sister protectively. Mary could only blink at the sheer speed in which her sister moved. She had never become used to her twin's ability to fight and as said twin began to snarl like a rabid dog, Mary did all in her power not to laugh at this ridiculous moment. She was a healer! Not an assassin!
She barely resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Bloody typical.