Hello Everyone this is a new revised version of my story...sorry its taking forever to write this but it usually takes me forever to write lol. Anyways here is my disclamer.

I don't own King Aurthur.

It is always said that when a child is born under a crescent moon the Goddess grants that child one of her special gifts.

I was one of those special children, my gift was of the animal persuasion and after my first cry I had called my tribes horses to me.

This did not surprise my parents in the least, the reason for that is because they had another gifted child. You see I have an older brother and he was gifted with the fighting persuasion. Because of this connection my brother and I have always been close and as a young child I would follow my brothers' shadow and try to mimic in anything that he did.

This made my father laugh and my mother grimace, but my brother took it all in stride and patiencely taught me what he saw fit for a 5 year old. And in return I introduced him to Arite, the she-hawk that I found and cared for, they haven't been apart since then.

As we grew older our father started to teach my brother battle tactics from his time as a Sarmatian Knight. When mother wasn't keeping a close eye on me I would sneak out and hide in the woods to watch my father and brother practice sword fighting.

One day, as I was watching from my hiding spot, I was practicing with a stick when I tripped on a tree root and alerted my father of my presents. My father gave a boastful laugh and decided to indulge me.

So from then on father would teach me my brother and I how to use swords, knives, and bows and arrows and in the next few months I had become so good with the bow that I had surpass my brother. But even then with all the training and the skill that I attained not once did I have the urge to kill anyone, even if I was very good a killing. It was the only thing that my brother and I would fight about.

When my brother was 14 and I was 12, the Romans arrived. Everyone in our tribe knew of the story of our ancestors and the truce they had made with the devils. I knew it was going to happen and I knew that my brother would be the one taken, so when I saw the men in blood red capes riding down the hill my breath came to a shuddering stop. My brother, who was with me, squeezed my shoulder "go Mali, tell father that they are here."

I looked into my brothers brown eyes and nearly cried when I saw how dead they were. "But Tristan" "GO"

I flinched at his harsh voice but did what he asked and ran as fast as I could. When I reached our village and told my father who was coming, all he did was nod his head and gently tells mother to grab his sword and I to get his steed.

We quickly did our duty and we were back to watch as the Romans ride into our village. One Roman with a golden helmet rode up to my father and arrogantly stated "We have come for your sons. Who are the lucky ones."

Father looked at his only son and nodded to him. Tristan walked over to the Romans with his fathers' sword and horse, ready to depart, but the Romans didn't move. The tribe was confused and looked at my father for understanding, he was the only one who could speak their language. Father glared at them and said "you have what you want."

One of the Romans moved his horse forward and shocked everyone when spoke in our native tongue. "The last tribe did not have any sons, or children for that matter, because of this they are no more."

People cried in outrage, but knew that they could not do anything to these Romans for retaliation meant death to their people. "And because the last tribe did not provide we order that you give two instead of one."

Everyone was in shock and angry. They would have fought back if father hadn't silenced them. "The oldest boy besides the one you have is 2 summers old."

The Roman sneered in disgust and turned back to his group. For a few moments they whispered between themselves and ignored everyone. Time stood still for my tribe wondering what child would be taken or worse, they would decide to kill us all. Finally, the Roman rides over to father and asks. "It is said that all Sarmatians learn to fight, is this correct."

Father tensed and glances at mother and I, mother gasps and holds me close. I glanced at her and felt that something was wrong. "This is correct." "Then who is the oldest daughter in your tribe."

My father shook in anger "Mali, she is 12 summers old."

Mother moaned and squeezed me tightly. I knew then that I was not staying with my family and I was leaving my home behind. The Roman nodded "then get her a horse. She comes with us."

My tribe watched in despair as both of my parents packed a small bag for me and placed it on my faithful horse, Usta. Father, with an unsteady hand, handed me a sword, I gave him a puzzled look

"This sword belonged to one of my brother-in-arms. I thought to pass it down to you when you became of age, but the Goddess meant for you to have it now."

Tears traveled down my face and I quickly hugged his strong neck "thank you father, I will use this to protect Tristan and myself"

Father squeezed me tightly then turned away and led my horse outside while I trailed behind them with mother. As I sat atop of Usta mother placed a necklaces, that she always wore, into my hands. "This will protect you my daughter. Never forget who you are and where you come from."

I nodded and kissed the side of her cheek, the Romans decided that they had waited long enough. One Roman grabbed Ustas' reins and moved me towards my brother "we have more to get and less time to do it." and rode up the hill knowing that we would follow them.

When we reached the crest of the hill I was about to glance back when Tristan called my name "don't look back Mali, it will make you weaker."

I gripped my reins and stiffened my spine, I knew then and there that I would somehow make it back home and the only way to do it was to become the knight that the Goddess had wanted me to be. And by Goddess I would do it!

As we made our way across the grassy plains of our homeland we stopped at each village picking up more boys and leave crying mothers behind. Each night it was the same thing; introduce yourself, find wood and food, find a place to sleep, then wake up and ride. The only time the Romans would speak to us was when they had to wake us up then tell us how many days we had left until the ship took us farther from home. Other than that they would leave us alone.

When my brother and I joined the group all the boys had mix feelings about my presence, some thought that it was strange to have a girl in their group, while others knew that my tribe had no choice but to let me go. During those times I would stay close to Tristan and both of us would train together, more in comfort than keeping up with our skills.

I knew it would be a challenge for me, being the only girl in a group of twenty boys but I was prepared for that. What I wasn't prepared was when we reached the final tribe and the Romans brought back another girl.

The first thing I noticed about her was the black as night horse she rode, I quickly connected with the animal and found that his name was Madorga. Though our connection I could feel that he was curious and slightly nervous. I quickly looked at the girl and knew why her horse felt that way, her dark green eyes instantly gave her away.

The girl was very small, maybe about my age or younger, and you could see how she shook with every movement she made. She looked at every boy seeing if she could find a friendly face in the crowed. When she spotted me her eyes changed from terror, surprise, to finally relief. I gave her a small smile and before the Roman could say anything the girl was instantly at my side. My brother chuckled "it seems that you have a shadow following you now."

I shrugged my shoulders then looked at the girl. "What's your name?"

The girl nervously ran her fingers through her black locks and quietly replied "Jillian, but people call me Jilly"

I smiled and squeezed her shoulder "I'm Mali"

Jilly squeezed back then quietly said "I'm glad that im not the only one."

I nodded "Im glad as well"

and the two of us followed the group, both of us glad for not facing this alone, we both knew even before we reached the boats that we would not only be close because we were the only females in a group of males, but we would be warrior sisters protecting each other in an unknown land.

Well I hoped you liked it and keep on reading it :). Please send me reviews! Any type is appreciated!