Disclaimer: I do not own King Arthur or anything that has to do with it. I do, however, own the OC and the plot.
Plot: TristanxOC. As the Sarmatian knights take a rest after long months out in the wilderness, they come across a surprise in the woods.
A/N: I do not appreciate flames. I will take criticism, but flames are just low. Please just read through it, dredge even if you have to, and if you don't like it, don't review it. Not everyone is going to like everything. (This stems from a review I got on another King Arthur fan fiction I wrote, where the person flamed me horribly.) Love you all.
Arthur and the knights sit around a campfire, bickering among themselves. Bors and Lancelot are arguing over whether or not one of Bors' children are Lancelot's, with Gawain laughing at them. Arthur is cleaning his sword, having a limited conversation with Dagonet and Galahad. Suddenly Bors gets quiet and walks away to go take a bathroom break, while Gawain laughs so hard he almost starts to cry. Arthur shakes his head, and turns around as he hears someone walk up behind him. Noticing that it is Tristan, he smirks, realising that the only reason he heard him was because he wanted him to. Tristan squats next to Arthur, watching the other knights verbally fence with each other.
"We've got a ghost following us, Arthur." When Arthur looks at him in concern, Tristan just shrugs. He stands up and walks back into the forest, making no noise as he moves. After fifteen minutes of anxious waiting on the part of the knights, Tristan comes back, throwing a small woman beside the fire. The woman is wearing a dirty, ripped dress, and she herself is dirty and scraped. She looks up at Arthur, then at the rest of the knights, a feral expression in her eyes. She draws her lips over her teeth and snarls, ice blue eyes searching for a way out. Tristan walks over to her, completely calm, and grabs a handful of her long white-blonde hair, pulling her into a squatting position. He takes out his sword and places it at her neck, looking towards Arthur.
"Been trailing us for the last few miles. What should I do with her?" He waits for an answer with an unnatural calm as Arthur's mind races. The girl is only about fifteen…she can't do us much harm. Arthur makes a subtle hand gesture, and Tristan sighs, sheathing his sword. The rest of the knights are now staring at the trio with piqued interests. Tristan, still with a fistful of the girl's hair, drags her over to a tree and takes a small piece of rope, tying her to the tree. He squats down, taking her chin in his hand. Turning her head this way and that, he smiles as he notices that her eyes stay focused on him, even as her head moves. He lets her go, and stands up, just as she spits in his direction. Tristan sighs deeply, and strikes her square in the jaw, causing her to fall into unconsciousness. He stalks back to the group, wiping the spit off of his face, then sits on a log.
"Animal." is all he snarls, as he draws his sword to clean it. Gawain looks in his direction, and smiles.
"So are you, Tristan." Tristan pauses in the act of cleaning his sword, then starts up again. A strange expression crosses his face; the most human expression they have ever seen him wear.
"This is true."
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~ xoxo, Ryuu