AN: This is a new story that I thought up yesterday. It features Tristan and the knights of King Arthur in the time when they're stationed at Hadrian's Wall.

My Beta reader is krazigal2004.

I own nothing in this story but the girl. The rest belongs to the people who created the movie King Arthur.

Chapter I

Bang. Bang. Bang. The knock at the door startled him. He wasn't used to people having the nerve to knock on his door. Storming over to the door, he yanked it open, startling the person on the other side. Seeing who it was, he gave a groan.

"What do you want, pipsqueak? Make it quick or I'll just kill you for pleasure." Tristan growled at the person – Galahad.

"Arthur is calling a meeting. Round Table, thirty minutes. He said that you have to be there. He won't accept excuses anymore." With that said, Galahad quickly turned around and high-tailed it away.

Grumbling about men needing to get a life other than to torment him, Trisan closed the door and gathered his stuff. Knives, sword, and bow. After the meeting, he was going to do some practicing. He was in the mood for some target practicing, preferably with a young knight with a whiny attitude as the target. Either him or the curly haired ladies man.

Trinity was nervous. Having just gotten into Briton, she was unsure as to her reception. She wondered if her brother would recognize her. Though she highly doubted it, she was very little when the Romans took him. Or if he was even alive.

Hearing a commotion, she looked up and met the eyes of the Roman Commander, Arthur Castus.

"Hello, Lady. How may I help you?" He asked.

"I am here for two reasons. One of them is to become a knight." She started, but seeing the look on his face, she hurriedly explained, "I am a trained Sarmatian warrior, sir. I was trained by my father in the use of the sword."

"Alright. We could work something out. Now, the second reason is?" Arthur asked, putting the thought away to discuss with his knights in their meeting that will take place in ten minutes.

"The second reason is that I'm looking for my brother. He was taken away from our village when I was six." Trinity told him.

"Alright, I might be able to help there. Who is your brother?" He asked.

It took a while for Trinity to work up the courage to think her older brother's name out loud.

"Lancelot."