AN: hey guys...I haven't been here in a while and I totally forgot what my old account was so...I've decide to create a new one ...and please do take it easy on me...this is actually the first fic I've been working on...anyhow please read and review...any constructive criticism would be good however flames disguised as constructive criticism is NOT....

DISCLAIMER: i don't own anything but the King Arthur DVD that i have and my over active imagination taking form...sight...shame...;p

CHAPTER I

She was floating. Her mind suspended in the air cut off from reality. Peace, that had always evaded her, now opening its arms and embracing her, keeping her safe. If she could just stay there, warm and protected, pain ebbing away from her like snake skin. She knew though that time would find her soon enough, claiming her and thrusting her back to where her body was. At this thought she felt peace slowly depart from her and pain taking over, overwhelming her that she had drawn blood by biting her lips so hard to stop herself from crying out.

Her senses hazily picking up the silent whimpers outside the metal door. The boy was now awake, still alive and with that whimper, still as fearful. She blinked her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Metal chains held her suspended from the floor dislocating one of her shoulders. She had been in this position since forever she thinks. Blood from her legs travel to her toes only to drop to the floor, you can almost hear it. Drip…Drip…Drip…

She tried not to move, hoping it would stop the pain that was consuming her body. Even breathing made her ache. She took a moment to take in all of her injuries. Judging by their severity she deduced that the monks got frustrated again. Which was alike everyday, they would torture her, not get any reaction, any cry, even her eyes were blank and it frustrated them so much that they would wind themselves up just trying to hit her more, hit her harder, still coming to the same conclusion, nothing.

She could hardly recall a day when her body was not in pain; her memories now were like butterflies only fluttering by but never staying to rest much like her consciousness. She never slept fully now, always half aware of her surroundings, the boy and the woman, outside her cell both clinging to their life as well. She remembered them being brought in. She remembered all of those they've brought in. Their cries have never left her until they draw their last breath. It was just the two of them left now. The boy, who thankfully was obedient enough that they did not see the need to torture him as much as his parent were, was now calling out.

"Lady…Lady…" the boy's voice was picking up.

She opened her mouth but only nothingness came out of it. She wanted to silence him; the boy was putting himself in danger by making a ruckus. She still remembered when he was punished for doing the same thing when his parents had crossed the veil. She even heard his bones cracked amidst all the yelling. It was but a week ago. She was sure he was still doing poorly with the injury he sustained and now if the monks were to hear him…he may not be as lucky as to survive it. Thankfully a voice of reason came to pass.

"Hush….Lucan, I'm sure she is well, they left the cell unpleased which means she could very well be alive still." There was hope in her statement yet a tinge of worry still tainted it. She remembered the girl; she came in not but 3 moons ago, she thinks, and hearing the ferocity in her voice as she fought with the guards, she was sure the girl was a woad warrior. The standing unbeknownst to her though.

The boy but let out a small whimper and was now trying to settle back. They both had seen her before mostly at times when the monks go in and out the cell she was in. They would always ask if she was alright every time the monks left but nothing ever came out of it for she never spoke. The woad probably just came to the conclusion that if the monks were still as mad as when they came in when the left then she was still alive…for not too long they would come back again and torture her some more.

They don't exactly know why she was here, well nothing but the things the monks spout out of their mouths, of how she was a monster and that she was to be sacrificed so that her soul can be saved. And since she would not give in and redeem myself, they would sure be coming back in an hour or two, to resume their duties in "freeing" her soul. She was the only one that the constantly and blatantly punished. They even said that she should be thankful for their favor. She was sure she can so easily go on without it though.

She heard the door open and light foot steps had descended the stairs. She knew that it was Fulcina, Marius' wife; she introduced herself once, though outside her cell door. She usually sneaks in when the monks are out to provide the boy and the woman some nourishment. She was thankful that someone at least cared for them. Unfortunately for her though, for the monks had favored her so much that they always locked the heavy metal door before they leave and with them was the key. Her stomach let out a growl in the thought of food being only a few steps away but never really being in her grasp.

The monks never fed her…one did taunt her with water once and she was so thirsty that she forgot about the pain and curled her legs around the mans neck and arm while she was suspended and drank from the bag in his outstretched arm while slowly cutting off the mans air supply… the others found him sprawled on the floor which of course brought another bout of pain.

Fulcina started walking towards the door, she heard her let out a frustrated sigh. Knowing there was nothing she could do to help.

"Lady…" Fulcina called out softly…trying to coax something, anything to ensure she was alive. "I know I've said it before but I will try to do what I can to provide you with nourishment…Please do hang on." With that she went back to the mansion before the monks get back.

Time now was foreign to her as with the others she was sure. It passes longer at times, now however it seemed to arrive in a dash. The monks were back. Some started chanting outside of the cell in front of their makeshift altar. She could vaguely remember what it looked like. She picked up the other monk's footstep as he came towards her cell. The lock's clicking seemed to resonate in her ears. She let her lids drop and tried to breathe evenly as she could with her aching ribs. She could feel the monk move around. He was lighting the torches on the wall. She could feel the heat of it touch her skin and for an instant it felt pleasant, until of course the monk yanked her chains that where bolted to the wall, jarring her body around. She opened her heavy eyes, letting him know she was awake. The pain she was trying to ignore by focusing on being lost in her thoughts and memories came back with retaliation. She stared blankly at him , his lips were moving, making words she was sure, but she did not acknowledging it. She always tuned them out whenever they were yammering.

The monk stopped when he noticed that her blatant dismissal. He went to the table where their instruments lie, pick up a whip and circled her. She felt the first hit and closed her eyes. He pulled back and whipped it again, making marks on her marred back from previous assaults. The pain numbing as the hit continued, knowing this were to happened though, the monk threw alcohol on her wounded back and it took all of her to keep from crying out but it did not stop her body from shuddering from the pain.

Her senses starting to get clouded, she knew if her eyes were open they would fill with dark spots till it overtakes everything and loll her to unconsciousness. She was half awake from the pain. She didn't hear him back out and start to reel in the chains pulling them tightly; almost stretching her as her feet was also in chains that were bolted to the floor. She felt the pull on her shoulder making her open her eyes. It was excruciating that a moan slipped from her lips. The monk continued his ministrations, until all she could feel was a dull ache, her body starting to numb. New wounds had now covered the old ones that have not even fully healed yet. She let her head hung low trying to focus on her breathing, the monks were done and she can feel their frustration as the closed the metal doors again.

She let her body relax and then she felt it, like a blanket slowly wrapping around her making all of her pain and everything else around her disappear. She opened her eyes and saw a wagon, she felt a shift like air sweeping around her and suddenly she was in the wagon where a woad and a boy was being cared for. She couldn't stop the warmth that filled her after all her attempts of keeping the others alive had not been in vain.

She closed her eyes and sighed then she felt another shift much stronger than before, when she opened her eyes she was on an icy lake, a handsome giant running wielding an axe and hacked the ice, then the arrows came piercing his leg, should and chest. She heard the ice break at his last attempt plunging his foes and himself into the lake. She gasped when the next shift came overwhelming her senses when it stopped she looked up at the sky and saw a hawk flying over smoke and blood. Sounds of metal meeting metal and battle cries drew her eyes back to the scene before her. A man was being toyed with by a monstrous giant. Blood now flowed freely in his wounds and he's eyes now looking at the hawk hovering in the sky. The giant swung his sword to ensure death when she felt another shift and saw two swords glimmering when hit buy the sun. A man with black curls swinging about killing efficiently. Another warrior aimed a crossbow, as he smiles at someone, sending a bolt to his chest.

She felt the blanket around her slipping and came to realize that she was staring intently at the metal door. She drew breath and looked around, she was alone in the dungeon like she had always been, and gave out a sigh. She was thankful that the sight didn't come when the monk was with her. She felt the pain slowly claiming her body once again and struggled to keep her breathing even. She doesn't know how long before her visions would come to pass so for now she could just let exhaustion overcome her and lull her to unconsciousness.

Outside the dungeon the wind picks up and sweep over the town towards the south.

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