Full Summary: Arthur and his knights, the legendary warriors of Samartia, the fighters or Briton, they had no always been the original seven. There had been one more, Liliana, half sister to Arthur, sister in arms and in spirit to the knights, and true love to Lancelot. One year before the events of Brandon Hill, the knights were out on a mission riding east along the wall. That was the last time they saw her for a year.

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This is more of a history chapter…you get to see Liliana's biography and how things came to be…not much…bear with me…this chapter and maybe the next will be told in a character's 3rd person point of view until I get the story where I need it to be, then I'll try to keep most of the story in Liliana's 1st person unless I need other memories or thoughts. Maybe………..

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"One more year of this bloody saving Roman arses and I'll be living like a king." Bors avowed. The Knight's laughed at Bors obvious distaste for Rome and all they stood for.

"All hail the King of the dim witted!" jested Liliana riding up along side Bors, hailing with her hands in his direction, her long dirty blonde hair coming lose from the pony tail and braids she wore. The Knight's all laughed at the banter. Arthur smirked form his position at the head of their small group at his younger half sister.

Arthur woke up in a cold sweat. He had been having those dreams for quite a long time now. Right now they were on a mission to save a family north of Hadrian's Wall, and they were only a few hours away from there, where they had set up camp the night before. He began packing up his things, readying his horse, and waking the other knights when his thoughts drifted back to Liliana.

He could still remember her as a child, begging him to teach her how to wield a sword. 'Please Arthur! The other girls say I cannot play with them! They think me too rough'. He gave in finally when she was 10 and he was just 16, still learning himself, but with the help of Lancelet they taught and trained her. His sister learned quickly for such a young age.

She was his half sister although he never looked at her that way. He was half Roman and half Briton, while his sister was all Briton. He never knew who the father was, only his mother and Liliana knew and he never pressed to know. She looked like their mother, but he could see the differences in her face and body that must have come from her father. Their mother had always been a petite woman, barely skin and bones while Liliana was on the small side, but a more muscled build. She could move with the utmost grace on and off the battlefield which was to the dismay of any of her enemies. Her face was pleasing to the eye but she was not considered a beauty to many but when she laughed or smiled her face lit up. The knights all considered her beautiful in her own way, Lancelot and Arthur more so. Her piercing green eyes were the same as his own, a gift from their mother. Many of the knights had said when they both stared at you it was like they searched your soul.

He remembered when his village was attacked when he was only 9 years old. When the fire consumed the house he thought his mother and 4 year old baby sister were gone. Racing inside but jumping through the back window, he found Liliana screaming and searching for a way out. From then on they had stuck together. When he had been brought in to be the training to become a commander and a knight he brought her with him. After his training sessions were over he would instruct her in what he had learned that day. His teacher had found out and decided she should join them, not bringing up the age differences.

She trained with them and became a knight when her brother assumed the role of commander. There were a few old fashioned knights who were disgusted with the fact that a woman would be held at the same standards as they, but were quickly silenced by either his or Lancelot's swords. He remembered how close he and Lancelot were with Liliana. She could get away with anything with them and soon she was able to get away with anything with any of the other knights. She could have committed the most heinous act of treason and they all would have stood beside her stating she must have had a good basis for it.

He then remembered that fateful journey that lost him his sister, and the knight's friend.

The Knights were riding along the wall to a Roman senator's estate which had recently been having trouble with Woad attacks. They had been traveling for three days in the freezing cold. Liliana had gotten extremely unwell from wearing wet clothing and they stopped at a nearby village to see if they had any herbs. They left her there to recover with another one of their older knights Galen, who too had taken ill. They rode on promising to ride back through the village after they had taken care of the problem at the estate. When they had finished they were rising back when Tristan galloped up to them shouting the village had been ransacked and destroyed with no clue to the whereabouts of Liliana. Galen was found dead as were many others. Liliana's body was no where to be found, and no trace of where they had been. The arrows protruding from victim's backs informed the knights of a Woad attack.

The knights had been devastated by this. When they arrived back to the fort Bors had simply gone to inform Vanora, who was the girls closest and only woman friend and he then went to the tavern to drink away his sadness. A few more cups of wine later and he lay passed out on the table, while a distressed Vanora looked after him.

Gawain and Galahad also drank their fill and began to sit and mope around the tavern. Vanora and the other barmaids could barely take it anymore and sent them back to their chambers where they were heard arguing over the most trivial things.

Dagonet and Tristan were the quiet mourners. They had bypassed the tavern and went to the training arena where the practiced and sharpened their weapons. They barely spoke a word the rest of the day and retired early to their chambers.

Arthur remembered how Lancelot and he went to the round room and simply sat there, both lost in their own thoughts. Lancelot and he both had wine in their hands, but both seemed unable to drink their fill. Himself thinking of how he failed his sister, and Lancelot thinking of his not so brotherly feelings towards her, his feelings on her now apparent at the way he felt like his heart had been ripped from his chest. For a month after if anyone dared speak to the knights they were met with a snippy remark or simply none at all.

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He was broken from his revere by Lancelot's hand in front of his face. "I didn't know where you were for a time there, like you were in another world. Talking to your God?"

"No. I was thinking of another time, another place," was Lancelot's reply. Lancelot knew he was thinking of Liliana. His thoughts had been on her lately, his dour disposition as of late the proof of that.

"Well at any rate we are ready to move out."

"Very well." Lancelot was rather concerned about his commander's aloof responses.

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"Arthur we have no time. Can't you hear the drums?!" Lancelot was pleading with Arthur now. Why was he being so silly over a wall? None the less he followed him down into the hole, keeping an eye on the eerie monks that went in with them. What he saw made his stomach clench.

Death. Death was everywhere. The stench was so horrible he barely could keep his last meal from rising up and making an appearance.

He felt a hand grab his arm and turned to see a dirty looking monk looking extremely put out.

"How dare you set foot in this holy place!" he yelled at Lancelot. Without another thought he took one of his swords out and stabbed it thought the monks abdomen.

Another monk came up to him angrily shouting," There was a man of God!"

Lancelot swiftly turned to him pointing a finger in his face and shouting, "Not my

god!"

Gawain threatened another monk to make a move to stop them and see what happens.

"Arthur!" Dagonet shouted.

The knights all turned to see Dag pull a young boy of about 6 from a hole. Arthur looks over and beckoned Lancelot over to help him, he pointed inside a cell they hadn't checked and they both leaned over. Inside were two women from the looks of them. Lancelot saw that one was sitting upright and glaring at them, while the other was resting her head on the first's lap. Arthur handed Lancelot the torch as he swung his blade to break the chain. Arthur reached inside and pulled out one of the girls and began walking swiftly as he could out of there, leaving Lancelot to get the other.

He looked inside to see that she was now half sitting up with a dazed look on her face. Her eyes were swollen shut with bruises and her body was covered in blood and dirt. He reached his hand inside and pulled her out and picked her up into his arms. He then also began running outside to get her out of that horrible place.

He laid her on the ground and screamed, "Get me water now!"

"They are Woads." Tristan stated from his perch on his horse, but Lancelot wasn't looking at him. He was concentrating on getting the girl in his arms to get water down her throat. He could see her eyes open a crack and try to make out his form. He was staring intently as her, rubbing circles on her arms in a comforting manner. His gaze was shifter when he saw that Marius was coming towards them, the girl in his arms whimpered and cling to his shirt tighter. He held her fast and murmured, "He will not touch you with me here."

That seemed to have comforted her a bit until she heard Maruis' voice.

"Stop what you are doing!" he shouted. Lancelot looked down to where the girl in his arms jumped slightly. Lancelot again began rubbing her arms and feeding her water while paying attention to the scene happening before him.

Anger radiated off of Arthur as he stood up, hand on his hilt," What is this madness?!"

"They are all pagans here!"

"So are we." was Galahad's reply from atop his horse.

"They refuse to do the task God has sent for them! They must die as an example!" a furious Marius yelled, his fat face turning an outlandish plum color.

Lancelot paid not attention to the rest of the argument. He was busying himself with cleaning off the woman's face with the left over water. As he wiped along her features he noticed a familiar bone structure. He simply brushed it off as a mere coincidence. As he began to dab around her eyes, he genteelly as he could opened them a bit wider to get all the grime and blood out of the swollen crease, her eyes watered and blinked diminutively as they got used to being in the light. When her eyes finally adjusted he regained his task of cleaning her eyes. As her eyes were gradually held open more he could see that the ought to be whites of her eyes, were blood shot and bright red, but her iris was as emerald as another person in his acquaintance. He peered deeper into her eyes noticing she was doing the same to him. Suddenly her eyes grew wide as they could with her current condition as her raspy voice uttered a single word.

"La-La-Lancelot?"

"Gods above, Liliana? Is that really you?" He barely managed to get that much out before she promptly fell unconscious in his arms.

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I need reviews to help me to decide whether I should continue this or just forget about it…also if I do continue…stay in 3rd person or should I switch to Liliana's 1st person point of view form now on?

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