Disclaimer: This is just a work of Fiction based on the King Arthur Movie ( 2004) I do not own King Arthur or the characters associated. This is my first fanfiction and a place where I can tell stories. Thank you.

It was almost the time of geamhradu, the time of winter, loss, and death. The beautiful earth goddess who had given us the spring and summer was now deceiving us with the loss of beauty and an underworld of white and cold. The coming months have been hard on our clan and myself included. Many people wished to do us harm and conquer over our lands and people had lost, because they lacked the conviction and the rule of no man can be conquered when he wishes to live free. Some though were victorious of their rule and wished to take little of what we actually owned. The Saxons have taken our land and Rome had converted our people. Our roots have been moved but we are still trees, standing tall on our land wherever we go, swaying with whatever tide comes our way.

My name is Lavena and I am of no Saxon or Rome but a Celt. Proud of my being and craft I am the healer to my people. My black raven hair and light ice blue eyes have been cause of what my people call an omen or a message to the gods that I was indeed born to be a healer to my people. I never believed that my appearance could change the fates of the world. They know I have perfected my craft through hereditary lineage and hours of succeeding and failing in the art of botany, melding herb and oils among other things to create cures. The perpetual myth of this omen of my genetic mutation stayed with me, making me one of the most eligible and lucrative woman in my clan. The whispers and many compliments had always talked of my beauty and how strange and intoxicating it could be but in myself I never felt that way. I would rather receive no gaze at all than a gaze of a man. Men perceived me as being property or something to be received as an award. My long limbs and tall frame made it easy to string a bow and shoot it in only a couple of movements. My pale skin glowed constantly as my dark tattoo on my left arm seemed to only want to jump out. It's intricate designs of swirls and runes told the story of my healing and of what I have become. It was one of the most important and defining features that I liked about my own self. The one thing that made me the prize to be won was the intact nature of my maiden head or virginity. Every man wanted to get to know the virgin healer or most famously wanted to get in me. It was never for religious reasons but for pride. I wanted someone who wanted me because the thought of anyone else would destroy them. Maybe I was just a hopeless woman holding onto the little power I had left. But all I wanted was love, the love where death is no longer an obstacle for the soul searches…and never waivers. In my offerings I ask this of Aine, the goddess of love but my sacrifices and praise of her name was all on deaf ears as she laughed at my mortal pursuits. It wasn't until I thought that my normal and unassuming life of a healer was all meant to be, but it seemed to get more complicated than that, much more. Maybe Aine had heard the whispers of my incantations of love and desire.

My days in my clan consisted of taking care of the ill of my people and my father who was an elder in out small community. The years have taken a toll on his body and frame. War and loss makes a man grow old, and sick. I was the light willing to take care of him and heal of his ails even though his body consistently fought back of my will. He was the man that gave me the name Lavena, meaning joy. It was the most honest feeling he had when I was born even though death loomed, taking my mother in the night of childbirth. The only comfort I had was knowing that the gods and goddess needed her in spirit rather than on this earthly realm. Seeing my father was seeing goodness in people, pureness as he took the upmost care for me as a swaddled babe.

"Father!" I called out to him as my long arms hugged him in an embrace.

"My Lavena, how radiant you look. When will you amuse this old man and find someone?" he laughed through his coughs and raspy voice.

"I will when you decide to get better." I noted as I placed my hands on my hips. "I've told you once before, I am fine. Our people need me and how can I be useful if I spend my days with babes in my arms?" I sighed.

"Well, how about Aldar?" he asked as I looked over to the rather large man in one of the black smith round houses. "He is a good man, strong and a good warrior like yourself. He would make you a fine husband."

I wrinkled my nose in reply. "You know well enough father that he's he's…just too serious. Besides, I am no warrior just a healer to my own people."

"Ah no Lavena, I taught you well to shoot a bow from when you were just a small child. You know how to defend yourself. You know you aren't getting younger my daughter."

My mouth fell in disbelief as what could I say? All he wanted for me was to know that I would be safe and taken care of as he did for me. I let out a big sigh and nodded.

"I believe I have some herbs to get before winter takes them all from me. I love you even If you can be insufferable sometimes with your choice of topics" I embraced him as I went out and decided to venture out into the forest to catch my remedies.

The Wind blew hard against my face once more as my cheeks flushed a light pink. I was ready to turn back into my village when I saw a horse in the distance. I was drawn to the mare's beauty like a moth to a fire flame as I dropped the herbs I was carrying and walked deeper within the forest. Our clan had horses but they were not as beautiful as she was, She was light with a pale mane as I saw her a bit more clearly.

"Strange." I called out as I reached closer and closer to her.

Upon my own surprise as I got closer it was revealed to me that a man was slumped over on the back of this beautiful mare. My instincts went up as I ran to see if the stranger was at least alive. He was completely slumped over his beautiful saddle, bloody, his hair matted, and his armor pierced with sword marks and arrows. He had been through something, not that far away either. He looked strong, and his face had hard chiseled like features. He looked to be made from stone. His hair was a heap and matted mess with three braids, his cheeks tattooed or branded with two black marks. He looked important like he belonged anywhere but here. I lift his face with my hands as his eyes looked completely glossed over, he has lost a lot of blood. He then looks to her and tries to speak to me. "W-We lost.." he trails off as he slumps back in his saddle further. He looked more like a beast than of man. Without trying to spook the horse I took it by the reins and tried to calm it down as my efforts to coax her was working. My need to heal him was coursing through my veins, leaving him here would most certainly be death as I decided to take him back to our clan territory.

As I slowly walked out of the forest to out clan territory all sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. One in particular standing out.

"Father is going to kill me." I groaned.