Disclaimer: I own nothing of King Arthur, you think it would say FANFIC if I did. Oh, and part of it was borrowed from the author of Wolf King, Bridget Woods, so don't sue me on that either.
BE WARNED: May contain profanity, sexual reference, and violence.
Summary: What if five best friends were transported back through time to change the Fate of Arthur and his Knights? Each girl with her own ability to bespeak a specified species of animal, a gift inherited by their ancestors…The Bloodlines of Ireland.
A
thunder of hooves could be heard ringing through the forest, then
around the bend of the old forest path came a black horse. The horse
was pure black, but a closer look revealed that the horse had a white
mane and tail, his rider sat astride him on a English riding saddle
that a person could adjust the stirrups to make it a racing saddle.
The rider herself wore black riding boots, jeans, and a red plaid
flannel shirt. Her long black hair whipped furiously out behind her
as the horse ran flat out, full speed. Soon, four more riders came
around the bend, all riding black horses. The lead rider stopped, the
rest stopping a few feet from her, she turned to them. "Sharra, I
don't know why you do this. You know none of our horses can out
pace Phantom," said Caitlyn, the girl riding Pied Piper and wore a
black shirt that said 'Yoda is my Hero' on the front and black
pants.
"I do it for the fun and exhilaration of the chase,"
Sharra answered, smiling.
Liz the girl wearing a blue shirt that said 'When you feeling blue just think…How would a hamster dance?' and a pair of faded blue jeans was astride a horse named Nazgul. Heather was wearing a black shirt that said 'Come to the Dark Side…We have Cookies!' and a pair of jeans that had holes in the knees, which she put there herself instead of buying them like that, rode RingWraith. And Shea wore a grey shirt that said 'Silent but Deadly!' on the front and on the back said 'POOT!' and had a pair of blue plaid pajama pants, she rode Nightmare. They always spent their free time riding on Sharra's ranch, all were at or around twenty years old but still loved hanging out a lot.
Sharra caught a glimpse of colors out of the corner of her eyes and turned Phantom toward it, there she saw two of her horses. One a piebald Gypsy stallion, who stood 15.3 hands high and answered to the name of Ghost Walker or Ghost for short. The other was a chestnut Arabian who stood 14.2 hands high and was dubbed Native Dancer, but was sometimes called Native. "Dammit, what are they doing out?" Sharra asked, infuriated. "We better get them back," She said as she pulled Phantom along side Native and grabbed the halter right under his chin. Caitlyn grabbed Ghost and started to follow Sharra, knowing not to disturb her when she was angry.
A
ways down the old forest path Sharra noticed that the path curved to
the left and not the right. She halted Phantom confuse. "Did we
take a wrong turn?" She asked.
"No. Why?" answered Caitlyn,
as all the other girls shook their head. As an answer, the horses
grew nervous, as the ground seemed to shift and change beneath their
feet, it went from gravel to a worn dirt path. As if going through a
curtain, their clothes changed and the saddles their horses wore
turned to blankets, the color of the sun. The blanket Native was
wearing lengthened, to where it almost touched the ground, and turned
gold with a white dragon on each side. All the girls now wore a white
tunic that would be down to their knees if they were standing, an
off-white pair of pants, and a pair of mid-calf length rabbit fur
boots. Each tunic had a white dragon embroidered in gold on the
front.
"That
was totally freaky," Heather said, her voice shaking. Sharra didn't
voice her opinion, she too was shaken up.
"Let's go see if we
can find someone to help us. Shea, Caitlyn! Come with me. Heather!
You and Liz take Native and Ghost. Keep us in sight but don't leave
the forest," Sharra instructed.
"Ok," Heather said and
grabbed Native, while Liz grabbed Ghost. Sharra motioned to the other
two and they left the dense forest.
They
rode about a mile out and stopped when they found another path. "Look
riders," Caitlyn said. They turned their horses toward the riders
and headed in their direction at a slow walk, being cautious. The
riders seemed to spot them and came riding at them at an incredible
rate.
"Um…Guys, I don't think they're friendly," Sharra
said, half panicked. They spun the horses about, Phantom half
rearing, and sped off. "You two do a round-about and get back to
Heather and Liz. I'll keep them distracted," Sharra said. Caitlyn
and Shea broke away and not even two seconds later two riders broke
from their pack and followed them.
The riders came up around Sharra. One of the men reached out to grab Phantom's reins, but Phantom was feeling antsy and bit out at his horse. "Phantom, come on! FLY!" Sharra yelled. Phantom heard the urgency in Sharra's voice, his stride lengthened and his pace grew faster, he burst from the pack just as the front rider was about to box her in.
Tristan was shocked that horse could be so evil tempered he could lash out at his own kind because their rider was trying to slow him down. He recovered his horse and was just about to reach out again, just as Lancelot tried to box her in to force the horse to slow, when the horse rocketed from between them. Dagonet exchanged shocked looks with Tristan and Arthur, when Bors hollered out. "She's headed for the gully," he cried. They all halted, their horses hooves sending up sod.
Sharra saw the gulley just as it came up, her heart quickened. "Phantom, I know you can make it! I believe in you!" She yelled. Phantom's feet left the ground and Sharra closed her eyes. When they hit the ground she stopped him, opening her eyes. She turned to Arthur and the Knights and stared at them defiantly. She then set her heels into Phantom's flanks. He reared and gave a defiant whinny then sped off toward the forest to find their friends.
"I
wonder if Gawain and Galahad caught the other two," Bors said.
"Let's go find out," Lancelot said.
"Yes, let's go.
We'll never catch that one anyway," Arthur agreed. They turned
their horses about and started at a trot. Tristan held his arm out
and his hawk landed.
"You want to help us find Gawain and
Galahad?" he questioned. The hawk screeched and flew off. She flew
for a while then started to circle. They came upon Gawain and
Galahad, a kicking and screaming woman was draped over Gawain's
saddle. "You overgrown jackass! What the hell do you think I am,
some sort of cave woman? You wait! When you put me down I'll gouge
your eyes out with a spoon!" Shea's enraged screams came.
"Quiet
woman," Dagonet said. Gawain let her down and they surrounded her.
Shea gave them all lancing stares that would cow a lesser man.
"What
is your purpose here?" Arthur questioned. Shea was shocked as she
answered, her voice had taken a British accent and she had come up
with an answer as if that's what they were really doing.
"Not
that it is any of your business, but we came to find a worth mate for
our king's stallion, The Native Dancer," Shea hissed. Not that
that's what we're really here to do.
"Why did you run
from us?" Arthur asked.
"Well, would you sit there and wait
for a group of riders who are charging full speed at you and look
threatening? Oh, Aye…You probably would sit there and wait for them
to approach you. Then say 'Hello, you look threatening and I
probably should run away but I am such a stupid, numb-witted, and
arrogant male that I will sit here and wait for you to run me down.'
I knew you would not catch our leader, but your stupidity just adds
to the impossibility of you catching her," Shea snapped the answer.
Tristan smiled at the girls' bravery, but looked up when he heard a
shrill and angry whinny. Nightmare stood behind Galahad. His ears
were laid back and his nostrils flared as he stamped his hoof.
"No Nightmare!' Shea said quickly, for she knew that if he had his way there would be someone with a few cracked ribs.
Sharra rode into camp, the others had started a fire and it was dark. Caitlyn got up and walked over to her.
"We have got a couple problems," she said.
"And what are they?" Sharra inquired.
"Our cover story is that we're here to find Native a mate, I don't know how we came up with that and I don't think that's why we're really here. And those bastards who were chasing us caught Shea," Caitlyn stated, angrily. Sharra leaned against Phantom and sighed heavily, stress weighing down on her.
"What is your name, woman?" Dagonet asked, as they sat close to the fire for warmth. Shea stayed away from the group she was mad that they had tied her by the leg to a tree.
"That is confidential information," she replied.
" What in hell is that supposed to mean?" Lancelot half-yelled, annoyed because she had been saying the same thing for about two hours.
"It means, if I tell you I would have to kill you," she replied.
"And why is that?" Galahad asked, sarcastically.
"Because a name makes you more intimate with your enemies, if they know your name it makes it easier for them to hunt you down and kill you. Besides, people must earn the right to know my name," Shea replied, even though she knew he was being sarcastic.
"Well, why not lie?" Gawain asked, confused.
"Because A: I don't lie to people and B: I love my name and wouldn't be called anything else but my name. I definitely wouldn't want you to call me Bridget or something horrible like that," Shea replied.
