I threw my left blade up, stopping another of Helios' soldiers bringing their sword down on me to deliver the kill and I plunged my right knife into his abdomen. The knight let out a cry of pain, the strength of his sword on my knife weakening and I retracted my the blade from his body and he fell to the ground. Whether he was dead, or dying, I didn't care and turned on the next soldier that was coming for me.

They just kept on coming, the endless tide of Helios' men fighting the knights that had sworn to throw down their lives to protect me. Their Queen. To defend Camelot. But as we battled for our very lives in the thrown room after retreating back into the castle, I knew that we weren't going to last much longer against our enemies. Their numbers were to great and many of Camelots knights had fallen due to the element of surprise and those remaining would too soon fall.

Even though I was sweating madly inside my armour and every muscle was crying out for rest from the battle that went long into the night I knew that if I paused for a moment to catch my breath the soldiers would not hesitate to take the their chance to go all in to cut me down.

I slayed my next foe easily as I dodged his thrust and drove steel coated in warm blood into the side of his chest, under the arm where the armour was weakest, far enough to pierce through his heart and he fell when withdrew, but as I did so something smashed against the side of my helm, and even though it had taken most of the impact, pain shot through my head as I was sent to the ground, my right knife leaving my hand, but I had, however, managed to hold onto my left blade. Dazed, I begun to quickly pick myself up, but a foot was planted onto by bosom, sending me back down and felt another on the fingers of my gauntlet, wrapped around my knife, crushing them and grunted in pain as I stared through my visor at the soldier that was sneering down at me, holding a black Kite shield, and his Longsword up to bring down.

"Goodbye, Arthuria Pendragon," he hissed delightfully and I braced myself for the final blow, but then the sharp tip of a sword covered in gore protruded from the the soldiers head, slicing right between both his eyes, and blood began trickling down his face and the mans jaw opened slightly as if in surprise and as the blade was pulled out from the back of his head the dead man toppled to the side and saw that it was my older half sister, Morgause, that had come to my aid, her helm no longer on her head, her blond hair flowing freely.

The older women's steel armour was as beat up as my own. Heavily dented in all areas from swords and hammers as Helios' men tried to cut us down, but the dragon on her own chest hadn't a slit through it that a soldier had pierced me with when he had grabbed me from behind when we had been fighting out in the courtyard and had dug a small knife through my armour, the sharp blade piercing through the steel and if it wasn't for the hilt, the blade would've run all the way through and I had got away with the tip of the blade just jetting into my sternum, the side of it grazing my left breast. I managed to overcome the man though and slay him and take out the knife.

Morgause lowered her blade and put out a hand for me to grasp and I took it and she pulled back up to my feet.

"Arthuria!" Morgana called and I looked over at my other half sister, her silver helm obscuring her face, her armour not as bad as her sisters and my own, and saw her holding my other dagger she threw the duel blade over me just as she turned to block a sword that was coming to her neck and I caught my dagger in my free hand and stood back to back with the blond women

"We can't hold out like this much longer. Camelot is lost, we have to get you to safety!" Morgause said to me and I heard her blade make contact with another and I had to leave my friends back as another soldier lunged for my side and parried as he made another dangerous strike and brought my other dagger down on his arm, cutting clean through and the soldier screamed in agony looking at the stump left behind, his blood spilling down onto the ground before I planted both my blades into his chest and he became silent and once I withdrew my blades back up again to Morgause who had thrown down her own enemy.

"I hope your not suggesting that we run!" I said to her. Running meant that we'd be abandoning my kingdom. The people that I had sworn to protect that were likely to suffer a terrible faith. I was marveled that she would even suggest such a thing. I wouldn't be seen as a coward, running away from my enemy when the people needed me the most.

"My Queen, it is a retreat. They're is no way can defeat all these men when there is so few of us!"

As much as I hated to admit it, Morgause, was right. We were more likely die here and then there would be no one to stop Helios.

"Gaaah!"

I suddenly froze as we both darted our heads over towards Lancelot, hearing his cry of pain and I saw a huge sword pierced into his side where the armour had been split open by a hammer earlier, exposing him for injury. His face was hidden behind his helm but his head was thrown back from the agony.

"No!" I yelled in horror, leaving Morgause's back and running over to him as the soldier with inhuman muscled arms withdrew his blade from my husband to be and brought it up above his head to bring back down on him. "No..." I said again my voice faint, as I tried desperately to get through Helios' Soldiers and my own knights that got in my way, jostling them and having to parry and punch one of my foes into the face with my arm to get passed him as he tried to face me in combat while I tried to get to the man I loved, but I was too late and watched as the sword came down. "Lancelot!" I cried as I watched the large blade slice through the armour of his neck and torso.

Time seemed to slow for me as I watched Lancelot fall to the floor and once the soldier withdrew his blade I barely took notice of him being struck down by Guinevere who had jumped into the air, holding her Longsword above her head with both hands on the hilt and plunging the blade into his back and out through the front lf his chest. The only thing I focused on was the knight I fell in love with.

I dropped to the ground where my lover laid, dropping my blades and wrenching off my helmet, my disheveled blond hair falling to the right side of my head and did the same with his helm, revealing his face staring blankly up at me. His eyes lifeless. I closed mine, feeling the tears I want to shed for him trying to escape and felt one flowing down my left cheek. I lowered my head to his and took in how silent it was. Silence... The sound of battle was gone.

I looked up and saw that it was the knights of Camelot still standing, but their were only three that were now standing around me. Morgana, Morgause, and Guin... The other two woman helmless. The rest...were all dead...as was my betrothed...

Morgause knelt down beside me when I looked back at the man I was going to be wedded too. "I'm sorry, my Queen, but we need to get you out of here," she said sympathetic

"Arthuria!"

We looked towards the door and saw Elyan with no helm, out of breath, his damaged armour bloodied as was his sword, charging in and then stopped as he spotted me knelt over Lancelot. I looked sullenly back down at him and placed my fingers over his eyes and closed them.

"Hel...Helios' men are coming in through the tunnels. That's how they got into Camelot," Elyan said once he got over the shock of seeing that Lancelot had fallen

"How did Helios even know they were there?" Morgana asked surprised, taking off her helm. "They were well hidden."

"I don't know. Someone must have betrayed Camelot to Helios and given him the blueprints."

"Elyan...where's Gwaine and Miria?" Guin then asked him making me look up. The knight and personal servant weren't here.

Elyan paused a moment. "Gwaine...is dead," he said and closed my eyes again at the loss and I heard Morgana let out a sharp gasp of grief.

"What about Miria," I asked Elyan opening my eyes back open, fearing for my best friend.

Miria had been my servant for the past four years and even though we didn't see eye to eye at the beginning it was she that had taught me not to feel so down about being a women who trained everyday since the age of eight with hope of one day becoming a Knight and when I came of age my father tried to dismiss any such thoughts from my mind, saying that I was a woman and a princes and that they didn't fight in war, or battle and that only men. But I continued to train and worked tirelessly much to my father's displeasure, and sometime after Miria and was appointed my servant and asked me about why I did it and told her that I wanted to be strong like all the men were, to fight in war, but more than that, I wanted to prove to father that woman weren't the weaker sex, and that even we could do battle, and it was Miria that pushed me into saying to my father what I wanted, instead of what he wanted for me. He hadn't taken it lightly but he agreed under the condition that he trained me himself and I accepted, and from there Miria and I became close friend's which grew over the years and was there for me when my father finally came to his death bed, and I hoped that she was safe.

"Agravaine, needed her help with-"

At that moment there was a huge explosion that shook the entire castle, making everyone of us sway, even me, with both knees on the ground.

Guin and her brother hurried to the door of the room to look out while Morgana went to a window.

"You saw Agravaine," Morgause asked standing back up, and Elyan turned his head, nodding.

Agravaine had split from us earlier to defend the Northern part of the castle and soon after Morgause and I had went there to see our knights were slain and he wasn't among them.

"That must've been them just now."

"They're coming!" Guin then said leaving the room and Elyan turned back toook out after her.

"Who?" Morgause asked sharply, coming over. "Agravaine and Miria," Elyan replied happily and I heard my uncle and servants voice's conversing with Guinevere and when they emerged saw blood seeping down Agravaine's face from his forehead and being supported by Guin under his right arm and Miria under his left and saw that Agravaine's ankle was twisted.

Miria appeared to be fine, apart from a few bruises on her arms, her shoulder length black hair smoking, giving the smell of bunt hair in the room, and left side of her blouse was torn by a blade, showing a wound that had grazed her flesh. It didn't look deep but blood still flowed out of it.

To my bewilderment Morgause grabbed my uncle by the neck of his armour and wrenched from the two woman and slammed him to wall that was just beside the door.

"Morgause!" Morgana called shocked at what her sister was doing as was all of us.

"What are you-" Agravaine began but stopped and I stood up when she placed her blade at my uncle's neck.

"How is it..." she said with a growl. "...how is it that your the only one alive while all of your men down there are slaughtered?"

I stared at Morgause, startled. Was she accusing my uncle of betrayal?

"Are you out of your mind?" Agravaine said to her in disbelief. "Now is not the time for - aah!"

"Morgause!" I shouted loudly as she pressed her blade into his neck, drawing blood. I could understand her suspicion however since he was the only one that was left alive, but my uncle would never betray me, that I was sure of.

"Because I'm the Queen's uncle!" Agravaine answered. "Holding me captive was bound to draw her out! I escaped from them not soon after by over powering one of my capturers and taking his blade and fending the others off. I was on my way to find the Queen when a plan came into my head with that powder our alclamests were working on and went in search for Miria since she was helping them and found her with Gwaine and Elyan!"

"We blew up some the tunnels that they were using to get into Camelot," Miria told her hastily, putting a hand on Morgause's arm. "

"What about the escape tunnels?" Morgause asked with a growl, withdrawing her blade from my uncle and turning to my servant.

"Still open, though we can only hope that they don't know about them. Hey, wait, we're leaving?" Miria looked over at me in shock and then her eyes fell on Lancelot and her mouth fell open and brought her hands up to her mouth.

Agravaine saw her and looked over at me and saw my husband to be lying dead on the ground and surprise that turned into heartbreak was on his face. "Oh, no..." he said despairingly looking just as devastated as Miria.

"Gwaine has also fallen," Morgana told them somberly and Miria looked at Elyan with disbelief and he nodded and then looked back at me sorrowfully. I avoided her eyes and stared back down at Lancelot's body and the thought's of never being with him again pained me. A figure was then in front of me and knew who it was before I turned my head. Miria.

"I'm sorry she said putting her arms around me. "I am so, so sorry." It seemed like she was saying it more than a condoling and I wondered why I thought that. It wasn't her fault that Lancelot died. It was mine... If only I had seen that we were outmatched sooner and had left, Lancelot, would still be alive. But my pride on running from battle which I believed was cowering got in the way.

I didn't hug Miria back, instead I looked back down at Lancelot and wondered what life would've been like if Helios hadn't attacked. The day of our wedding set from a week from now... Having my children with him... The two of us growing old together... All that was now gone... Because of Helios.

"My Queen..." Morgause came over and Miria drew back, brushing her tears away. "We have to leave, now."

I wanted to stay. To find Helios and torture him to death. Killing him was too easy. I wanted him to suffer excruciating pain until it was too much for him to take. But with his army of soldiers... Retreat, was the only option.

I nodded to Morgause in confirmation and sunk to my knees once again over Lancelot and kissed his lips one last time. They were going cold but still had a hint of warmness. "Goodbye my love," I whispered softly once I broke away from him and turned away, picking up my duel blades and stood back up.

I needed to put my feelings of loss and love for him aside no mater how much it hurt. Right now, I needed to be strong. Not just for myself, but for the others.

"Let us go," I said to Morgause emotionlessly and she herself looked down at the fallen knight, showing sadness that soon became a look of determination and looked back at me and nodded.

"Elyan, Miria, help my uncle," I ordered, taking on the tone of authority once again and Elyan went to it, but Miria looked at me worriedly but after a moment she did what I asked and we left the throne room.

I was surprised that more soldiers hadn't come to come to overwhelm us when we had been there but I saw why when the hall leading to doors of the castle was covered halfway with brick that had fallen, pillars that had supported the ceiling had also fallen and the roof had cascaded in, blocking off the only entrance into the castle that enemy knew of. Agravaine and Miria's handy work.

Of course our foes could've use the windows, but they were quite high up and would need ladders and that could take a while, giving us enough time to make our escape.

Morgause and I took point, my uncle supported by Miria and Elyan behind us and Morgana and Guin were behind them.

"The closest escape route was in the library," I told them. We had used it once before. The escape tunnel was hidden behind a the statue of a Griffin and that went West across the Kingdom, out into woods, away from the siege tunnels that led into Camelot.

"We make our way there."

We headed out quickly, but also at slow enough pace for Agravaine who wouldn't be able to use his leg, cautiously going though corridors that had the dead of the knights of Camelot and of our foes, being careful as there were still Helios' soldiers inside and came across two as they rounded a corner and Morgause and I quickly dispatched them and for the first time, I took pleasure in taking the life of the soldier I fought, more so because these soldiers belonged to Helios.

The library was just up above around the corner between crossing a passage and as we closer to the edge I pressed my back against the wall and just stuck my head out.

The doors across from us, twenty-five feet away, hadn't been knocked down and stood tall, unbattered from any assault of the enemy and the path for us was clear.

And yet, I couldn't help but get the feeling that something was amiss... It almost seemed too easy.

I looked back to the others who were watching me intently. "The path is clear, but something doesn't feel right," I told them.

"A trap?" Miria asked.

"I cannot be sure, but it feels that way," I replied.

"Then we should approach with approach with caution."

"What about Agravaine?" Guin asked, gaining my attention. "If we are walking into a trap Elyan and Miria are going to have a hard time protecting him, as well as themselves."

She had a point, and Miria wasn't exactly too familiar with hand to hand combat, even though she followed me into many battles, but always neglected the use of a blade for reasons I could not understand.

"Set my uncle down against the wall," I said to the knight and servant and they did so as I picked up a sword from a fallen foe and held it out to Miria. "Take it. Just in case," I told her, forcefully. She seemed like she was going to refuse as she stared at the blade but put her hand out and grasped the hilt.

I then noticed my uncle pushing himself up onto his uninjured leg, drawing his blade out and Morgana was trying to convince him to sit. "If we're attacked while you four are preoccupied with your own battle, I will not be seen as an easy target lying crippled on the ground," he said to her, spoken like the true warrior he was.

"Arthuria..." Miria said as the four knights and I were about to move out and looked at her worried face. "...be careful..." I nodded once and took point and we went around the corner and made our way slowly towards the doors of the library, our blades at the ready. I turned sharply at the crossing of the passage, standing into a fighting stance and Morgause held her Longsword up into an Ox stance behind me.

I had been expecting our foes to jump out and attack us. But they're weren't any. I looked behind me seeing the empty passage that Morgause was facing towards. None of them were in sight.

"So far...so good," Guin said, uneasiness in her voice.

Perhaps I had been wrong? Usually when I did go with my gut it always been the right decision.

Frowning, I lowered my blades somewhat, the others doing the same headed briskly over to the closed doors. I stopped as we reached them and looked back down the path we had came. It was safe for my Uncle and Miria to cross.

"Miria!" I whispered loudly across the corridor and waited for my servant to poke her head out from around the corner. But she didn't. Was I not loud enough? "Miria!" I called again, more urgently. However, the sound of cracking wood as if something had been trusted through it, and the sheer gasp of pain that I heard behind me and whipped my head around and saw Guin, her back to the door, with her mouth open and the look of pure agony was stretched across her face and we all just stared, dumbstruck.

"No!" Elyan, shouted as the sound of whatever scoured her through her armour was withdrawn and the knight collapsed onto ground, her blood smearing the wood of the door, her brother dropping to the ground next to her just as the doors burst open, knocking them both aside and Helios' men came streaming out letting out war cries and out of rage of what just happened to Guinevere I charged in full force, lashing out at the enemy, cutting down anyone I was in combat with. I blocked a strike and did the same with one on my right, flanking me, semi-circled my duel blades, their swords slipping off and pierced my blades into their torsos. I quickly withdrew and blocked another, crossing my blades together on a Longsword with a soldier with a shield that was thrusting towards the exposed chain mail in between my inner thighs at my left leg and it slid across my daggers and struck the armour plating. I quickly lashed out at him with blow to his face with my arm and heard the crunching of his nose and my foe yelled out in pain, drawing back as his blood poured down from his face and launched my left dagger into him.

I had just withdrawn my blade and just brought my both my blades down another soldiers shoulders, severing them from his body, and moving onto my next foe, but the next man I crossed blades with startled me.

"Percival," I spat, enraged, and the ex-knight I had once been friends with sneered down at me. If he was here that meant that Leon was too.

The two men had once been loyal Knights to the kingdom, until their families were found to be consorting in sorcery and my father had planned to burn them in front of the towns people. Miria, Guin and I had helped Leon and Percival save their families and we had snuck them out of Camelot along with Leon and Percival but my father had sent out riders in search of them, he himself among them and he had found them in a nearby town and slaughtered them in front of the two ex-knights and allowed them to live, banishing them from Camelot and since then they sought to take the Kingdom from my family. I was sorry for them, and what my father did was wrong, so wrong! But what they did was just as enraging. It was they who had sent a group of performers to kill my father and had succeeded and were doing the same for me. Because of what my father did they appointed people to assassinate me, to end the Pendragon lineage, but their people failed numerous times.

Now, however, they were here!

"Arthuria," Percival said lightly through clenched teeth, his expression making him looking as if he ws smiling and head butted me into the forehead and the power of it sent me down onto the ground and gritted my teeth, feeling blood smearing down my face and I wished I had kept my helm. The adrenalin pumping through me made bear with the pain and and as soon as I hit the floor I threw my legs over me rolled back up onto my feet, a move I practiced many times in my armour that I became quite fast at it and in doing so I managed to slay a soldier that was coming at me and turned back to Percival just in time parry an attack from him, but with those strong arms of his, mine shook from blocking his strike with my blades that I manged to hold up despite his strength that would have sent another warrior's blade down to the ground, except maybe Morgause.

Percival kicked out with a leg and jumped back, dodging it, and my back hit the stone wall. This could prove useful, I thought. If he trusted I could step aside and bring my blades down on his arms and Percival did just that, however as I stepped aside he knew I anticipated this move and anticipated mine and his sword came towards my head and I just barely ducked my head, kneeling onto one knee, and before the blade came soaring over me and after a second my hair fell to the ground, sliced cleanly through by the swing that was meant to decapitate me, but I launched my duel blades up into Percival's chest, but he was to fast with his Longsword and brought it down, swinging it just against the hilt of my right blade and doing the same with the one on my left and tried to hold on to them, but failing then Percival right arm struck the left side of my face and fell to the ground. Taking in heavy breaths through my clenched teeth, I raised my head to look up at Percival and he was raising his sword over me, the look of triumph written all over him.

"I'm sorry for Guin. I was hoping it was going to be you," he said, half saddened, half smiling down at me.

"You, bastard," I snarled, the hurt showing, and pushed myself hurriedly up off the ground, but he kicked me into my side, sending back down onto my back and rolled over, my hand resting onto the handle of a fallen Longsword, and to saw Percival holding the tip of the blade at my throat.

"Goodbye, Arthuria," he said simply as if he was saying farewell to an old friend. But before he drove the blade through my neck, I brought my iron boot up hard into his groin, making grunt in pain and look down and brought the sword in my hand across his neck and Percival's blood poured down like a waterfall, striking the floor. His blade slipped from his hand, and to my relief, the sword of the hilt had most of the weight as the blade fell on my rose on my bosom, the point grazing my chin and finally Percival fell to the ground, his blood still gushing out from his neck.

"For you, Guinevere," I said and got back up, ignoring the pain I was in, and took in the sword I had in my hand. It was Morgana's.

I looked back down at where I had grabbed the sword and saw my half sister sprawled on the ground, her head facing me, her face lifeless with a blade sticking down into the neck of her armour.

Controlling myself from the emotions that were threatening to overwhelm me, I looked for the others, but was stopped by one of Helios' men and blocked with his attack, turning and struck him into the rib cage, slicing into him and pulled out the sword and then continued looking as the soldier fell.

Elyan was lying dead beside his sister... I looked for my other half sister, until another three soldiers came at me at the same time. Maneuvering myself and with my blade work, I dispatched them.

Morgause! She was locked in combat with Leon and made my way quickly over to them. But what I saw next made me stop dead. A man stepped out from the side to drive his blade up in her side, where armour had taken many blows from, now weak enough to drive a sword though. The man,however, was my uncle. Agravaine.

Morgause dropped to the ground, looking up at him, fury mixed with pain on her face and he withdrew as Leon struck her down by bringing his blade down on top of her head.

Agravaine... He was the traitor... My own uncle... My family... Had given Helios everything to assault the castle. Had pretty much helped kill everyone. Gwaine, Guin, Elyan, Morgana, Lancelot, and had just helped kill Morgause! He and Miria...earlier...were they working with one another?

I couldn't concentrate properly, my mind was overwhelmed with rage, loss, despair, everything! Roaring, I charged at them and they just saw me and engaged the last few of their men doing the same.

I met Morgana's Longsword with Agravaine first, who had nothing wrong with his leg at all, and fought with heavy blows, but had to switch to fend off an attack from Leon and side kicked my Uncle high into his chest, who was preparing to strike me, sending him stumbling back. Leon took his blade away swung at me from the side and blocked and swerved out of the way as a soldier lunged for me and drove the sword into his back.

I struck at Agravaine once he was close again and Leon made a go for me just as another soldier was close by me and he cut him down instead and brought Morgana's blade swinging into his abdomen. Cursing he saw my blade coming and let go of his sword and drew back, but not fast enough and cut into his belly, but doing so left me vulnerable to attack from Agravaine and the soldiers and my uncle swung his sword towards my head and I let go of the sword and dropped to the ground and kicked him in the shins of both legs, making him fall on top of me. I struggled to get the advantage as he placed his arms around my neck his face livid.

"It's Your fathers fault that my brother is dead," he growled, his hands tightening. "So I'm going take your life."

I roamed around with my hand as it began to get harder to focus, my lungs burning, and grabbed what felt like a rock bashing it into the side of his head. It was enough for me to gain the advantage and to turn him around and plant my right arm around his neck and finally got it as he struggled and held on tight, keeping my head at a distance as he tried to back head me. I didn't exchange any words with him and just snapped my uncles neck.