Prologue

As I stood ready to face them, I felt nervous and scared. I stood to the north of the trees, my family behind me. I held my bow and arrow ready.

"Guinevere, they are approaching."

I turned, my father stood behind me. "We are ready father," I said.

Merlin turned away leaving me to do my job. I turned and saw the small pathetic army of Saxons approaching. I turned toward my army behind me and gave the signal.

I notched my bow with an arrow and fired. Then from behind me my comrades joined in. The arrows took out the first two rows of Saxons. Then I turned to the north where the shadow of Badon Hill stood and standing on top of it stood six fully armored Sarmatian knights. I smiled; I had known they would have returned. I studied each one in turn from right to left - first stood Tristan in his full samurai amour, his horse bore the coat of some funny writing that I could never understand. Next to Tristan stood Bors. Bors was the most temperamental of all the knights and stood ready with axe in hand. Then there was Gawain and Galahad - they were dressed almost identically and armed with lances. Then there was Arthur, their leader, in his full Roman armour and his legendary sword Excalibur in hand.

I guess you could call Arthur my boyfriend or soon to be husband. We had promised each other that if we both survived, we would marry. Then aside Arthur stood Lancelot. Out of all the knights, Lancelot was the best fighter. Armed with two twin blades, which he kept in sheaths on his back; Lancelot was also the most dangerous of all the knights. Still not as temperamental as Bors, but still not to be taken for granted. He was dressed in pure Sarmatian armour which made him look quiet handsome. His horse was dressed in the same type of armour and on his mount's head sat three big spikes, one above each eye and nose.

Arthur read my signal and the knights charged into battle. I turned to my army - the looks on their faces showed they were ready. I looked out towards the many Saxons that stood in front of us. I placed my bow aside and drew my sword. I raised it into the air as I lead my army into the fray. I began fighting with Saxons, slashing them down with deadly blows to the head. There were the sounds of screams and ripping flesh on steel.

There turned out to be more Saxons then I had first thought. They just seemed to keep coming from every direction. I could hear the sounds of hooves and screaming horses. Then all of the sudden I was hit hard in the left side by a sword; it cut though my leather Woad armour. I looked up into my attacker's eyes. He stood above me - I knew from the battle on the ice it was Cynric.

"I will kill you this time you little bitch," he snarled.

He let me get up so we were facing each other equally. I didn't talk back to him. I brought my sword over my head watching his shoulder, watching to see when he would strike. He placed his sword sideways in his left hand. I was quick to block him, but he was quicker and his sword caught my armour, ripping it and parts of my flesh with it. I felt more pain then I had ever felt in my life. I took a look at the wound for a split second, enough to see that part of Cynric's blade was still in my side. He noticed what he had done and threw down his broken sword and picked up one of his dead comrade's swords to use. But this time I was quicker.

I turned quickly and hit his side hard causing his blood to fly into the air. This made him angry and he made a grab for my throat with his spare hand and used the hilt of his sword to knock me to the ground. My head was spinning and my side still bled in rivers to the ground. I looked up at him and tried to get up once more, but he forced me down. I looked frantically for my sword but Cynric held it in his hand ready to kill me with my own blade. Then, all of the sudden, I heard the sound of pounding hooves and the scream of a knight running at full charge. Then above me I saw Cynric bring down his sword towards my head. But his blade was blocked by two blood stained twin blades. I looked to see Lancelot standing protectively above me. I used this time to get up.

I made a quick grab for the nearest weapon. I turned to see Lancelot knock Cynric to the ground with one quick swing of his swords. I heard the wind as it whipped through the blades. He knocked Cynric down hard. Feeling that he was dead, he turned to me, his eyes asking if I was okay. I nodded, then noticed that Cynric was standing again with a cross bow in his hand.

"Lancelot do not turn…" my words where cut off as Lancelot turned and the cross bow ignited and the arrow flew, hitting Lancelot square in the chest just above the heart. Lancelot dropped to one knee, balancing off one of his twin blades, while the other one he threw hard at Cynric's chest, hitting him. His sword flew so deep into his chest only the hilt was still visible. I tried to run to Lancelot but was blocked by Arthur who had seen the sight and come to help.

"Leave him Guinevere, he will be fine."

My world began to spin around me. The fumes of death, blood and horse began to make my head spin. And as I saw Lancelot fall to the ground his eyes fell upon me and I felt something stir deep within me. Then my world turned black.