Hello once again everyone. ) After much consideration I have decided to bring Lancelot and Lillian back, atleast for one more story so far. But which one you may be wondering. Well, you all know what happened when she left Hadrians Wall all those years ago, but what happened with her time there. Here are your answers. I am proud to give you the Lillian and Lancelot prequel to "Who am I" Enjoy! and please review. Take care and I will update soon. Hope you all have happy holidays.

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"I cant believe their reassigning us." Ellaine spoke up as the small band made their way around the bend. Seven Sarmatian Knights and their Roman commander. Not very threatening when you lay eyes upon them but to those who knew of the Sarmatians they would think twice.

Turning East the small band made their way towards their desination. Hadrians Wall. Woad activities had grown rapidly and nearly out of hand in recent months and now aid was called for. Casualities were on uncounted and details were kept hidden from the Sarmatians as they continued on.

"We are needed Ellaine." The woman beside her responded. Wind whirled around them as the traipsed on casting her dark hair before her eyes. Running her finger through her long locks she looked to the woman beside her. "Besides, if we were in need you would be eager for reinforcements as well." She smiled trying to cheer the tall, blonde, woman beside her up.

"We dont even know how long we will be there. Hadrians Wall is a playground for woads and pics. There will always be a threat." The woman shot back.

"Thats why they sent for the best." Lillian remarked sticking her chest out, back straight and her head held high. The laugh she heard beside her began to grow and soon all those around her laughed at the sight. "I knew I would get you to laugh." Lillian added, slightly chuckling herself. Dropping the facade she returned her posture to that of its normal state.

"Its just,..." the green eyed woman started to speak as her laughter died away into the wind. "We do not know what to expect from this Artorius Castus or his knights." Soon the laughter that had whelled up around the two women began to die as the realization hit them all. She was right. No one knew what to expect from this Roman or the situation they would find themselves in at the wall. This was an entire new territory.

"So was our post before we got there but we adapted. We learned to survive. We can learn again." Lillian placed a caring hand on the womans shoulder. "Do not be worried. Although I may not know this 'Artorious' I know the men that work under him. Several of his knights I knew in my youth." she added with a small smile.

Again her eyes lit up as she thought of her youth and visions of her family flooded her mind. Some of the ease lifted up at the sound of some one knowing those they would soon fight alongside but it did not lift all.

"How do you know the men are still alive? A lot of things can happen in five years." Ellaine pointed out, her mood serious as she spoke. Although she did not want to damper the joy in the dark haired womans eyes she did not want her to be crushed should those she spoke of no longer live.

Slowly the reality of the situation krept upon her. "You are right Ellaine." She admitted sadly. Coming up on the otherside she heard Axels horse trotting up to them. Looking over she managed a small smile as she greeted the young man. Turning back she faced the woman beside her. Determinationheld firmly in her eyes and equally in her voice. "I have no proof that those I speak of live or not. I have no proof they live. But...I also contain no proof that they have died in battle. All I have is my hope that some of them still stand behind that wall." Her deep, sky blue eyes piercing the green of those looking back at her.

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"We dont need help Arthur. We can handle the Woad situation on our own accord." He announced, standing the dark haired knight placed his hands firmly on the table. Those around him nodded in agreement at the mans statement. "We have fought here long and hard without help we do not need it now."

Sitting there Artorious Castus, more commonly known as Arthur, remained of a calm disposition as the debate continued.

"Many of our men died this last year Lancelot. Our men. If the Woads and Picts coninue with their raids as they have this last year we will lose even more and none of us shall remain standing to see our freedom."Arthur responded looking to all as he spoke. "How many more comrades are we eager to bury in our cemetery before you find it time to accept the help that is being offered?"

"They come because Roman blood was spilt on the last few attacks." One spoke up, slightly shorter then the rest but none the less as confident and fearless.

"Its not a question of whose blood was spilt Bors, whether it be Roman or Sarmatian." Arthur replied to the accusation.

"Then Rome is questioning our ability to protect their wall." Another announced, quite in agreement with the others.

"Its not like that Galahad." Arthur said. Breathing deep the Roman officer rested his head uon his hands as he thought about the worries of his men. Standing he looked to them all. "All of you have fought bravely without question. No one can deny that. Rome is not questioning your abilities as Knights, nor should you." Arthur finally announced, his voice echoing in the silent room as the men listened. "I do not like this any better then you but we have no say in this matter. The knights that are being sent cannot replace those that we have already lost, but we must give them a chance to fight with us."

"This will not be an easy adjustment Arthur." a man across from him spoke. Tall he was even though he sat.

"I know Dagonet." Athur agreed. Looking around once more he met the eyes of each Knight wondering how each must feel about the new situation. "But we have our orders."

"When will they get here?" Gawain finally spoke up, taking a drink of the ale before him.

"Commander Cauis and his men left their post little little more then a week ago, they should be here by tomorrow." Arthur confirmed. Suprised at the appointed date of arrival the men remained silent.

The night at Arthurs round table continued on in silent thoughts as one by one the men left, each dreading the thought of what tomorrow brought.