A/N: Okay, my first King Arthur fanfic! Please do not kill me if anyone seems OOC. I'm trying as best as I can so please bear with me. Thanks guys. Okay, Lancelot will give you the disclaimer –pushes Lancelot out in the spot light-

Lancelot: -clears throat- Kalanie does not own King Arthur, its characters, or its actors although I know she would love to… much to my own dismay but that's beside the point.

Uh… yes… thank you Lancey! –pushes away- Enjoy the fic!

Lancelot: What? Hey! I told you don't call me Lancey. When I-!

Chapter 1: Mistaken

It was the day that the sons for knights were chosen. How she yearned to ride with them, become one of them. A sigh passed through the lips of a 13-year-old girl. Perhaps there was someway to mask herself… anything to get out of there. She unsheathed her father's sword, raising it to the golden hair that hung to her shoulders. With a swift stroke, it fell to her feet. She walked into her room and delicately wrapped her torso before slipping her tunic back on. Glancing in the mirror, she was pleased at her boyish appearance. She walked back outside, grabbing her horse. No one moved to stop her or even notice her for she was regularly outside with her horse.

She checked his tack, making sure he was comfortable before swinging up. She asked the buckskin stallion to walk off to the side. There they were. She planned to melt into the crowd until they were far away. She watched as the commander approached. Wait a second… the boy they were to take, James, was sick and near death. She jogged her horse, Kalen, out towards the commander. "Here I am," she said, trying to make her voice as boyish as she could.

The commander eyed her suspiciously. "Yes…" he said and asked his horse to turn around and walk back to the group. He didn't care as long as the sons were collected.

"How long will we be gone?" she asked.

"Fifteen year, not including the months it takes to get to your post," the man replied, starting off again.

She nodded and fell in with the group. Finally, she was out of there and she could enjoy a better life. She wouldn't look back. But, little did she know, this decision would change her life forever.

--15 years later--

"Ah, as promised, the bishop's carriage," Gawain said, staring at a traveling carriage surrounded by Roman guards.

"Our freedom Bors," Galahad added, smiling.

"Mm. I can almost taste it," Bors replied.

A young woman with golden hair that was tied behind her head in a ponytail gave a relieved sigh. She steadied her buckskin stallion, glancing at them all. "Or perhaps it is the ale you're tasting. I honestly don't know how you can stand the taste."

The group laughed. "And your passage to Rome, Arthur," Galahad added in, glancing at the young commander. The eight knights sat there patiently, watching the carriage make its way towards the Wall. Their attention jerked to the woods as an arrow struck one of the guards, knocking him off of his horse.

"Woads!" Tristan exclaimed, sending the group into a gallop towards the carriage. They drew their swords as they approached, confronting the Woads. The battle was long and bloody. The young woman, Latanie, brought down a few last Woads, looking around helplessly at the battlefield. Arthur walked back to the group who had assembled.

"Bors," he spoke.

"What a bloody mess," Bors replied.

Arthur pulled back the curtain. "That's not the bishop," he stated and backed up, looking around.

Latanie looked at the others as she swung up on Kalen. She steadied him and pondered for a moment. She looked upwards as Arthur approached one of the Roman guards that still sat on his horse. At least she thought it was a guard. She looked at her armor in disgust. It would take forever to clean the blood off of the precious gear.

"God help us. What are they?" one of the men asked.

"Blue demons that eat Christians alive. You're not a Christian, are you?" Bors snapped, wheeling around to face the man. His index finger poked dangerously close to the man's face. He gave a look as the man began to mumble quietly with his hands clasped. "Does this really work?" Bors asked, mimicking him. He paused and looked downward. "Nothing. Perhaps I'm not doin' it right."

Latanie did her best to hide a small smile. "Leave the poor man alone, Bors. His pansy Roman ass has already been tortured enough," she said, steadying Kalen.

Lancelot glared at her. "Watch your tongue," he reminded, earning a mock glare from her.

They all turned their attention to the man Arthur approached, ready to defend their commander dare he need it. "Arthur! Arthur Castus. Your father's image. I haven't seen you since childhood," the man replied.

The knights exchanged confused looks as Arthur replied, "Bishop Germanius, welcome to Britain. I see your military skills are still of use to you. Your device worked."

The bishop laughed. "Ancient tricks of an ancient dog," he replied. He surveyed the group of knights. "And these are the great Sarmatian knights we have heard so much of in Rome," he paused. "And a woman."

Latanie snorted. "Yes, Latanie is a wonderful addition to the knights," Arthur said. "She's very intelligent and strong."

Latanie smiled, pleased with Arthur's words. She grabbed her bow and aimed carefully, releasing the string and arrow. It whizzed right past the bishop and Arthur, plunging into a tree. They heard a gasp and watched a Woad fall out of the tree. She shrugged. "Archer," she said simply, earning a chuckle from the men.

"I thought the Woads control the north of Hadrian's Wall," the bishop continued, dismounting and walking beside Arthur.

"They do, but they occasionally venture south. Rome's anticipated withdrawal from Britain has only increased their daring," Arthur answered.

"Woads?" a man asked.

"British rebels who hate Rome," Gawain answered.

"Men who want their country back," Galahad added in sharply.

"People who are smart enough to rebel," Latanie put in gravely.

"Who leads them?" the bishop asked.

"He's called Merlin. Dark magician some say," Lancelot said.

"Tristan, ride ahead and make sure the road is clear," Arthur ordered, watching the scout nod and start off with his hawk. Latanie always did have a deep respect for Tristan. He was silent but a strong fighter. "Please do not worry, Bishop. We will protect you," Arthur assured, opening the door for the bishop.

"I have no doubt, Commander. No doubt," the bishop replied, grinning at him before going into the carriage.

"Dozens don't worry me so much as thousands," the man Bors had jerked about before mumbled.

"Thousands?" Lancelot asked wearily.

Arthur made no movement to respond before asking his horse forwards. He was followed by the group of knights.

A/N: Okay, so, not totally eventful but the next chapter will be better. R&R!