Author's Note:

This story is a crossover based on the movie King Arthur and Highlander: the TV series. Most of the characters will be from the movie, but at least one major Highlander character will appear later in the story. I prefer not to list all the characters or summarize the story because I personally enjoy reading more when there is an air of mystery to it.

I own nothing from either source, nor do I receive any profit from writing this tale. As a challenge for myself I have chosen to begin writing with no outline and am not sure exactly where this will lead. I will be updating as I complete each chapter. In order to break the story where it seems natural, the first few chapters may be relatively short. If the story turns out the way I picture it in my mind later chapters will be longer.

Prologue:

When they were roving the countryside Tristan always worked harder than the rest of the knights. He was alert to signs, sounds, and signals none of the rest could even hope to understand. He rode ahead scouting for danger as they traveled, and then stood guard throughout the long evenings while his brothers took their rest. More risk was his. There was no jovial camaraderie for him on the road .

When they were stationed at the wall, Tristan was always absent. Drills, guard duty, and solving disputes amongst the locals were common assignments for the other knights. Tristan, however, never participated, and Arthur never protested. The commander knew better than anyone how hard he pushed this man. He never hesitated or apologized for his expectations in the field, he simply commanded. At the wall, he rewarded Tristan with autonomy. He knew of no better way to thank the man for his irreplaceable loyalty and skill.

Tristan expected no special treatment, but was grateful nevertheless. He had little patience for trivial disputes or playing bodyguard to visiting diplomats. He needed no drills to sharpen his considerable skills. Thankfully, none of the other knights were angered by the his absence. They had no desire to endure his sharp criticism of their sword work, or to spend time apologizing for him to Roman and Briton alike. While all of them were thankful for the superior effort he put in when they were dispatched on a mission, none of them were interested in working with him on a more domestic front.

Thus, on the day that Galahad's arrow shot out of the practice area and into the courtyard of a visiting Roman dignitary creating enough drama to keep Arthur and all his men busy well into the night, Tristan was nowhere to been found. In fact, no one even gave the scout a second thought until late in the evening of the following day.