Ayla and Katarina
Hey! I know this isn't quiet the story we had talked about but I figured you might like this one too if not even more. If you are reading and you don't understand just ignore this.
!DISCLAIMER!
Unless you have ever been/seen/heard of a color guard (the ones with a flag/riffle/saber out with the marching band) you may not want to read. I will try to define terms that is used but it is meant for a limited audience that will understand the terms generally at first read. Oh and on that note I do not own King Arthur. I wish I did along with tons of others but it didn't work out that way. Oh well!
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The brunette shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she tried to find a way to sleep. "It ain't gunna work Ayla you can never go to sleep in a car." said the blond driving.
"I will one day I swear to you it will be done." mumbled the brunette named Ayla.
"It'd be a lot easier if you would have changed back at the school character shoes, jazz pants and that top aren't that easy to sleep in." said the driver.
"You didn't change either Katarina." sighed Ayla rolling over.
"Yea because you grabbed the bags yelled at me to hurry my ass up and start the car. I'm sorry if that didn't leave me time to change." the young woman said glancing at her friend.
"I'm sorry that I wanted to be home at a reasonable hour." Ayla replied.
"Hun we have to drive at least three hours we never get home at a reasonable hour especially if we are one of the last ensembles to go." said Katarina.
"Yea but getting back before one o'clock is a reasonable hour by our terms." said Ayla.
"No that's the time we get back before to prove there is a God." said Katarina.
"You and your God, you disturb me." Ayla said with a grin knowing what she had started.
Katarina gave a loud gasp, "How dare you!"
"What about God or that I quoted the man-whore of all man-whores Lancelot?" asked Ayla grinning.
"How dare you say that! You know what this is your punishment." Katarina rolled down the windows so the fresh air blew into the car.
"What am I suppose to stick my head out and pretend like I'm Rover or something?" asked Ayla with a brow raised above one of her plain green eyes. Katarina smirked as she turned the radio full blast and started to scream loudly and off key the lyrics to "A Thousand Miles" by Vanessa Carlton. Ayla covered her ears and tried to beg Katarina to stop and turn it down.
Katarina turned it down for a few moments and smirked, "I'll turn it right back up unless you admit what a sexy piece of man flesh Lancelot is."
"What you mean that female looking man-whore? I would rather die!" Ayla yelled defiantly. Katarina turned it right back up and started to belt out the lyrics again just as loud and off key as before. Katarina finally relented and turned the radio down to a reasonable noise level but occasionally poked Ayla as soon as she would settle in one spot.
Ayla finally sat up glaring at Katarina who smiled innocently, "Couldn't sleep?"
"What do you think?" snapped Ayla.
"Just as well we are at a tunnel." said Katarina nodding ahead.
"You aren't going to make me hold my breath are you?" asked Ayla.
"You said you would because you refused to hold your breath past the graveyard." said Katarina.
"That's because it is some stupid old wives' tale about holding your breath and getting a wish." said Ayla.
"I don't care you have to do it with me otherwise it won't work." said Katarina.
"Says who?" asked Ayla.
"The laws of magic and mysticism." replied Katarina.
"What the heck are you on?" asked Ayla.
"Come on."
"Fine but if you get light headed you better breath, I'd really like to live at least 'til my next birthday." said Ayla.
"Whatever. Ready?"
"Nope."
"Set."
"Crapola do I have to?"
"Hold." Ayla held her breath and pinched her nose and looked over at Katarina who was mirroring her. 'I look like an idiot.' Ayla thought. Katarina looked at Ayla and smiled and Ayla glared reading the, 'Ha! I got you to do it.' look on her face. Ayla looked to see the end of the tunnel just as they reached it something started to dart across the road. She braced herself for the impact by closing her eyes and trying to hold the seat as she heard the tires of Katarina's little car screech loudly in protest to the sudden demand to stop. Instead of feeling her seatbelt holding her or the airbag stopping her Ayla felt herself flying. Ayla made impact with the ground and began rolling. Ayla finally rolled to a stop and could do nothing but lay there as she gathered herself and her surroundings which at the moment concisted only of her eye-lids.
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Katarina felt herself slam into the ground and roll a few times before skidding along the ground to a stop. Katarina took several deep breaths trying to calm down and rest her head against the soft ground. Katarina opened her blue eyes and stared at the ground, 'Since when is the road soft and green? Wait I must be in a ditch or something.' Katarina laid in the grass not even attempting to get up, "Ayla? Are you ok?"
"I don't think that I could move for a hundred years but other then that I'm fine you?" asked Ayla.
"Same here, but what the hell happened?" asked Katarina.
"I don't know you're the driver." replied Ayla.
"So?"
"So you are suppose to know why the heck you slammed on those damn breaks so hard and fast." snapped Ayla.
"Can you get up?" asked Katarina.
Ayla slowly crawled to her knees and rested her head against the ground, "I don't think so I'm really dizzy and I'm not even sitting up yet."
Katarina was able to get to her knees and was about to crawl over to Ayla when she froze, "Shit."
"Shit is not good I don't like it, what's wrong? What has caused the shit?" asked Ayla not moving from her kneeling position.
"Look up." commanded Katarina.
Ayla did and laid back down muttering, "This is all a dream, we are going to wake up in a hospital and they'll tell us we hit a deer."
"I'm pretty sure what I'm feeling right now is pain and you aren't suppose to feel it in dreams." said Katarina.
"Oh really and please do tell how many times you have tested that theory." said Ayla glancing at her friend.
"Oh why don't you just can it Ayla." snapped Katarina stumbling to her feet.
Ayla sat up and looked around, "We must have gotten thrown pretty far from the car. None of this looks familiar."
"We were both wearing seat belts, besides I may not have been thinking straight but I don't remember crashing through any glass do you?" asked Katarina.
"No but I think we need to find something from the car that should lead us back to it and we can get a cell phone and call someone."
"Found the familiar stuff." said Katarina walking crookedly towards two large duffle bags and two six foot long black bags.
"How did those get out of the car?" asked Ayla trying to stand.
"No more a appropriately asked question would be where the heck is the car?" asked Katarina asked looking around the vast sea of trees and grass surrounding them.
Ayla stood shakily and looked around, "I don't see anything that could or would come close to representing a car."
"That means we are going to have to hike to some place that has a phone we can use." said Katarina.
"Oh yes why don't we use that telephone booth over there it doesn't look like it is being used." Ayla commented sitting back down.
"I don't appreciate the sarcasm I am trying to fix the situation and you aren't doing anything to help." said Katarina.
"If I kept standing I would have fallen on my ass or face and at least this way it is less painful. Besides which way are we going to start our little trek?" asked Ayla.
"Spin around in a circle twice and which ever way we face is the way that we go." said Katarina.
"Are you smoking anything green and leafy?" asked Ayla leaning away from her friend.
"I didn't think that you'd like that option so why don't we climb a hill and look for the road?" asked Katarina.
"Operation get home before one am has commenced, actually pause the mission 'til I decided to get up." Ayla said from the ground.
"Its past that point its already day light, besides I think you should decide to get up now." said Katarina.
"Why?" Ayla asked frowning.
"I didn't think that you'd want to get run over by all the horses heading towards us." replied Katarina. Ayla looked and her friend was right there were several men riding horses that changed their direction of riding and headed towards them. The several men stopped in front of the two young woman who had grabbed their bags while waiting for the men.
"Ladies." said the man at the front of the group he bowed his head as he continued, "My name is Gallus what are you doing here with out an escort?"
"We aren't sure one minute we're coming home from a Winter Guard contest and the next we're laid out on the grass." said Katarina.
"With really bad head aches." added Ayla holding her forehead.
"Could you point us in the direction of the closest town, we have to call a couple of people." said Katarina.
"Call?" asked Gallus frowning.
"Yea you know with a telephone." said Ayla.
"What is a tel-eephone?"
"You've got to be kidding you don't know what a telephone is?" asked Katarina.
"No I do not." said Gallus.
"Excuse us just a moment." said Katarina pulling Ayla away from the men out of direct ear shot.
"What?" asked Ayla.
"I really think we should walk instead of going wherever these men are going there is something really weird about them." said Katarina.
"The fact that it looks like they haven't bathed in at least a week, that a couple of them are wearing skirts, or the fact that, the Gallus guy doesn't know what a telephone is?" asked Ayla.
"I was actually thinking it was more of a combination of the three and then the whole riding horses in the middle of nowhere wearing armor and carrying swords." said Katarina.
"Good point lets just grab our stuff and go." said Ayla.
The two young women went back and picked up their bags and Katarina spoke, "Well it was nice talking to you and everything but we really have to go."
"Where do you plan to go?" asked Gallus frowning.
'The hell away from you.' thought Ayla as Katarina answered him, "Wherever the wind takes us." Several of the men rolled their eyes and laughed.
Katarina looked over at one of the young men closer to the front, "What are you laughing at tubby?"
"Come on Kat we need to get going." said Ayla pulling her friend in the opposite direction on the young men.
Ayla heard metal clanking along with the rustling of grass and when she looked over her shoulder she saw that Gallus had dismounted, "Ladies I cannot on good consciences allow you to travel alone."
"Oh don't worry we'll be fine what is there to worry about a couple of mountain lions?" Katarina asked over her shoulder. There was a soft but distinct whistling buzz heard followed by a dull thud and a loud gurgling noise. Katarina looked over her shoulder and screamed, Ayla turned to see what had caused the scream and let out one of her own. Gallus had an arrow protruding from his neck. Ayla felt her flag bag fall from her shoulder as she stared at Gallus rooted to the spot.
She felt herself trying to breath but the only thing that she could do that resembled breathing were short spastic gasps. 'This must be what a panic attack feels like.' Ayla thought in the back of her head. Both of Katarina's bags had fallen to the ground and she was able to move but only to move her hands to her mouth trying to keep herself from throwing up.
Katarina on some level heard a male voice yell, "Get them and get to the fort!" Katarina couldn't stop staring at the now stock still Gallus she felt a hand on her shoulder. She was shaken into reality and she looked up and took the young man's arm and with his help swung into the saddle. Ayla was shook also and she stepped back away from the man with a curtain of hair in his face.
He held out an arm out to her, "Please trust me, I won't hurt you." It took Katarina yelling at Ayla for her to pull up into the saddle behind the man. Ayla buried her face into the man's back and held onto his waist never letting go. Ayla felt them stop on some level but she still didn't want to move.
The man she had been clinging to during the horse ride turned over his shoulder, "You have to let go so I can get down and help you." Ayla opened her eyes and let him go he slid from the saddle and held his arms up for Ayla. Ayla put her hands on his shoulders and he helped her to the ground. He let go and Ayla started to fall but he caught her.
"Can you walk if I help?" asked the man.
Ayla nodded, "I think so. Thank-you." Ayla added as he took her bag from her shouldering it. He put an arm around her waist helping hold up her weight. Katarina watched as Ayla left the courtyard being helped by a man with a mat of hair in his face.
Katarina turned to the man she had ridden with, "Where is he taking Ayla?"
"Don't worry Tristan is probably taking her to a spare room." said the young man.
Katarina's looked to the door her friend had disappeared into and she looked back to her helper, "What did you say his name was?"
"Tristan, do you know him?" he asked Katarina.
Katarina's response to his question was to look him over, "You look familiar."
The young man smirked and Katarina felt herself pale, "AYLA!" Katarina turned and ran towards the door that she had seen her friend go into.
"Ayla! AYLA! Where in heaven's sake are you?" yelled Katarina running down the hallways.
A door opened and Ayla appeared in the hallway, "What's wrong Kat?"
"I found out where we are." gasped Katarina.
"That's great Kat." Ayla said excitedly.
"Depends on the perspective." said Kat biting her bottom lip.
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Well I hope that this is being enjoyed. Below are some terms used in this chapter, just in case you don't know what they are.
TERMS:
1) Character Shoes- basically high heels that are meant to specifically dance in but this doesn't mean that they are any more comfortable.
2) Jazz pants- black velvet pants meant for shows.
3) Flag bag- just like they sound meant to hold six-foot flag poles, and there is also a spot for weapons (i.e. saber).
4) Winter Guard Contest- people write either a flag/riffle/dance/saber routine to a song of their choosing and perform it in front of a crowd and for a judge. Routines usually consist of most or possibly all of the elements.