A/N: I'm going to say this now and only once! I don't own any of the knights! I wish I could say I did, but it would be a lie. Don't sue me, I have no money. I own all characters you haven't heard of and the plot! Hope you enjoy! Please review, I want opinions and comments!
A New Life
Chapter 1
(Takes place two years before movie)
As the knights headed into the clearing in the forest, Tristan pulled away from the path, after noticing something to his left. He hopped off his horse to find a young woman. He noticed she was unconcious. Tristan checked his surroundings quickly to make sure this was not a trap set by woads. As he lifted the young woman, he noticed she was wearing a thick forest green tunic. It was ripped and had blood seeping from the shoulder.Her breeches were made of a worn, tight leather. Her boots made of a soft hide went up to her knees. They had soft tassles hanging from the top, the sole of the boots were rough and heavy.
Tristan carefully lifted heron the horse and sat behind her holding the reins. After a few minutes of following the overgrown path, the scout made it to the clearing he had spotted earlier. He gently settled the young woman on the ground. After spotting Arthur, he strode up to him and tapped his shoulder.
"I found a young girl in the woods," Tristan said quietly.
Before Arthur could respond, a sneaking Lancelot cut in. "Good, I could use some entertainment," he said with a grin.
"Where is she?" Arthur asked, while ignoring Lancelot's remark.
"I settled her in camp, she's unconcious," he said, "We will need Dag, she has a shoulder wound."
"Go find Dagonet, Lancelot," Arthur said to his right hand man, as he followed Tristan over to the other side of the clearing.
When they reached there, Tristan shook his head in confusion. Before Arthur could inquire, he felt his sword leave his scabbard. He then faced Tristan with a woman holding the stolen blade to his scout's neck. Tristan looked unfazed. The woman hid her pain well. Dirty-blonde waves fell to her elbows. She had bright green eyes the shone in the sunlight. She was also a good six inches shorter than Tristan.
"This is a good sword, Arthur," she said after studying the incriptoins on the blade, "I've always wanted to weild Exalibur."
"What is your name?" he asked calmly, although inside he was raging at the thought of someone taking the valued blade.
"Shyare," she replied as she handed the sword hilt first to Arthur, "I wouldn't have taken your sword if I had realized who it was first."
"What is your business here?" he asked, quickly sheathing the sword.
"I've come from Sarmatia to find my brother and the rest of the Sarmatian knights," Shyare continued calmly.
"Who is your brother?" the commander inquired.
"His name is Gawaine, I hope he is here, for this is the only Roman outpost I haven't been to," she replied.
"Fortunately, your brother is with us," Arthur said, "He's hunting with Galahad and Bors at the moment, but he should return soon."
"That's wonderful," Shyare replied with look of relief coming over her face.
Tristan at that moment was transfixed. He had not seen a woman quite like her. She was not beautiful, but something exotic surrounded her. He also realized he had no chance, because Gawain was her brother, Lancelot would be all over her after a glimpse, and almost everyone feared Tristan. His thoughts were interrupted as a soft whistle filled his ears. An extremely large horse and a wolf entered the clearing, crashing through the forest. The horse was was a stallion with a brilliant black coat. The wolf ran up protectively, with its teeth bared infront of Shyare. He was pure black as well, with icy blue eyes.
"You have beautiful creatures," Tristan said, while studying the animals.
"And beautiful weapons," Arthur added while eyeing the stallion's load.
"Thank you," Shyare said while motioning the wolf to come to her side.
Tristan continued to study Gawain's younger sister. She was about 5'7". Her hair was exactly like her brother's in colour and waves, except for the random braids that held beads at the end. Her waves were soft and flowing. She had a gold ring in one ear. He also guessed she had some skill, do to all of the weapons she carried. Her skin was unnaturally tan, unlike most women who had pale complexions. He cut off his thoughts when Lancelot and Dagonet appeared.
Arthur began the introductions. "Shyare I would like you to meet Dagonet and Lancelot."
"Its a pleasure to meet both of you," Shyare said with a smile.
She shook Dagonet's hand with a force equal to his own, which he welcomed. Shyare then held her hand out to shake Lancelot's when he brought it up to his lips.Shyare pulled back quickly, looking disgusted.
"I don't appreciate the gesture," Shyare said, "I'm not one to flirt."
A look of shock came over Lancelot's face at the remark. Arthur and Dag began to laugh. Tristan had an uncommon smirk sneak onto his face. Shyare turned towards Tristan, turning her back on the still shocked Lancelot.
"I'd like to thank you for picking me out from the woods," Shyare said, "I would probably have walke off in the wrong direction if not. I'm not known for scouting," she continued, "I don't believe I've caught your name."
"Tristan," he said shortly.
"Well, many thanks again," she said with a warm smile.
Arthur cut in after her thanks. "Dagonet will tend your wounds."
"Oh, thank you," Shyare said, "The only one is on my shoulder."
"Let me take a look," he said while taking a step foward.
"I wasgrazedonthe shoulder with an arrow, unfortunately, the Woad's put a sleeping poison on it," she said as Dag quickly wrapped up the light, but bleeding cut.
Dag and Lancelot did not know of Shyare's relation to Gawaine. The eyes and hair were a give away though. They were both shocked to see Gawaine examine her for a moment and then tackle her to the ground laughing. He effortlessly lifted her to her feet and give her a bone crushing hug.
"Can someone please fill us in?" Bors asked with a confused look on his face.
"That's not a nice way to treat a lover," Lancelot said before either could reply.
Looks of pure horror come over Gawain's and Shyare's faces. As quickly as the looks came, they disappeared.
"Galahad, Bors," Gawain said, this is my younger sister Shyare," he said with a smile, "I suppose you've already met Arthur, Lancelot, Tristan and Dagonet," he added to Shyare.
"Aye, I have," she replied.
After a moment's silence, Galahad broke it, "Why didn't you tell us you had a sister?"
"It never came up in the past," Gawaine replied simply.
A/N:I have to stop it here, I can't wait for reviews!
