I wandered through the woods carrying my bow and a quiver of arrows. I was alone in my traveling, I ran away from my home. I wasn't happy, I wasn't content in that life. I like this life much better. I heard a twig snap behind me and I twirled around, my bow and arrow ready to pierce anyone who dared come close. Five men emerged from behind trees, they walked towards me.

"We have been tracking you for so long love," The man said smiling, I threw my bow and arrows aside, drawing my sword. The man smiled but his friend was the one to comment.

"Now you don't want to hurt yourself dear," His friend said and they kept advancing on me.

"Don't come any closer," I said putting my sword out so if they wanted to walk closer than they'd be stabbed. The man who talked last drew his sword and hit it with mine; all of a sudden there was an arrow through his chest. He fell to the leafy ground with a thud. His friends looked behind me and turned to run, arrows flew into all 4 of their backs as they turned. I looked behind me and there were two men standing there. They were in silver armor holding their bows.

"What are you roaming around by yourself for?" One knight asked, he had curly black hair.

"I'm not roaming," I said, "I was hunting."

"By yourself," The other knight pointed out. He was shorter then the first knight.

"Yes," I replied.

"What is your name?" The blonde knight asked me and I took a moment to answer. I didn't want to give them my real name; they probably would've known me and returned me to my parents. I didn't want that.

"Dorinda," I replied naming the first name to come to mind.

"My name is Sir Lancelot," The black haired knight said, "This oaf is my brother in arms Sir Dagonet . We are knights of the round table." I've heard of them before, I didn't see what everybody like about them. They looked like ordinary men to me…they probably were ordinary men.

"How do I know I can trust you?" I asked keeping my sword ready.

"Can you actually use that?" Dagonet asked and I scowled at him.

"You don't have to trust us," Lancelot replied, "Surely you've heard of the knights of the round table before? We are trustworthy men."

"I've heard of you before...once maybe." I replied shrugging, "Is Arthur with you then?"

"Why you asking? How do we know we can trust you?" Lancelot asked.

"You can't trust me," I said outright, "I'll just be on my way then." I said backing up.

"Whoa, do you think we're going to leave you to roam by yourself?" Dagonet asked, "There are more men like that out there." He pointed to one of the men lying on the ground with an arrow in his back. He had no idea.

"They give bad names to us fine gentlemen," Lancelot muttered and Dagonet laughed, "Let us take you back to our camp, you can decide what you want to do from there beautiful" He said and I stood silent for a minute.

"Very well," I said sheathing my sword and grabbing my bow and arrows. I followed them slowly as they walked through the woods; we walked for a long time then the woods fell away to a large clearing. Tents were pitched almost everywhere. Wagons were on the outskirts of the camp being unloaded. There was a bunch of people in the camp, they mostly looked like villagers. They led me to one of the fire pits in front of a group of 7 tents. There were some men sitting around the fire, they looked up as we approached.

"I thought Arthur told you not to be bringing anymore strays in," A large man asked and Lancelot sigh.

"Well we couldn't just leave her out there," Dagonet replied and the large man nodded.

"I'm Bors," The large man said, "That there's Tristan." He pointed to the man sitting next to him.

"Hi, I'm Dorinda," I said softly then a man came out of one of the tents. I knew who he was; my parents had described him to me a couple times when I had asked for a bed time story when I was younger.

"Arthur," Lancelot said and he made his way over, "We found her in the woods…she was being attacked."

"I'm Arthur," He said and I told him my name, "Very pretty."

"Thanks," I muttered. I hated lying to these people, but it was for their own safety, for my own safety.

"You can join our caravan. Tristan will get you a tent," Arthur said.

"Or you could share one with me," Lancelot said smirking, "You must be the most beautifull woman I've ever laid eyes on." I stared at him for a minute.

"I've seen cuter men then you too," I said shaking my head, "Can I have my own tent?" They laughed at what I said and Lancelot only shook his head.

"Looks like yer going have to work for this one Lancey," Bors said. Tristan went and got me a tent; he put it up close to the knight's tents. I thanked him and put my few belongings in the tent. I went back to the fire pit and sat down.

"So where you from? "Dagonet asked and I shrugged.

"I've been traveling my entire life," I said solemnly and bowing my head. They didn't ask me anymore questions after that, though I did see Arthur looking at me a couple times. I hoped he wouldn't figure out who it was, I didn't want to go back. They wouldn't let me be, they were always trying to change who I was.

"Well we're off to hunt," Bors said as Tristan and him stood up. They left soon after and I was left with Lancelot and another man named Galahad.

"So how old are ye?" Galahad asked.

"19," I replied, that also was a lie. I'm only 17.

"So you have been traveling for a long time?," He asked and I nodded, "Must be hard, what happened to your family?

"They were killed by Woads," I said which was part of the truth. My eldest brother was killed by a Woads.

"I'm sorry to hear that," He said and I nodded, "You will be safe here. I hope you stay for awhile."

"I don't know-," I started to say but was cut off when Bors and Tristan came back at a run.

"SAXONS!" Bors was screaming.

"LISTEN UP!" Arthur screamed when everyone panicked, "Woman and Children start moving this way!" He yelled pointing in the opposite directions that Bors was coming from. I stayed where I was and unsheathed my sword.

"What are you doing, get moving!" Bors yelled at me but I shook my head.

"I fight," I said and he shook his head. Woman and children were running for cover, Bors, Lancelot, Dagonet, Galahad, Gawain, Tristan, Arthur and I stood in a line waiting for the Saxons to show themselves. A small army of them came running at us; I strung an arrow and loosed it. It buried itself in one of their heads. That man fell to the ground. I shot five more killing five more people before I had to wield my sword, I cut down two men before one of them buried their sword in my thigh. I gritted my teeth and kept fighting, I killed the man that injured me and then another man cut me across the back. I fell to my knees and bent my head. The man who killed me fell beside me, I looked up and Bors was standing their. He held his hand out to me and helped me up.

"Thank you," I muttered, I looked around and all the Saxons were dead. Most of the knights were injured but I feared I was the one hurt the most.

"Dag!" Bors called when I fell back down to my knees. My back was killing me and silent tears were pouring out of my eyes. Not once did I scream, I was not going to show that I was weak. It was the most important thing that I learned from my instructors. Bors picked me up and pressed his hand against my back, I pushed him off me and knelt back on the ground gritting my teeth. I could feel the blood pouring out of me, I could feel my life slipping away. Then I blacked out.