The knights find Tristan crying and injured after a battle and worry over his well being. But will they find out what is wrong with him?

Hello, people! I thought I would try a King Arthur fic since it holds half of my heart. My favourite characters are Dagonet, Tristan, and Lancelot. It's so typical that they all die! This is set a few years before the movie and is based on a dream I had after watching the film with my hyper sister and her friend.

R&R, but no flames.

Arthur cut down a woad and looked around the battle for the knight's. He spotted Dagonet not far away to his left, he was faced against four woads; he had resorted to unarmed combat after losing his weapons near the beginning of the battle but was not having to much trouble, as most of the woads seemed too scared of the giant to fight him.

Gwaine and Galahad were sticking to each other's side behind him; killing any of the enemy that the other happened to miss. He smiled as Gawain leant across Galahad to lance the flighty woad about to crash in to him, when at the same moment Galahad leant over the top of Gawain and knocked a particularly tall woad out with the hilt of his sword.

Arthur turned as Bors' loud battle cry roared across the hill. His smile turned in to a smirk at the sight of the large knight scuttling around and killing with his fist-knives. He looked like he was having the time of his life!

Lancelot was sprinting around the battle cutting down god knows how many of the blue rebels. Being ambidextrous, Lancelot killed twice as many as the others, but somehow never managed to kill as many as their scout. He and the scout both had lean figures that allowed them to fight more gracefully than the others, causing Lancelot to find Tristan as the one person he could challenge to duels in practice.

'Watch your back, Arthur!'

Arthur spun around and stabbed at the particularly large woad that was looming up behind him. He nodded his thanks to Galahad, and scanned the battleground for Tristan.

His eyes found the scout fighting against a large rabble of woads. Arthur rolled his eyes. It was typical that their stoic scout managed to fight three times as many as him and finish barely out of breath. Tristan's eyes met his and the scout nodded at him in acknowledgement. He turned back to fighting and a moment later spun around and flicked a dagger in Arthur's direction. Arthur froze with wide eyes as the blade skimmed past his ear, a thud was heard and Arthur turned to find another woad sprawled on the ground with Tristan's dagger buried in the middle of his forehead.

Arthur shook himself and returned to the battle. It was ironic really; he was forever criticizing his comrades and here he was standing around letting them do all the dirty work.

Half an hour or so later the woads had retreated and most had been killed. The knight's gathered at the edge of the battlefield. Arthur was relieved to see that none were suffering serious injuries.

'That was one hell of an attack.' Gawain frowned in worry.

Bors scoffed. 'You were the one who said that you were bored.'

'Well to be quite honest, I didn't really want to fight hundreds of woads today.'

'Just give thanks to God none of us were harmed.' Arthur interrupted to shut them up, but they simply rolled their eyes.

'Where's our scout got to?' Lancelot asked, glancing around.

'He'll be here somewhere.' Galahad shrugged in indifference.

Dagonet shook his head in worry. 'He would have joined us by now.'

'Split up and search for him.' Arthur ordered, though he knew he didn't need to ask.

The knights nodded and headed in different directions, calling Tristan's name as they went.

A few minutes later Lancelot' voice echoed across the ground. 'I've found him! Dagonet, come quickly!'

Everyone sprinted to Lancelot's side. He was knelt beside the form of Tristan. They were all frightened by what they saw.

Lying on his side was Tristan. His arms were wrapped around his stomach and he was shaking violently, tears were running down his face.

'It hurts.' He groaned in agony. 'Oh gods, it hurts.'

Dagonet knelt beside him and shook him gently. 'Tristan? What hurts? What happened?'

Tristan began to shake more, he was gasping for breath and mouthing the words; 'it really hurts. Oh gods, Dagonet, it hurts so much,' repeatedly under his breath.

'I'm getting him back to the wall.' Dagonet stated. 'I can't treat him here.'

'But we don't know what's wrong with him!' Gawain protested.

'There's no blood, so it can't be mortal. But whatever it is, he's reacting badly.' Dagonet replied firmly.

'I would suggest collecting his arrows, daggers and whatever else he has lost if you want to stay alive.' With that, he hoisted the injured man on to his horse, mounted behind him and galloped back to the wall.

An hour later, Dagonet was standing over Tristan's bed. He pried Tristan's arms from around his stomach and removed his

Tunic. He frowned; he couldn't see anything wrong. There was no injury, bruising, blood, cuts. Nothing.

He glanced at Tristan. He was shaking slightly and the tears were continuing their journey down his cheeks.

'Tristan?' He asked hopefully. 'Tell me what happened.'

Tristan opened his mouth a few times, and his next words came out as a whisper.

Thank you for reading, I will update soon. It does get funny, I promise! Just stay with me here! Sorry if the knights are too OC

In case you're wondering my computer hates using the term "woad" as a singular whatsizface, it prefers the plural of the *whatsizface*.

*What are they called? Honestly!