Hmm no reviews for the last chapter :(
At least tell me what you think. Yeah, ok, the writing probably isn't the best but I'm still working on my English...
I pushed my uncles body off and hurriedly got back onto my feet as the five remaining soldiers, who watched until I got the better of Agravaine, came at me. I dodged one swinging at me with a flurry of attacks and until I grabbed his wrist and punched him in the face with my gauntlet. I then quickly stepped aside, seeing another striking and it struck the other, cutting him down. I quickly picked up a random Longsword at my feet and went for them hammering the closest one with heavy blows, driving him back until I disarmed him and struck him down and turned to see the other three coming at me. One in front, the other two trying to flank me. I blocked a swing on my right, the other two lunging and drew back. I had to go on the offensive. I went in blocking at strike and got hold of the one on my right and used him as the other made their move, securing him. One of them cursed and I pushed the dying soldier towards them and lashed out, cutting the man on my left down and faced with the last man. He gritted his teeth, his sword at the ready as was mine. After a few moments he lay on the floor, his head at the far side of the room.
I stared at the blood bath before me. around me. My family...Morgana, Morgause...my friends...Elyan, Guin, Gwaine, Miria...Everyone of fri-
"Miria..."
I walked out of the library and towards the spot where Agravaine and Miria were.
The pain was now starting to make itself known with the loss of adrenalin and everywhere hurt, my head and face especially.
There she was, on the floor a pool of blood by her side. She wasn't a traitor after all... Although I wondered what she did for Agravaine to blow up.
A moan from her caught my attention and sank down and rolled her over, lifting up her brown blouse. The wound was bad, but not fatal. It didn't seem to be struck any organs at least.
"Hold on Miria," I said and tearing the clothing of dead soldier of Helios' and back over fastened it around her. It would have to do. It'll at least stop the bleeding.
"Miria? Miria can you hear me?"
The servant stirred and opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Ag- Agravaine," she mouthed.
I nodded with a frown. I'd ask her later what she hd him were doing later. Right now we needed to get out but a second later voices of more soldiers could be heard around both crossways and coming fast. Their wasn't enough time to get across the passage and into the library and escape, or even hold our ground with the state we were in.
I then heard Miria mutter something and looked at her and my eyes widened when I saw her eyes turn yellow, but had to looked up as the ceiling above came crashing down, blocking the path from the library, keeping the soldiers out.
I wasted no time and pushed Miria against the wall and she cried out in pain, clutching her side. I felt a pang of guilt for hurting her, but brushed it away as soon as it came, and held my blade at her throat and she stared at me fearfully as I stood up against her.
"You used magic," I said. I waited for her to deny it, but instead she nodded slowly and I frowned at her.
"And you've been using it all this time!"
"Yes," she said weakly. "But I was never using it against you." I narrowed my eyes at her. Miria! She had been using magic all this time under my very nose! My servant for four years and I didn't know!
Thoughts of her spying for the druids came to mind, although did that mean Gaius had been a spy? No, I knew of him since I was a little girl till the day he died. Although, I thought I knew Miria, now I found out that I hardly know her at all.
"You and Agravaine, did yea blow up the siege tunnels?" I asked her sharply. "Yes, we did," she answered quickly.
"And why would he have done that?" I asked in a whispered. If he had been working with Helios why stop him and his men from infiltrating the castle?
"I don't know. I tho- aah!"
Miria's face scrunched up with pain, tears running down from her eyes as I dug the fingers of my free hand into her wound.
Agravaine could have given her that, yes, but why not just kill her? Give her a fatal wound? Instead, into the side?
"I don't know!" Miria repeated loudly and I glared at her. "I thought he was on our side!"
"Oh? And where does that leave you?" I asked her, my voice cold.
"With you, who else!"
"For all I know, you could've been plotting against me this entire time!"
"So your going to assume that I was spying on you for the past four years, just because I kept what I born with from you," she said, her fear being replaced by anger and could see the hurt in her eyes as if I was betraying her. "If you think that, then your no better than your father."
I pressed my blade deeper into her throat in anger and she let out a gasp of distress, but after a moment I withdrew from her and she sank to her knees and I stared down at her as she took in heavy breaths of air as she held her side, blood once again flowing from what I had done and regreted what I had done to her.
Miria looked up at me nervously. I didn't know whether to put my trust in her or not. So much had happened already.
"Arthuria, you've no idea how many times I've saved your life using magic," Miria said, making me furrow my brow. "All those times when we were in battle, the assassinations, all those times I was there with you, I used magic to help you."
I looked silently down at her going through memories during times when I came close to almost being killed whenever Miria had been with me and strange misfortunes that seemed to happen to my foes and stared down at my servant, my face softening, my fury lessening somewhat, but not enough to forgive her hiding who she really was from me.
"You should have told me you were able to use magic!" I said.
"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you!" She said back, and I gritted my teeth.
"Where are the others?" Miria then asked.
"Their dead," I said bluntly and she stared at me her falling mouth open.
"Everyone?" she asked weakly
"Yes... They were waiting for us inside the library."
Miria stared at me despairingly "How can can be so frank about something like that?"
I didn't answer her, and looked towards the the only way we could go, then back at the servant. "Can you use magic to heal yourself?"
Miria shook her head. "The last person I tried to heal...put me off using that kind of magic..." she said, her face somber and I wondered what had happened to whom ever she had tried to heal, but only the thought of death came to mind
"Come on then," I said, bending down to help her up,
We walked back down the path we had came and, but soon stopped at the sound of men coming down the path and hid behind a pillar and watched five of them hurrying by. But one stopped however and looked down at the ground and saw that he was staring at the Miria's blood that was falling from her wound and cursed as he started coming towards our location and was about to take action on him but looked at Miria when she spoke.
"Akwele seo magdp."
Her eyes glowed and the soldier was thrown into the air and hit the top of his head off the wall and fell to the ground.
"Where's the next closest escape route out of the castle?" Miria asked me as I stared at her, a little impressed and wary of what she had done.'
"On the other side of the castle," I told her as we got back out and went on our way and as we made our way around a passage we saw a bunch of Helios' soldiers coming towards us and stopped in our tracks and a second later they came charging towards us, and vastly outnumbered, and we turned and ran, Miria saying the magic words she had said earlier and throwing some of the men down but replaced by other and we dashed down the corridors, but a few moments later I heard Miria falling to the floor and saw that it was the cause of her side. "Come on!" I told her, helping her back up by her hand as the soldiers drew near and continued on running.
"No, in here," Miria said, stopping me and going towards the room where the feasts were held which was destroyed.
"Why? we'll be-"
"Just do it!" she told me, going inside and I hurried in behind her and she slammed it shut, stood back and raised her bloodied hand from her side. "Onstyrian, onbre-" she she broke off, stumbling and I caught her just as she fell towards the ground as the door made a strange noise.
"Miria?" I asked, a little concerned.
"Sorry...just...dazed," she replied, putting her hand back on her side and looked at her worriedly. She had after all lost a good amount of blood.
"What did you do to the door?"
"Its enchanted. It should stop the soldiers from getting in while I try to do what I'm about to do,"
"And that would be?" I questioned as she righted herself and turned to face the room that was abolished and lined with the dead. The great table where they ate was no longer in the middle and lay broken at the left side of the room. The chair of where I sat was lay close to it in titters.
"I...hope to open a door in the air for us to get out of Camelot," told me slowly
I stared at her, and then became furious and gripped the Longsword in my hand tightly. "We didn't you do that when the rest of us were alive!" I shouted. Miria, seeing the blade shaking in my arm, stepped back, and opened her mouth to answer, but I continued. "Oh, yes, you wanted to protect yourself from us finding out about you! But was it worth it having my sister's, and our friends die for you, just to prevent us from knowing you had magic!"
Miria looked down at the ground, despair on her face, and that made me even more angrier with her. She didn't deserve to be saddened by their loss. It was her fault for not acting when she had the chance to save all of them. Though, that would've meant Agravaine would still be with them, but still...
"I know I messed up, but-"
"There's no "buts" about Miria, they're all dead!" I snapped at her.
At that moment there was slamming on the door and we both looked at it and more slamming.
Miria looked back in front of her and started saying strange words and the slamming became much louder and saw that the doors were budging.
I thought she said they were enchanted! I thought raising the sword I was holding up should they get through, then I recalled that Miria hadn't been finished on what she had been doing due to the affects of her wound, it seemed that way anyway.
I looked over my shoulder at her as she chanted and saw a gray haze forming together four feet off the ground in the center of the room. After a few more moments the mist came into the shape of a rectangle, the sides swimming in the mist.
Miria stopped chanting just as the doors came down to the ground and turned to see the soldiers pouring in.
"Go!" Miria shouted and we ran towards the haze, the soldiers chasing after us.
The sound of a crossbow letting lose a bolt caught my attention and Miria gasped and watched fall to the ground as I continue on, the bolt sticking out between her right ankle. Cursing, I stopped going for the mist that was beginning to disperse and headed back to Miria, but she looked up at me from the ground and rose her hand at me , sullenness mixed with pain on her face, and eyes widened as she begun saying the words she had used to throw the soldiers and knew that she was going to send me through the haze.
"Miria, no!" I yelled desperately. Even after everything that had recently occurred, I wanted to help her. To save her from being killed. But more than that, I wanted her by my side. Not because of her being able to use magic, but because she was the only friend I had left.
I saw Miria's eyes glow that gold colour and I was thrown back, and soared high into the air and stared at Miria in horror before she faded from her sight, seeing a soldier bringing his blade down, but to my shock had seen the leader of the men stop him. Helios. I just saw him looking at me as I watched Miria, now fearful for what he might do her as I passed through the haze and everything was gone.
The next second my body felt as if it was on fire, the armour tightening against my flesh and gritted my teeth, and shutting my eyes, but my teeth felt as if they were being uprooted and my eyes being gorged. The same feeling passing through every muscle in my body was being turned inside out.
Suddenly, the turning inside out feeling left, I felt myself falling through air and my body crash into something hard, hitting my head off something that felt like stone, the sword I had managed to hold onto slipping from my hand.
I groaned as the pain of what just occurred to me, stayed in my every muscle, but the sound of alarmed voices and swords being drawn around me made me open my eyes which stung, and my vision was blurry but I could make out men aiming swords at me as I lay there on the ground, and saw that I was in a room, and the familiarity of it made my heart sink. It was the room I had just left, but it was lighter, the flames lit. But as my vision cleared and gazed round, the room was no longer in pieces. Everything was laid down the way it was supposed to be whenever there was a feast held.
My vision was blocked off however as more men surrounded me instantly thought of Helios, but saw that the men were wearing chain mail armour, along with a red cape flowing behind them, but it was the yellow symbol on their capes that got my attention. A dragon.
Footsteps then caught my attention, and saw a man with blonde hair came into view, dressed in the same clothing the men came into view. He looked to be around the same age as me though I could've been wrong. He frowned down at me as I lay on the ground and looked ready to draw his sword if need be, which lay sheathed at his side, although the men around me pretty much had that covered. This was the guy that appeared to be in charge.
"Who are you?" he asked me, his voice cautious.
I didn't answer him.
"If you do not answer me you will be confined to the dungeons, until you are ready to speak."
I frowned up at him. "Who are you?" I asked in return.
He arched an eyebrow. "You break into Camelot, using magic, and you don't even know who I am?" he said, puzzled and I stared back at him equally puzzled. What was going on!
"Where...is Helios?" I then asked the man reaction was of surprise and the men around me pressed their blades closer to me and I could hear a big deal of murmuring around the room. The man above me fixed his expression which became serious.
"Helios, is dead," he growled down at me.
I stared up at him in surprise. "No, that's possible he was here not two minutes ago!" I tried to get to my feet but the blades came close to my face and neck and stayed where I was.
"Your lover is dead," the man said to me with disdain and I shot him a look of fury.
"He's is not my lover!" I shouted at him in disgust. "He killed everybody!" I felt my eyes beginning to water, and fought them back.
The mans expression changed to curiosity."Then why ask about him?"
"Because he was here!"
The man stared at me in bewilderment. "Helios was here, but we took back Camelot two weeks ago."
"Slain? ... Two weeks?" I stared up at him in confusion, not understanding anything.
The man however was getting impatient. "Look, will you just tell me who you are?" he said, and this made me even more confused. Did he and everyone of these men not recognized me?"
"You tell me who you are!" I shot back and he was jut as confused.
"My name is Arthur Pendragon. The King of Camelot."
I stared up at him and I could only imagine how much I looked like an idiot as I took in what he had just said.
"Now, will you tell me who-"
"Is this some kind of sick joke!" I cut across him, composing myself and glaring, startling the man claiming himself to be Arthur. The King of Camelot. His expression changed to anger.
"If you do not tell me who you are-"
"Oh, shut up," I snarled at him. "The only time there was a king was when my father was alive!"
"And who was you father?" the man asked, through his teeth and I stared up at him in surprise and then laughed.
"You say your the King and you don't even know who my father was," I said. "Good job on pretending to be King."
"Your father? King?" the man, Arthur, said, looking down at me in bewilderment.
"Your quite a tardy fellow aren't you," I sneered, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
"Take her to the dungeons," Arthur said with a glare and heard the men behind me take away their blades and felt a strong hand on the neck of my armour and force me up to my feet and let out a cry of pain as my muscles protested and my legs sagged beneath me.
"Stand," the man said gruffly and my eyes widened and turned my head around, and stared at the man in horror. It was Percival! He was alive!
"You!" I roared and closed my right hand into a fist, my muscles aching from doing so, and brought it to his face, but he caught my wrist with his other hand and twisted it and let out another cry of agony, through my clenched teeth, and brought my other hand to his face but it was also caught.
"Lively one, this one," said the man that held it and gasped, looking at him.
"Gwaine?" I exclaimed in surprise,
Gwaine stared at me in confusion, as I stared at him.
"Stop!" Arthur said and the two did so and I looked towards him and my mouth fell open seeing Elyan. "Gwaine, you know her?"
"No, Sire, I certainly do not," he said.
"Then how come-"
"Elyan...your alive!" I said in surprise. At this a women in a pink dress stood up and looked towards her, seeing distress on her face. "Guinevere!"
They all looked at me, in confusion, no recognition at all.
"No, no,no no, no," I said in despair and looked at Arthur. "What have you done to them!" I bellowed. I then looked up at Percival and then back to him. "Is Leon here too!"
"Ah, here," said his voice to my right and looked at him, dressed in the chain mail, looking as confused as the others.
"Will someone please tell me what eh bloody hell is going on!" Arthur said, staring from one person to the other.
"I do not think anyone knows, sire."
That voice... I followed from where it came from and saw, "Gaius" I said in disbelief and the old man, beside a servant boy looked towards me. He too showed surprise on his face.
"Okay," Arthur said impatiently, marching over to me as I blinked uncontrollably to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. Those that were my friends were alive didn't know me! "Who are you?"
I just stared silently back at him.