Summary: Adeline is Tristan sister. After she watches her homeland destroyed, Adeline decides to go and find her brother in Briton, but she is taken captive by the Saxons. What happens when she finally is able to find her brother and the other knights. LancelotOC most likely.

I don't own anything related to King Arthur. I only own the characters that I have created.

Author's Note: Sorry it has taken me so long to get a new chapter posted. It has been a crazy few months. I been busy helping out my brother's band and then I came down with mono. It didn't help either that I was having problems writing the beginning of this chapter. I don't like it that much, but it gets the point I was trying to get across. It's kind of a short chapter, next chapter should be longer. Please let me know what you think. Also I tried my best to catch all the grammar errors, but I know I probably didn't catch them all, so sorry.


Chapter 1 - Briton

Staring blankly around the dark tent Adeline wondered if she had really heard him correctly when Cynric muttered in this sleep. Adeline went to sit up, but was only pulled back down by Cynric, who pulled her closer to himself. If she had heard correctly he had developed feelings for her, 'but how?' she thought to herself. She had done nothing to cause these feeling in this man; Adeline had only done enough to ensure she kept herself alive. She had no other feelings then indifference towards the Saxon who had taken from her homeland. Many times his father, Cerdic had wanted to kill her, but Cynric had kept her alive this long year and a half. In the long run though Cynric had taken Adeline from her homeland and had taken part in killing her people, her family and Adeline couldn't forget or forgive that.

Sadness and anger burn in Adeline's chest and she quickly wanted to pulled herself away from him, but Cynric held on to her tightly. Closing her eyes and prayed that a moment would come where she could get free of the Saxon's and find her way to her brother, Tristan.

***

Death.

Adeline could feel it all around her, but all she could see was a cloudy grayness.

Then suddenly she was standing in the death. Bodies were scattered all over the place. Adeline looked down trying to figure who they were. Some looked to be Saxons; others were covered in strange blue markings, and the Sarmatians. Adeline chest began to tighten and then she saw him, her brother. Tristan looked like he hadn't aged a day since he left, but there he was lying amongst the dead. Tears began to fall down Adeline's cheeks…

Sitting straight up, Adeline felt "No," escape her lips and she realized her hand was on her chest, tears running down her cheeks. Adeline quickly glanced around to see if Cynric was there, but luckily he wasn't. Trying to control her emotions, Adeline told herself it was only a dream, but it didn't seem to help, she still felt very uneasy about it.

'Now is definitely the time to get to Briton,' Adeline thought to herself.


The young Woad woman looked around the woods anxiously waiting for Merlin. Why the Woad leader had asked to see her, Guinevere couldn't figure out. She hadn't done anything wrong, not that she knew of.

"Ah Guinevere, I am glad you decided to meet me out here," Guinevere heard Merlin say from behind her.

Quickly Guinevere spun around to see the older Woad man standing there. 'I didn't really think I had a choice,' she thought to herself, but she only gave him a nervous smile. "Anything to help our people."

Merlin smiled at her, "Good," he stepped closer to Guinevere, "A Saxon scouting group will be here in a week's time and a Sarmatian woman will be traveling with them. She is going to try and escape from them. I need you to take a few men with you and bring this woman back." Merlin paused trying to see that Guinevere understood what he was telling her.

Guinevere didn't understand why Merlin was asking this of her. Yes, she was a warrior but only an average one. There was nothing special about her that Merlin should ask her to do this. "Why are you asking me to do this? There are many others more qualified to do this task," she asked with a confused look on her face.

He only smiled at her, "Child, you have your own part to play in all of this and so does this woman. It will all be explained in time, do not worry."

All Guinevere could do was frown not satisfied with Merlin's answer.

"You must do anything to befriend this woman and bring her back here. Make sure she is not harmed."

Guinevere nodded her head still unsure why Merlin was asking her to go after a Sarmatian woman.


Cynric entered the tent, but Adeline made no signs to move towards the man, but she really hadn't moved from the furs all day. Her thoughts were too concerned with the dream she had had the night before and her plan to somehow to get to Briton.

"Here," Was all Cynric said as he tossed a bowl of bread and fruit at Adeline.

Adeline caught the bowl, a few grapes falling out on to the furs. Staring at the food, Adeline debated whether or not to eat the food or not. Her stomach growled, pulling off a piece of the beard Adeline realized she hadn't eaten anything all day and should probably eat something.

"We are leaving for Briton tomorrow." Cynric said not looking up from the food in his hands.

Adeline looked up from the food in her hands trying to hide the excitement that could possibly be showing on her face, "Briton? Why?" Smiling to herself Adeline realized the gods must be on her side after all.

Placing his empty food down Cynric walked over and sat next to Adeline on the furs. "You don't need to worry about why we are going. Just know that if I leave you here my father will kill you."

Adeline swallowed hard; she knew he was right, "Thank you for not leaving me here to die." She said trying to be as sincere about it as she possibly could.

***

Briton, Adeline smiled at the thought. She was finally here. Adeline had hoped to make it to Briton and now that she was here it seemed so unreal. Now all she had to do was get away from the Saxon's camp.

It was well past dark and seem like now would be the perfect time to run. Cynric was fast asleep as far as Adeline could tell and most of the other men would be a sleep too, accept for the few on watch.

Standing at the entrances to the tent Adeline looked back at Cynric's sleeping form and then she pulled back the flap to the tent back just enough so she could see out of it. None of the other Saxon's seemed to be paying attention to Cynric's tent and from what Adeline could see there only seemed to be two men on watch and hopefully it would be to her advantage. They were camped out in a forest in Briton and Adeline knew she needed headed farther in the forest to the left of the tent.

Watching the two men on watch Adeline waited for the perfect moment to run.


Guinevere was trying to be patience, but was finding it very hard to wait for this Sarmatian woman to appear somewhere in these woods. Merlin had told her to bring a few men with her and wait for the woman, but they had been here for several hours and there was no sign of her. Afraid they would not find the woman if they left the general area Merlin had told them to come to, Guinevere waited up on a tree branch hoping this woman would show up soon.

"Where is this woman Merlin told you to come out here for?" Failon asked quietly from somewhere nearby.

"I don't know. Now be quite!" Guinevere said harshly.

Then finally Guinevere heard someone running towards them, but they were being followed. Frowning Guinevere jumped from the tree branch, 'this wasn't going to be good' she thought to herself.


Her legs wouldn't move any faster, Adeline tried to make them, but they were already starting to hurt. Adeline could hear someone running behind her, but she didn't dare look behind her afraid of who it would be. Her lungs were screaming for her to stop, but Adeline knew she couldn't not until she got away from whoever was behind her.

Entering a small clearing Adeline saw a woman standing there staring at her intently. Seeing this it caused her to stop running and to stare back at the woman.

"I can help you," the woman said with a sly smile.

Adeline shot a quick glance behind her and there was the Saxon still running towards her.

The Saxon ran into her, hitting Adeline quit hard, knocking her over. The wind was knocked out of her and Adeline felt the back of her head hit something hard. As she laid there she became very dizzy and then the darkness came.


"Damn," Guinevere said to herself as she watched the Saxon hit the woman. "Can anything ever be easy?" The Saxon was now heading towards her, "No, never easy." Guinevere said pulling out her blade.

Failon appeared behind the Saxon, pushing his swords through the man's chest. Removing his sword from the dead Saxon, Failon smiled letting the man fall to the ground. "I believe I just save your life," Failon said with a cocky smile on his face.

Guinevere glared at her friend, "I could have handle the Saxon." Failon would probably hold this over her head for awhile. Turning her attention to the woman who was laying unconscious on the ground, Guinevere walked over to her.

"What do we do with her now?" Failon asked leaning over the woman.

"My friend, you get to carry her back to camp," Guinevere smiled at her friend patting him on the shoulder.


Short, I know, but please let me know what you think!