Disclaimer: "King Arthur" is not my movie and I don't own the characters from the movie.
A/N: Review and critique always welcomed! I would also like to thank my beta for being awesome and helping me fix my story.
For the rest of the day Kassandra drifted in and out of consciousness. Once, she woke up and saw people sleeping around her. She tried to get up but her strength was gone. She looked at the sheet that covered the wagon and realized that snow clung to it, before her memory came back, she felt someone gently pick her up. She tried to struggle but strong arms held her still. She looked up in defiance and saw her rescuer. He had long blond hair that hung loose around his shoulders.
"Your arm is broken," her rescuer told her as she just looked at him. He fidgeted as her green eyes seemed to pierce his soul.
"What is your name, sir knight?" Kassandra croaked. She winced at the sound of her voice. The knight smiled and held up a cup. He helped raise her head so that she could drink from the cup. He wrapped his left hand around her black hair and tossed it behind her back. She drank quickly from the cup then began to choke from inhaling the water. He quickly took the cup away as she gasped for breath. She felt her body strengthen from the water.
"My name is Gawain," the knight said as he held her arm. She looked away and bit her lip as he set her arm back in place. "And your name, lady?" Gawain asked.
Kassandra snorted when he called her lady. He looked at her in surprise as she pulled away from him. "I'm no lady," she muttered as she pulled her arm away from him and dragged her body to the corner of the wagon. Gawain looked at her dejectdly as she turned her side to him. She hated getting close to people. Every time she did the curse would happen and they would try to kill her. She turned her head and refused to look at Gawain. Butterflies seem to flutter in her stomach as she felt him start to leave. "Kassandra," she said loud enough for him to hear her. She didn't turn to look at him but felt him turn to look at her. Then he was gone.
She turned and looked out through the back of the wagon. Another wagon followed behind hers. "Lucan!" she whispered to herself and moved quickly to the end of the wagon. She pulled her legs over the edge of the wagon and allowed herself to fall to the ground. Her legs gave way immediately, and she stared in horror as the other wagon approached. Before it could hit her, someone picked her up and placed her back on the wagon she had left. She looked down and stared at Gawain.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?" Gawain nearly yelled.
"Guinevere…" Kassandra coughed. She wasn't going to let him know that her main concern was Lucan.
"She's in the wagon in front of you," Gawain said as he let her go. "I'll take you to her," he stated as he ran to the side of the wagon. She cursed at herself, sure that he wasn't going to come back. A hand entered her vision and she looked up and stared at the blond knight. He now rode a horse and held his hand out to her. She grabbed his hand with her good arm and he helped her onto his horse. He then trotted over to the wagon in front of hers and helped her sit on the Wagon edge. Guinevere looked up and stared at Kassandra in surprise.
Kassandra nodded to Guinevere and dragged her body over to the Woad princess. Glancing over to her right side she saw Lucan lying on a pile of blankets. He moaned weakly as a man and woman looked after him. Kassandra recognized the man as Dagonet. She smiled to herself when she realized that this man had appointed himself as Lucan's keeper. It was better for Lucan to have a man as a guardian than her.
"Princess," Kassandra whispered as she sat next to Guinevere. Guinevere looked at Kassandra then nodded.
"I am glad to see you are still alive, cousin," Guinevere said softly. Kassandra snorted and shook her head.
"Barely," Kassandra said as she lay down.
"You do not feel well?" Guinevere asked.
"I feel human. My body is completely sore and I almost died a few minutes ago," Kassandra muttered.
"What?" Guinevere asked in surprise.
"I just need some food, water and a good night's sleep," Kassandra muttered as she yawned.
"Sleep soundly, dear cousin," Guinevere said as Kassandra's eyes closed. "We are safe with these knights." Guinevere smiled when she realized that Kassandra was fast asleep.
Kassandra had taken most of Guinevere and Lucan's punishments to save them, but even she wasn't strong enough to take all of the punishments. The Woad princess wondered if Kassandra had ever slept during their captivity. It seemed that almost each time Lucan or she was dragged out of their cage, Kassandra threw a fit and was beaten instead. It was time for her cousin to rest and regain her strength. Guinevere looked over at Lucan and smiled softly. Dagonet was looking after the boy as if he were his own son.
A monk was thrown at Cedric's feet. Cedric looked down at the monk curiously.
"He says they walled him up in a building and took the family," a soldier told Cedric, the Saxon leader.
The monk cautiously looked up at his captors.
"Someone who goes by the name of Artorius," the soldier continued.
"It's him," the traitor stated as he looked down at the monk. "It's Arthur."
"Take your men east. Hunt them down," Cedric told his son, Cynric. "I'll take the main army to the wall. Bring the family there." Cedric looked at his son who looked away. He wasn't going to promise anything to his father.
"And the monks?" the soldier from earlier asked.
"Put them back where you found them," Cynric stated, refusing to look at the monk on the floor.
"I am a servant of God!" the monk yelled as he got to his feet. "Please, I… I am a servant of God!" he yelled as the soldiers pulled him up roughly and dragged him away. "Unhand me, you defiler!" the monk's screamed faded as he was dragged back into his tomb.
Cedric looked around him at the estate and sighed. "Burn it all," he ordered as he turned. He stared in surprise as a middle aged woman stood before him. Her long blonde hair flowed in the wind. Weapons pointed at the woman's throat. She half smiled as her eyes swept around looking at everyone.
"Who are you? And what is your name?" Cedric asked as Cynric moved closer to the woman.
"You may call me Lady Morgana, Lord Cedric." The woman said as she half bowed to Cedric. "Someone who can help you win this war," Morgana said as she pushed one blade away from her neck. "If you take my help then you will win. If you don't allow me to help you then you will lose this war."
"And what makes you think we need a woman's help?" Cynric hissed as he stormed over to her, his sword raised ready to strike her down.
"It would be better for you to not point that sword at me, Cynric. I may be trying to ally myself with your father but I have no problem defending myself," her eyes glowed red and her voice seemed to be doubled by another voice.
"What kind of magic is this?" a soldier asked as Cedric looked at Morgana curiously.
"What do you want in return?" Cedric asked as he waved his hand. The soldiers lowered their weapons as Cynric looked at his father disapprovingly.
"A young boy travels with them. A young boy travels with them… you are not to harm him. He is all I want." Morgana said as her returned to their previous blue color. "If you promise his safety then I will help you with my magic."
Cynric looked at his father who just stared at the woman.
"We will see if you can help us," Cedric said reluctantly as he turned and started to walk away. "Come with me. Cynric! Follow the knights, kill them, and bring the boy with the family back," Cedric yelled not turning back to look at his son. Cynric glared at Morgana who smiled and winked at him.
"Get to like me, Cynric. You will need me to be on your side if you want to live in the future battle." Two soldiers pushed Morgana toward Cedric who had turned to glare at the woman.
"Move it," one soldier yelled as he pushed Morgana forward.
Morgana swiftly turned and stared at the soldier. He screamed in surprise as his body suddenly bursted into flames. "You never push a sorceress." Morgana yelled.
Cedric waved his hand as his soldiers grew tense. "Enough, sorceress. You have proven your power. Come with me and we will discuss your role in this war." Morgana looked down at the pile of soot that was once a soldier, then over at Cynric. Her eyes danced with evil then she looked away and headed to Cedric. Cynric ran over to his father and looked back at the sorceress.
"Father, let me take her with me to fight the knights," Cynric whispered in his father's ear.
"Are you afraid of these knights?" Cedric asked, taunting his son. Cynric shook his head vigorously.
"No father, I just…"
"Then go and bring the boy back here. The sooner we have him in our hands the better are our chances of keeping the sorceress on our side," Cedric hissed as he pushed his son away. "Set these houses on fire sorceress," Cedric commanded Morgana.
"I only use my magic to kill people. Not for petty acts of cruelness." Morgana stated as she turned her back to the Saxon leader. She looked back, her eyes taunting him. Cedric realized that she was testing him. If he failed it would be hard for him control her. He looked at his soldiers and pointed at three of them. The three held unlit torches in their hands. They walked over to him then he beaconed for Morgana to join them.
"Light these up," he commanded. She smiled and raised her hand over the sticks. Almost immediately, the sticks were on fire. Cedric looked at her and saw her smile at him. He had passed her test in a way that she hadn't expected. He knew that she would now listen to his commands.
