Authors Note: Hello everyone. This is going to be rewrite of one of my first fanfictions. Since I last updated anything I feel like I have grown in maturity as a writer and I would my works to reflect that. Most of these chapters probably won't change at all because I feel like they work well where as other will get a complete re write. Please bare with me, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from King Arthur and Gladiator.

Chapter 3

452 AD

The journey back to the fort was mostly quiet, with the exception of minor small talk and the odd joke between the knights. Flick and Steph rode their horses side by side and kept their distance from Rosita, who was at the front of the group discussing battle tactics and life in Rome with Arthur. They were suspicious of her, although they shared a mutual agreement that she looked familiar. Her long black hair (which was braided to keep her hair out of her face AN think Brunnhild from curse of the ring), high cheekbones, elegant nose, and green eyes as deep as a forest. She had all the features of a noble woman. Yet for Flick and Steph, the feeling of familiarity was becoming unshakable. It was her eyes that stood out the most. They were too familiar.

"I can't shake the feeling that I know her." Said Flick confusion.

"Me neither. Maybe we'll find out when we get to the fort. We're about an hour away now, then we'll find out whatever information we can. But after that, you'll be able to spend some quality time with Lancelot and tell him how you feel about him." Said Steph, smirking when she saw Flick blush deeply.

"I don't have any feelings for Lancelot other than those of friendship."

"That blush of yours says otherwise." Steph smiled as she saw Flick try to calm herself down. "Stop steering away from the truth and just admit it. You love him don't you?" Flick sighed deeply and finally nodded her head looking down at the back of her chestnut coloured horse's head. "Look, I know your too scared to tell him how you feel, but you needn't be. Just tell him. You never know, he may feel the same way." Steph said , taking Flicks hand in hers.

"Steph, I appreciate you trying to help me, but could you please drop it." She removed her hand from Stephs. "Any relationship with Lancelot is a lost cause and I have to accept that, ok? He is a womaniser and always will be. He will never love just one woman and there will be no point in trying to change him. Yes, I love him but I have accepted that he will never have an exclusive relationship with me." Flick said full of emotion.

Seeing Flick becoming so upset over the topic of Lancelot, shocked Steph. She'd never seen Flick get so worked up over a man before...then again, half of the things that Flick did since they arrived in this time was completely new to her too. Coming to this time period had changed them both. Steph had started to train as a healer and used only a little of her combat skills as she hated battles. She preferred the idea of giving life than taking it away.

Flick on the other hand had become slightly more aggressive and Steph sometimes wondered if she enjoyed fighting, She had also become a bit more emotional over the months, and that was why Steph decided to drop the issue of Lancelot...for now.

Meanwhile, at the head of the group, Arthur was having a discussion with Rosita about the issues of Rome and the problem that was once Commodus.

"I'm sorry, you said Commodus killed the Emperor because he was going to give the power of Rome to General Maximus? It seems a bit far fetched really, but, oddly enough I believe it to be the truth." He rode silently for a moment before continuing. "Why would someone want to kill their own father? Did Commodus not love his father? Did he not care for him at all?" Said Arthur in distress, he couldn't understand how anyone could be like that, how anyone could do something so terrible.

"Strangely enough, Commodus loved his father in his own warped way. But his love for his father was smothered by his love for power. His greed over powered everything. He wanted to have complete control of the Empire and was willing to do anything to get it. He did love his father and respected him right until Marcus began to grow sick in his old age. As soon as Commodus realised he could gain power he changed. Before that he was a completely different man. Don't underestimate anyone Arthur. Particularly those who desire power because they will do anything to get it, even destroy those who are closest to them. That's what Commodus did. He killed his father, tried to destroy the senate and the lives of myself, Maximus and his sister Lucilla, all in aid of getting what he wanted." Throughout all of this speech, Arthur listened intently, as well as those who were closest to the pair. "Greed is a terrible sin Arthur. It is so great that it is known as one of the seven deadly sins. It not only destroys the greedy, but also those around them. Never give in to it Arthur Castus, for you are too great a man to have such a sin hanging over your head." After saying this, Rosita went quiet, refusing to say anything more.

She slowed down a little to give Arthur some room to think about what she had said. After a time, a distant howl could be heard coming from the forest next to them. Each knight looked towards the sound only to find that it was Rosita's wolf friend running from the trees with what looked like a rabbit hanging from her mouth. Rosita smiled at her companion and whistled to her. At that sound, Lupe perked her ears up and ran as fast as she could to Rosita's horse who now stopped. The knights watching the wolf carefully thinking that the horse would get scared and rush off, but they were surprised when the stallion didn't move and the wolf jumped onto his back behind Rosita and sat there. As soon as the wolf was comfy, the stallion began to move again.

Wanting to know how the horse didn't become scared, Tristan pressed his horse forwards towards Rosita. His own dapple grey approached the stallion calmly so as not to worry him. When he had drawn level with Rosita the shewolf gave a low growl of warning to him before returning to her rabbit.

"Don't worry, she won't do anything." Tristan looked up from the wolf to Rosita who had a smile on her face. "She's just telling you to stay away from her food and to not harm me of course." She went quiet again, looking at her surroundings in wonder. She noticed Tristan's silence and knew that he only rode up to her to ask her a question. "You have a question. Ask away good knight before I die of old age."

"Why is it that your horse was not startled by the wolf running at him with such a speed?"

"They trust each other. We all do." Satisfied with the answer she gave, she turned back to surveying her surroundings and was pleasantly surprised when Tristan did not leave her side. He admired and respected her...for the moment, and that was good enough for her because it meant that the rest of the knights would begin to lighten up a bit more to her presence if one of them showed some sort of trust for the time being.

She took the time to really study the knight who was next to her out of the corner of her eye. He sat proudly and alert on top of a dapple grey mare who appeared to have the same pride as himself. He had shoulder length, dark brown hair with a number of braids in it; his dark brown beard and moustache had the signs of grey hair in it, but he wasn't that old, so Rosita concluded that this was down to stress; he had deep emotionless eyes that gazed at the environment intently looking for any sign of woad activity; his face was expressionless, showing no emotion making Rosita think that he considered his emotions to be a weakness; he wore his mission tunic and a cloak with his saber attached to his back and Rosita knew that he most likely had numerous throwing and fighting knives concealed all over him; his bow and quiver of arrows were attached to his horse where he could easily reach them; what stood out the most for Rosita was the markings on his cheeks. A symbol tattoo on each cheek, obviously they meant something, but she refrained from asking in case their was a personal story behind them.

Having decided that she was finished studying the silent knight she went back to surveying the area and riding in companionable silence, never realising that the scout had realised she was studying him (He was studying her also at the same time with out her realising) and had a small almost invisible smile on his face. Life at the wall, he knew, was going to change. He realised that this new woman could be a challenge when it came to battle and mind games, and he was looking forward to the very idea of it.