AN: Sorry it has taken so long to update but as I said my computer went bust and because I was on holiday from college I couldn't ad anything. But we have a new computer and as of now I can update more. Thanks to all you reviewers, you do help. Now on with the story.
Mya braced herself to hit the floor of the cave, so it came as a shock to her that instead of falling onto the hard cold floor she found herself in a pair of arms. Strong male arms she thought to herself, she looked up at the face of the one who had caught her, and was greeted by a pair of dark, beautiful eyes. Yet, she had been through so much during that past months, that it had become a reaction to shy away from any other human contact. All at once Mya became so confused, she wanted to escape the embrace of the man holding her, but found that she was unable to. His strength combined with her physical weakness made it impossible for her to break away from his grip. Instead she found herself looking to the an again, pleading. As she looked again, though, she realised it was the man from her dream, one of the ones whom she was to save. Desperate to escape the reality of her situation she struggled again, but still he held fast.
"Calm" he spoke, in a soothing voice "we mean you no harm, we've come to help you."
"Why?" she was curious to know why they wanted to help her, she was no one of importance, she knew the knights were only used to save important people "why?" she asked again.
Tristan looked at the struggling girl in his arms, he had not realised before how thin she was, the dress she wore made her appear to be larger than she was. He wondered just how long she had been held captive in that hell. As she struggled he held her, knowing that if he let her go she would instantly fall on the cold floor. He looked into her pleading eyes, and spoke words to try to calm her, but found himself shocked by her response. He had realised that by rescuing this ragged, thin young woman both Gawain and himself were risking their lives; yet when Arthur had given his order he had no argument against it, both he and Gawain had freely followed the woman. But why he thought to himself, he did not know, he had no response to give the woman held tightly against his chest.
"You seemed to need rescuing" inserted Gawain, jolting Tristan back into reality "so we thought we would come and see if you needed any help" finished Gawain as he looked at the fragile form in his companions arms.
"Do you not know that the Saxons are coming" Mya responded, curious to know if her companions were aware of the risk they were taking by trying to help her.
Gawain grinned and helped her to her feet "Why do you think we came to help you? Pretty young woman such as yourself out here, we would not want the Saxons to catch you now would we?"
This made Mya smile, "My name is Mya" wobbling slightly on her feet, despite the grip of the two strong men on either side supporting her.
"I am Tristan. This is Gawain. We are heading away from the Saxons, towards the wall, you should come with us. As Gawain said, we would not want you to cross paths with the Saxons."
Mya made no immediate response; she was torn, should she leave her home, her life to go with these men and live, or stay with everything she held dear and die at the hands of the Saxons? Looking around her cave, then out the door to the small mounds of earth, she chose that she should go with the men. Her parent had died to protect her, she would not let their sacrifice be in vain. "I will come with you" she responded "but may I take some things with me?" Tristan nodded, "But be quick, we have not much time."
She collected some new clothes to change into later, her bow, a quiver of arrows, two intricately carved long knives, some blankets, a few rolls of parchment, a quill and ink. She put it all into a leather bag with two straps attached to it. Both Tristan and Gawain were impressed by her weaponry, whether she had the skill to use it was another question. Mya threw on a cloak and put the pack on her back and followed the men out of the cave.
Just as they reached the entrance, she glance at the graves outside and remembered. Quickly running back into the cave, leaving the knights confused, she grabbed a small box on her bed and held it tight, before rejoining the knights. Tristan helped her onto his horse, putting her at the front, just in case she should fall again, and the three galloped back to the caravan, leaving behind the cave. Mya wondering all the time whether she would ever see it again, and what the future held for her, and the knights.
AN:so there you are another chapter, hope you like it. Please keep the reviews coming, the advice and suggestions help a lot, so I can know what to write.
