That night it was pouring rain, I forgot to bring cloak and I was freezing, and we had no fire, so no warmth for me. I pretty much had to cuddle with Mila, who did have a clock with her, while it felt like winter was coming.

Everyone was gathered around the fire, the knights especially waiting for me and Mila's explanation on what we did earlier today in the forest.

I looked at all the knights before looking at the fire and starting my tale. "I came to this island eleven years ago. I don't remember how I got here; I just woke up with blue people around me. They saved my life that day; they took me in as one of them. They taught me their language and how to fight. I fought with them for a year as a Woad, lived with them as a Woad, and speak like them. They changed me life forever. After a year I was captured by Bishop Germanius and that is how I came into the service of him, a prisoner of war." I wasn't going to say anymore then what they needed.

It was Mila's turn for her story, which was the same as mine but later on then me. "The same thing happened to me, just three years later with my nefew. They taught me the same things for the one year I was with them, and then I was also taken as a prisoner of war. That is how we know the Woads and have so close ties with them. In a way, they are family to us."

It felt weird telling them the story but I was glad it was over. The knights broke off into different groups, Arthur completely left the camp and ten minutes later, we broke off into our own groups. No one talked until Gawain started to speak, breaking the quietness of the forest and the tension between both groups.

"Argh! I can't wait to leave this island. If it's not raining, it's snowing. If it's not snowing, it's foggy." Gawain started the conversation.

"And that's the summer!" Exclaimed Lancelot who was standing on the outskirt of the camp.

"The rain is good. Washes all the blood away." That was a good point. I give a point to Bors for actually having a brain.

"Doesn't help the smell." Pointed out Dagonet. A point to him as well.

After a second of quietness, Lancelot spoke. "Hey, Bors, do you intend to take Vanora and all your little bastards back home?"

"Oh, I'm trying to avoid that decision...by getting killed." Umm, no he gets no points. "Dagonet, she wants to get married and give the children names." And what is so bad about that? He lost all brownie points he won earlier.

"Women!" What is wrong with us? "The children already have names, don't they?" Everybody has a name! No brownie points for Tristram.

"Just Gilly. It was too much trouble, so we gave the rest of them numbers." Now that was messed up. Imagine someone askes your name and you say your name is number five. Poor kids I have to say.

"That's interesting. And I thought you couldn't count." Lancelot won twenty brownie points with that right there. Everybody chuckled at that, you had to give it to him, he was good.

"You know, I never thought I'd get back home alive. Now I've got the chance, I...I don't want to leave my children."

"You'd miss 'em too much." Responded Dagonet.

"I'll take them with me." He took a breath. "I like the little bastards. They mean something to me. Especially number three. He's a good fighter." Oh! He loves them, I wish my dad did.

"That's because he's mine." Lancelot told Bors, which made everybody snort.

"I'm going for a piss." And he left the camp.

After a while of silence, Arthur came back and sat down with his knights. When Bors eventually got back, Arthur stood up.

"Knights!" He called and everybody was listening to him. "Ladies." he bowed his head in our direction and we bowed our heads back.

"As many of you know, we are to save a Roman family in need. Saxons are coming and the family need to safely arrive at the wall. Our goal is the son Alecto but the famly comes. We arrive tomorrow. Lancelot, first watch. Gawain, second watch. Dagonet, third watch. Lady Dominika, could you spare some of your ladies for watches?"

"Yes. Justine, first watch." I pumped my fist in the air. "Yes, I get the cool one."

"Justine." She warned me. "Fine. He could bet me and I resign. He is deadly and I won't mess with him." "Ugh!" She yelled out in fusteration. "That was not what I was talking about Justine. Now stop messing around."

"Damn girl, is it your time of the month." By this time, Dominika face was red from anger.

"Justine." She said as calmly as she could, and I was really scared. She never got this mad except to Iseult. "Get. To. Work." I just stared at her, mouth open. Oh crap! She was dead serious.

"Don't make me say it again, get up and do your watch." She quickly reached in her belt and I knew it was a dagger she was reaching for, but I couldn't move. All of this was new to me, never has Dominika done this to me.

She flung the dagger towards me and nicked my arm, tearing my shirt on the sleeve.

"Oh shit! Okay, I get it. I'm going." I pulled the dagger from the tree, some of my blood on the blade and walked towards her. I stopped right in front of her, wiped the blood on her tunic before handing her the handle of the dagger. She took it and it seemed like she just noticed what she did.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. Here, let Myla clean it for you. I'm so sorry."

I placed my hand on her arm. "Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. Everything is okay."

"No, I let my anger get the best of me and attacked my sister-in-arms, which should not have happened. Let Myla look at it."

"I can clean it later; everybody knows how to clean a wound, no need for a healer. And about you attacking me, it's okay. Now, I will go and do my watch with funny guy over there." I got up and dragged Lancelot with me to do our watch while I yelled out behind my shoulder.

"Next time, use your anger on the Saxons, seems like your going to need it. It will help you." And without waiting for a response, I dragged Lancelot in the forest. Oh! This trip is so going to be fun and worth the many pains we are going to go through.

"Okay, I'll climb the tree and if you need help with all that armor you have on, then tell me. It will help us have a better view without being caught."

I swiftly climbed up the tree making room for Lancelot, waiting for him until he need my help getting up. "Damn! You really need to take off your armor, it's weighing you down, you know." I exclaimed as he sat down on a tree branch, making it shake under the weight. All he did was snort.

I climbed two more feet and sat down on a branch, Lancelot sat down next to me. For the longest time we sat down in silence, until Lancelot broke the silence, which I bet was suppose to be the time we were to wake up the next people to take watch, so I'm guessing, hours later.

"What happened back at the forest? I noticed you left things out and I won't let you get away with it." I gave him a question look, how did he catch that?

"I do that same thing." Oh! I nodded my head and looked foward.

"When I first came to Britain, I was alone. Didn't even have weapons to defend myself, food to feed off, nothing. My third day, after taking some food from travelers at night, did the Woads find me. They welcomed me, became one of them. I was seventeen back then. Mila was just asking a question about someone she knows, but the news was not good. Then he left."

"How did you get in the service of Rome?" I asked curiously.

"Like any Sarmatian, taken for fifteen years from home, to serve Rome as knights and protect the same people who imprisioned us. It's something forced, not a choice. Just when we are about to be free man and go back home, we are sent of to a suicide mission, maybe less of us will make it back to recieve our freedom." He was angry about his freedom being delayed, I have no idea how that is, and maybe I never will. Having your freedom delayed is something I would get angry over.

"At least you got Sir Artorius as your leader. Imagine if someone like the bishop was your leader. It's terrible." He laughed under his breath.

"How do you last with him as your leader?"

"Escape as often as I can. Just before you guys came two days ago, I escaped that night to the Woads. At the fight, I was fighting for the Woads. Felt good to bring down those bastards. We thought that the bishop would be in the carriage so when Sir Artorius went to the carriage, Bors said it was 'a bloody mess', I was beyond happy that he was died, but he wasn't. I thought for once and for all, he was gone and out of my hand, but he's still alive, back at the wall. I would talk back to him as much as I could, as long as Dominika didn't interven, I would get in trouble. I didn't care; it was something I was use to, nothing new."

"You have any sibilings?" I had to laugh; man did I have a big family.

"Yes, ninteen sibilngs to be exact."

"Ninteen?" He voice went all squicky.

"Yes. My parents never married and always were with different people. Mom had eight and dad had twelve with five other women, this does not include me. You?"

"A sister from what I know."

"What was her name?" Please don't say Jayda, I beg you!

"Jayda." Dammit! "Yours? They don't have numbers right?" I chuckled.

"No. Jason is my older brother, I was the second oldest. My younger brother Alex, everybody else is half-sibilings, which means we only have one parent that is the same. Mom had Kent, Declan, Chad, Trent and Grace. Dad had Julian, Mason, Derek, Anthony, James, Paul, Kristiana, Lydia, Layla, Aaron, Faye, and Elaine. It was a hectic household; twelve of us lived in a house together all the time. The other nine came and went whenever their mom let them come over. It wasn't a big house, seven boys and five girls. We had a basement and three bedrooms. The boys stayed in the basement, my parents shared a bedroom, my four sisters shared a room and I pretty much got stuck with the closet. It's nice when you have many sibilings but I grew up not having the luxury of that. The next girl to be born was Kristiana and I was nine, and the boys would always whine about girl cooties and crap, didn't want me to play with them.

It was a tough lifestyle, I felt like I was always being ignored. They both went to see my sibilings games, but not mine, but they did remember me when the house had to be clean." I didn't know why but tears started to come out, slowly then it turned into balling my eyes out. I leaned my head against the tree and just cried while drops of rain hit me on my face.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have opened my mouth. I'm sorry I put this on you, it was unkind of me. I've told Mila, Myla and Lyra but it seems like we each have or own problems and...I don't know, it just felt different telling you, like I'm ready to give up that life and letting it be and letting it stay in the past. Thank you." I don't know how any of this happened. Without knowing, I would tell Lancelot anything, it really was wierd. I have this feeling; like I can trust him and that he would understand and put everything behind for the time being.

He grabbed me, so that I was leaning on his shoulder. He rubbed his arms up and down my arm, giving me warmth. "You don't have to be sorry." This confused me; I thought he was the cocky type, not very sincere kind of guy. We stayed like that the whole night, only did the sun come up did we get off the tree to wake everybody up.

After waking up everybody, getting breakfast and getting the horses ready, did we finally make our way to the estate of this Roman. Oh joy!