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Chapter Ten

That morning, there was no life among the halls of Badon Hill keep. There were no animals; no children running around like they usually would have been Eydie assumed. There was nothing. It was desolate. A home to so many people and it was about to be destroyed. They were fleeing, leaving a home many had probably known since childhood, traveling down an old road towards the coast and... she was among them. That morning Guinevere had come to her, asking her to stand and fight for her home but Eydie had refused her. She would not kill unless defending herself. Her home, that could be rebuilt, her people could not and that is why she chose to not fight more so than anything else aside from her better nature. As Guinevere left her in a huff, Eydie's mind had brought back the memories of her last three nights with Cynric. They were vivid, they were heated and they made her very flustered. She could still feel what it was like to have him kiss the hollow point of her throat, carve a hot path down her belly to her hip where he had bit down marking her, making her shudder in pleasure. Physically she'd shuddered as she remembered it and had quickly moved to aid the knights with their things before being given a horse to ride.

Now here they were. She had watched Bors leave the line and salute Arthur who sat atop his mount on a hill that had overlooked the road they'd been on, before he had returned to the line. Silence encompassed the entire party and Eydie sat on her horse, albeit a little uncomfortably due to the dress she was still wearing, keeping her mouth closed.

Drumbeats pierced the air suddenly and startled the horses. Eydie found Galahad catching the reins of hers when she couldn't control him and thanked him. Moments passed and Eydie saw the looks the men shared and had to respect them. They loved Arthur, she knew that now seeing that they were going to go back and fight alongside him.

Her heart hammered in her chest as a realization came over her. She loved Cynric. In only a short amount of time, she had fallen for a man who was her enemy, the one thing she should not love and she did. He was walking right into death and these knights would be too. When they were gone, Eydie stayed where she was, hanging her head. "What's the matter, young one?" Eydie looked at Vanora who came to stand beside her horse. The woman was Bors' lover and the mother to the numerous children they had coupled.

She sighed and wiped away a tear that strayed down her cheek. "I can't go," she admitted, more to herself than the woman.

"But of course you can, dear, when the battle is over, we will come back and start afresh," Vanora told her. Eydie shook her head and climbed off the horse, standing in front of the woman.

"I can't when someone I hold so close to me is facing death," she remarked and Vanora inquired as to what she was going to do. Looking at the horse and then to the forest, she said she was going to go to the armory, confusing the older woman who could do nothing but stand and watch the girl disappear into the forest on the back of the horse.

Eydie found the small village that she knew was within the forest borderline. The armory hadn't been cleaned out and she found the weapons she felt most comfortable with; an ax and a dagger. She wouldn't need them for long with what she planned to do. In her mind she had it all worked out as she stripped off the dress and then became what she was, what her people were, what she should have been. A Woad. Blue paint and leather covered the small sixteen year old who moved quickly through the forest, her feet carrying her like they were being pushed by the wind.

She could hear someone beside her and glanced round, thinking someone was ambushing her, only she found nothing but forest. It came again and she spun round, screaming and falling backwards when her mother and Cynric's mother appeared from nowhere. Looking up at them as she collected her ax, she waited for them to speak, knowing that was why they were here. "I thought we told you to stay close to him?" Nimue remarked.

"You did and I did and look where it got me, I am in love with a Saxon," she replied heatedly as she stood up. "You both knew it was going to happen, didn't you? I may only be sixteen but I am not foolish. Father would never have sent me on the mission without prompting from others. You know this and so do I. I am not a fighter. I have killed one man and now I am running head first into a battle with little idea as to how I am going to..."

"Child we knew, the necklace showed it. We just pushed it along a little faster. Nimue said that you would still meet Cynric, not in the previous way fate had planned for you, but you would not have met until well... Cynric was near death." Eydie looked at the two spirits. "He isn't supposed to survive this battle Eydie and trying to save him will only cause a rift in what is supposed to happen."

She scoffed, her demeanor had changed in mere moments. The small soft spoken girl didn't stand before the two mothers, instead a young woman with a point to prove did. "You altered fate," she accused.

"We pushed it, we didn't alter things too much. If you do this you'll not like the consequences," Eloisa said pointedly.

Eydie didn't say a word, she just turned and headed towards where the smoke rose over the trees. "Eydie!"

"You altered my fate and made me love him, now I'm going to rewrite the future," she called back to them before breaking into a run.

The smell of blood, smoke and sweat reached her senses just before she broke through the forest line to find the massacre right before her eyes. Bodies lay across the ground, mutilated, bloodied and already been attacked by flies that had been drawn to the heat. Eydie moved through the bodies and fighting sides carefully weaving and ducking where a fight may occur. Her brown eyes searched the ground and the faces of those still standing trying to find him.

A shield came into her line of vision but Eydie didn't move quick enough and it slammed into the side of her face, knocking her to the ground as she coughed out blood from where her teeth had cut into the inside of her cheek during the impact. Looking up, she met soulless brown eyes. Raewald. The Saxon smirked at her and raised his sword. Almost like lightning touching the Earth, someone rushed by, slicing the back of his knees. Eydie saw another flash and then suddenly Guinevere was on the man's back. Three more Woad women attacked the large Saxon and as Guinevere choked him with wire, Eydie looked at the dagger in her hand. She moved and before her mind could comprehend her own actions, she forced the dagger through his armour and right into his heart.

His eyes were wide as he looked down at the dagger in his chest.

Guinevere got him to the ground and Eydie saw her smile at her before she turned her head to another part of the battlefield, Eydie followed her gaze and saw him. Her sister rushed to attack him, remembering him from the ice and Eydie got dragged by her hair backwards suddenly, causing her attention to divert to the Saxon who tried to gut her with a very bloodied short ax.

She used her small frame as an advantage and rolled back, kicking the man in the chest and knocking him to the ground. Again- before her mind could tell her she was murdering a person, she dragged her dagger across his throat.

Looking up, trying to find Guinevere and Cynric who were fighting one another. She found them when two fighters were shot to the ground before her. She managed to get to her feet and race towards them, only a horse nearly trampled her and she found Lancelot getting off it and moving to aid his sister as Cynric brought his sword down. For the briefest of seconds, Eydie's eyes slipped shut and she ended up being knocked to the ground by a Saxon. He crushed her nearly beneath the weight of himself and his armour and Eydie cried out, trying to push him off her.

With a long groan and pushing with both her hands and her legs, she managed to roll the lifeless body off her.

She got to her feet and turned to find Lancelot on his knees, an arrow pierced through his armour, just below his heart and Cynric was bracing his weight on his knees and one hand, clutching at his stomach. Rushing over as Lancelot fell to the ground unconscious, Eydie knew he would have aid soon and dropped down beside Cynric.

"Cynric, how bad is it?" she asked in one breath, as she gripped his arm.

He glanced at her slightly, his eyes clearly showing his disbelief before it disappeared behind pain. "Bad," he coughed, spitting blood down onto the ground.

"Come," she said, tugging him up by the arm. He groaned and nearly doubled back over, but Eydie just walked, trying to keep him awake long enough to get somewhere safe.

She struggled to get far as Cynric's weight became a burden on her when he started to fall into unconsciousness. Reaching where she had tied her horse up, she managed to get Cynric onto him before getting up behind him. Turning the horse, she headed north, the way in which the Saxons had come from and prayed Cynric did pull through as she looked down at the now fully unconscious man who was laying over the horses neck.

Covered in blood, Eydie wondered what the place she was heading to would think of her when she arrived. The tip of northern Briton was home to Woads who lived just like her own did but they visited the villages of the settlers and had no quarrel with them. They had distanced themselves from the Romans due to many being former slave traders who still enjoyed catching Woad girls and selling them at slave markets in places such as Gaul.

Her three day journey would only take two for she refused to stop.

Eydie only hoped the Romans had already left the settlements up here but knew there was every chance that many of them would stay behind, start lives here, but she also knew the trouble that could come of them doing so.

Leaning forward over Cynric's back, she pressed her lips to his dirt covered cheek and nuzzled the side of her face with his affectionately as she whispered to fight and not give up.