Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with King Arthur. I do, however, own the OC's and the plot.
Plot: TristanxOC, GalahadxOC. Fifteen years after Arthur's knights have been allowed to go home, Tristan and Ghost have had a baby girl. When the knights are called back for duty to Rome, what happens when they find they have someone following them?
A/N: I give all of my thanks to Solaris8, my muse. :D
1 Week Later…
Tristan stands up from his bent-over stance, breathing heavily. He looks up the rows of the Coliseum, where the Emperor makes his decision, and gives him a thumbs-up. Tristan lets out the breath that he was holding as the crowd goes wild, and closes his eyes. There is someone at his elbow, steering him away from the crowd and back to the underneath of the Coliseum. He is thrown into a cell, hitting the floor hard and falling into unconsciousness almost immediately.
Waking up to the sound of his people talking, he squints and notices Ghost at his cell door. Slowly, and painfully, Tristan sits up and crawls over slowly, looking at his one love sitting there with a pained expression. She is in a beautiful dress, whose hem is getting dirty from the floor. She reached a hand through the cell door and places it on his weary face, to which he leans into.
"Tristan….Tristan, please win the next fight. It's your last one…and then leave Rome. Go away, and find Saira for me." Tristan looks up at her, suddenly shocked, wary and anxious. He shakes his head and coughs out,
"I can't leave….I can't leave you again." Ghost looks as if she is going to cry, and she shakes her head, white-blonde hair falling into her face.
"You must, my love." When Tristan asks her why, she stands up and starts to walk away. He calls out to her, reaching through the cell door, pleading for her to stay. Once she is gone from his sights, he slumps down and, for the first time since he was a child, lets tears streak down his face. He looks up at the ceiling, wondering how much he must have angered the Gods to cause him to lose the one thing that he has loved more than anything, so many times.
After another night in the cell, he watches as the sunlight flows through the cracks in the cell wall, the Guards walk up to his cell and drag him out, giving him only a sword. They walk him out to the entrance of the Coliseum, where he walks out into the bright sunlight. He walks out and sees his opponent, and the fight starts. As his opponent runs up to him, he drops his sword and closes his eyes, focusing on a mixture of the sound of the metallic sound of his sword clanging the ground; and his comrades yelling at him to pick it up. There is a feeling of sharp pain through his abdomen, and he looks down to see the other warriors sword half inside of him. He feels the burning sensation as the man pulls it out of him, and watches his punch Tristan square in the jaw. When Tristan hit's the ground, his opponent kicks him over and over, Tristan feeling his rib bones crack and blood pours out from his mouth. Finally, he reaches out for his sword and rolls onto his back, his opponent skewering themselves through the heart. He drops the sword, the man falling himself, then struggles to his feet. The crowd is quiet as the Emperor raises his thumb up high, then drops it down low. Tristan's shoulder's slump and Arthur looks down, his men roaring and Guards having to hold them back. Ghost screams out in horror, and climbs to the Coliseum's Arena, running towards him with tears streaking down her face.
A huge man, larger than Dagonet, stalks out to where Tristan is. He is dragging an axe behind him, and his head is covered by a black bag-like hat. Tristan bows his head and closes his eyes, and the large man raises the axe high above his head. Just before Ghost can reach the two, the man drops his axe down onto Tristan's neck with a sickening crunch. Ghost cries out in complete agony, falling to her knees as Tristan's body falls to the arena. Arthur looks away, tears standing in his eyes, and Bors yells out in anger, tears falling down his cheeks. All of the Sarmatian warriors, except for Dagonet, and crying outwardly. Galahad falls to the floor, his head in his hands.
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~R