For this fanfic, I have another chapter planned. It took a while trying to find Nordic gods that fit what I wanted, but I like trying to be accurate, so here it is. I hope you like it, as always, I do not own the King Arthur movie, characters, and dialog, nor do I own Kagome, Shippo or anything from the Inuyasha universe. I am simply a fan who wanted to combine the two in a whirlwind.
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The Saxon scout was brought forward, presenting his findings to Cerdic. "I found tracks coming from the south, but none going back. Horsemen traveling light and fast. Could be Roman cavalry. Could be knights."
Cerdic took a moment. The speed was too fast, their movement from the Roman stronghold a quick turnaround considering the growing size of their party from how empty the village was. "They left nothing worth pillaging, no villagers to kill. They know we're after them."
"They'll head east now, through the mountains."
The priest brought attention to himself, his yelling rambling doing nothing to help his well-deserved situation. "God's holy work has been defiled, by you and the demoness and her unholy fox child. I am a servant of God! I do not fear you or this vixen of the night! No, please, I… Agh!"
The traitorous villager Raewald made his own insert. "He says they walled him up in a building and took the family and serfs. Someone who goes by the name of Artorious."
"It's him, it's Arthur." ((King of the Britains, lol (^u^) ))
Cerdic took this information, but the mention of demoness was puzzling. "Who is this woman he mentioned?"
Raewald stepped forward then. "She is said to be a demon, taking on the form of a black-furred fox or wolf-like half human form. With her she has a red fox as a son, both having exhibited unknown magic or power of some kind. She travels with the knights."
Cerdic thought on this description. The black fur and canine-like features are more closely related to a timber wolf, the dark fur aiding in any traveling at night undetected. The red fox much like a pine marten, playful and childlike but showing strength… "It seems the Knights have captured a god and goddess."
"Ummm… sir?" The confused face on his scout made him punch the dolt in the face. "Do you not know your own heritage?! They have Moona, goddess of the moon, stealth and war, and one of the twins, Magnur or Modin, god of survival and strength! She must not be the mother by direct descent, but indeed the two would be aunt and nephew. A powerful two in the coming battles. We must have them to weaken this Arthur and his legendary knights. Spread the word. I want the woman and child alive. Take your men east. Hunt them down. I'll take the main army to the wall. Bring the family there, but if you capture the woman and child, send them to me immediately."
"And the monks?"
Cerdic took a moment to look back before disgust took his gaze. "Put them back where you found them."
"I am a servant of God! Please, I … I am a servant of God. I tortured that demon child to show him the way. I do not deserve this! Unhand me, you defiler."
"Wait," Cerdic's order and raised tone had the men halt, the priest in his hold. He stepped forward, his heavy steps drawing the attention of those around him. He gripped the Priest's jaw, bringing it close to his face. "What did you just say about the child?"
"It is unholy, it needed to be shown the light, the right path to God. I did my duty."
Cerdic's grip tightened. "You harmed the godchild." Seeing and feeling his anger finally pushed through the priest's delusional mind, now trying to pull away from the danger in from of him. "You will not be holed up like the others-" there was slight relief before the grip tightened again, the priest's jaw cracking under the pressure, eliciting a yelp of pain as tears fell from his deranged eyes, clearer than they had ever been. "-you will come with us, pulled by horse. Chain him." As the struggling priest was pulled away, the others buried alive, Cerdic turned back towards the main estate, light in his eyes. "Burn it all."
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The next night, Lancelot got the quite the show by Guinevere before shoving his foot in his mouth. The minx knew he was watching as she bathed, and made sure he got plenty to look at. However, it was her later conversation that angered and confused him. She had cornered him at the edge of the camp, not that he would ever confess to being cornered by a woman unwillingly, to start a flirtatious interrogation.
Looking up, her eyelashes fluttering as the eye that peaked out from her shadowy eyelids reflected the moonlight alongside her pale skin, she inquired, "What was it like, your home?"
He didn't know whether to allow attraction or revulsion to take hold, his head thinking of his loyalty to Arthur, while the other sought to be entertained by this Woad enchantress. "We sacrificed goats, drank their blood, danced naked around fires. All I do remember—home—oceans of grass from horizon to horizon, further than you can ride. The sky, bigger than you can imagine. No boundaries."
As his tone lightened, a longing forbade by his tone as he described home, tugged at Guinevere's heart. She knew that Arthur had to be her husband, her chosen, but this man called to her. She wanted him. Wanted the warmth and passion he could offer, but unwilling and unable to give up Arthur's companionship and loyalty.
"Some people would call that freedom. That's what we fight for: our land, our people, the right to choose our own destiny. So you see, Lancelot, we are much alike, you and I. And when you return home, will you take a wife? Have sons?" Oh, how she would love to bear his sons. And how convenient that the warrior brothers looked so alike, black curls and all….
Lancelot soured at the thought, doubt and regret taking hold, returning his self-hatred and loathing. "I have killed too many sons. What right do I have to my own?"
"No family, no religion-" no moral obligation, "Do you believe in anything at all?"
Lancelot, stared her in the eye, handling the hilt of his sword before stalking off with his last statement. "I would have left you and the boy to die." And there was such truth behind it, he felt disgusted. He did not look back, seeking to return to camp and his saddle bag. But on the way, a flash of blue caught his attention. Kagome's eyes showed understanding as if she had heard his thoughts or… the conversation… He had spoken the last sentence away from Guinevere and toward camp, making her possibility of hearing it entirely possible with her hearing. His steps faltered as Kagome offered a small smile, a tilt of the head in inquiry and a gesture of comfort and acceptance before returning her eyes to her sleeping kit and the form of Dagonet and Lucas not too far away.
He felt horrible, seeing the boy he would have left seeking comfort from his more silent brother in arms. That he would have prevented the chance of such a relationship disgusted himself. Without another look, he continued past his saddle pack and their group, needing a break in the night air away from the group and its distractions for just a little bit.
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They were woken by stressed whispers and the clank of a chain. The feeling of cold, siphoning iron cuffs on her ankles had Kagome alert before the kick to a horse's hindquarters had the steed pulling her through the forest's snowy undergrowth. The sight of her kit and Lucas in the arms of Marius and his men had her struggling, but there was little she could do as the frightened steed refused to slowly, and any thought of climbing up the chain was haltered by the sight shoed hooves pounding the ground just feet away. The shouts of the guards, knights, and Marius gave her slight assurance that the threat was being taken care of, but there was still no sight of help or aid for her. Shit… How do I always find my way into these situations…? The braying of her 'ride' had her worried, its movements slowing as the horse dodged an obstacle, one clothed in leather and chainmail wielding two axes. Son of a… The steed reared on it hind legs, her momentum sending her between its legs, before quickly rolling to the side to avoid being trampled. For the love of… Looking up, she was met with the sick grin of a Saxon, his eyes betraying excitement that betrayed his intentions. The arrival of four others had her tense, knowing that the guards had sent her and the horse directly into a Saxon scouting party.
"Well, aren't we lucky, men? A mare and a woman, two for the price of one. What you say we break her in?" It didn't matter that the snow had melted into her clothes, making her cold and her body dirty. Her hair, once clean not hours ago, was again matted with twins, mud and blood from the rocks and rough treatment. No, she was like the mare to these men- no weapons, and weakened by the iron made her the perfect plunder. Far enough away from their camp that no superiors could be pleaded or argued with, and isolated enough in the dark woods that her knights could not find her fast enough.
Knowing that she stood little chance, she had to try fear. She allowed her glamour to drop, her tails, ears, and fangs on full display as she snarled to keep the men at bay. "Fuck off, leave, or I will rip your throats out."
The display had the men pause, before a glimmer formed in the leader's eyes. "Luka" had the youngest looking boy step forward, his quivering form and eyes never letting her out of his sight. "Send a message back to camp – looks like we found our goddess of war." That had her blanking – what the hell?! I mean, this isn't a new phenomenon, but seriously?! The boy nodded turning and running to where, she could only guess, was their base camp. "Shhhh, easy my Lady Moona. No need for those teeth. Let us take you to our commander." That had her stiffen further, growling and backing up to her horse. If I can jump on her, I might be able to escape. That same thought seemed to pass through their leader, his eyes watching as her body shifted back, her eyes flickering to the horse's back. "No, you don't." Before she could try to jump, his crossbow was brought up, a bolt through the mare's throat her kicking, knocking Kagome in the head, before falling over, unable to breathe. That one kick had her gaze fading, unconsciousness sweeping away her vision. Ugh, not again…
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I am back my peeps. Sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I have been distracted by breaks, and my planning for another story I am writing. It is a work in progress, but if you are interested in a Fairy Tail fanfiction, look for Chain Game. The first few chapters will be developing my OCs, then recognizable characters will be back in waves, forming and breaking relationships.
I know I haven't given enough "thank you's" to those who have followed this story, but please know that seeing email updates of reviews and new members of my family make me smile so strongly. For those from Chapter 10:
TheWhiteWolf14, sorry this wasn't ASAP, please forgive me XOXO
The Blue Insanity 8500, you have been here from the beginning and I cannot thank you enough for your support. Much love
Foxluna, you are not wrong, though I am still trying to see how the relationships develop. Who do you think Kagome should bond with?
