Sorry this is taking so long, but I'm attempting to write a legend of Britannia all by myself with a little help from one of my Merlin books.

Reunion 12

Habren bit her lip and gnawed the inside of her mouth as she asked hesitantly, "Should we try and get them back?"

Of course, she wasn't very concerned for the three Sarmatians taken, but she felt obligated to ask in their stead.

Lancelot eyed her and asked in disbelief as the other's gathered around them, "You're ACTUALLY worried about those three?"

He watched his sister's eyes rolled up into the back of her head as she answered with a un-lady-like snort, "No!"

His face split into a large grin as Habren tilted her head and finished with a superior air, "I just felt obligated to ask. I could careless what happens to those horrible waists of space. Now what are we going to do?"

Lancelot tilted his head to the side as he felt his little brother slide up to him and added, "We aren't stay here after THIS, right?"

Lancelot rolled his eyes as Arthur came to his right side and said as he placed a hand on his neck-a familiar gesture that spoke volumes of their friendship to the other Sarmatians because it symbolized that they trusted one another completely, "We ride, the night is wasted and the Inish will return to this spot to celebrate their catch and have a celebratory feast."

Agrimpasa snorted and said as she crossed her arms, "Some 'GREAT' king you are, KING Arthur. You can't even control the very creatures that make up your kingdom! What's next, you'll lose control of the people too?"

Before any of the Knights could come to their friend and king's defense, Miskoc placed a hard and commanding on her shoulder and said in a threateningly, lethal voice, "You, shut your mouth and do NOT speak again…child…else should something bad happen to you."

Agrimpasa paled as the others laughed uproariously at her. She glared at the other royals because to them, she was nothing but a pathetic, sluttish, woman who could claim nothing but a, as of now, broken engagement, and they were taking great joy from her pain and humiliation.

Divina, Sir Dean's second-n-command, was having the time of her life! When the Lord-Knights of Briton had asked for volunteers to scare-prank their old family members, she had jumped eagerly on to the band-wagon. She loved playing practical jokes on anyone she could, and while she played the prank of the visitors, she could also fight against the Knights. She practically worshiped the ground the original seven Knights of the Round Table walked on.

She glanced behind her and smirked to herself. She and fifteen other volunteers had taken to dressing up as the mythical Lady of the Lake and the demons, Inish. She was enjoying herself immensely!

She raised an eyebrow as the eldest of the three, wasn't his name Atla, Atill, At-something…wasn't it? Oh yeah! Attila, Tor, and Artur! That's their names. I can't believe that they would want to harm the heirs…groaned and started to roll around along the ground.

Attila groaned as he tried to push himself away from the abnormally dressed woman. His once peaceful state of unconsciousness and his security and illusion of the warmth of a beautiful Sarmatian woman in his bed was destroyed when two more groans banged throughout his already vastly bruised head.

As he attempted to push himself up into a sitting position, he realized his hands were tied tightly behind his back. They were tied so tightly, in fact, that his wrists already bore raw, bloody rope burns. He gritted his teeth and snarled at the woman above them all.

When she smirked and crossed her arms above him, he wanted to flog her so badly!

Attila couldn't suppress the shiver of fear and revulsion as her frosty, oceanic blue orbs bore holes into them all.

Tor felt like an insolent boy. With one frozen glance from this Lady, this Lady of the Lake, he transformed into a whimpering, boy-fool. He ducked his head in shame when Artur shot him a sickening, disappointed look.

As Artur opened his big mouth, Tor couldn't help but think that bastard Bors wouldn't be afraid of this woman…

Artur's lips curled up in disgust as he eyed the whimpering tribal leader of the Bear Tribe. It was disgraceful! It was a large, foul slight to him that Tor would have to pay in full-in the Ancient Sarmatian way. Here he was, thousands of miles away from home, and his 'oh so brave' tribal leader was acting like a weak baby! NO! That's an insult to our strong and proud Bear Babes…he's weak like a pathetic wolf babe!

As Attila opened his mouth to demand for his release, for he cared nothing for the other two, Artur, Bors childhood rival, roared in a superior demand, "Release us woman! Who are you! Why have you taken us! You have no right to hold us captive!"

Divina, acting as the Lady of the Lake, pursed her lips together and answered in an watery-divine tone, which she had practiced for more time than she could ever remember practicing on her archery marksmanship, "I, mortal, am the Lady of the Lake, the Lady Nimue; I, mortal, guard the gates to the Otherworld. You three have endangered Britannia's children, and so you must pay for your transgressions."

Attila rolled his eyes, he remembered her roar from before and thought to himself with a scowl I've done nothing…yet…but my plan is still do-able. All I have to do is escape from these…things…

Artur tried to jump to his feet, but he crashed harshly back to the rocky ground and moaned. He slowly raised his head and groaned again as he saw his feet were tied up as much as his hands were.

Instead, he glared fiercely at the woman and her blue-black demons as they edged closer, even as he tried to gather his courage to face the demons, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming fear lodge itself in his gut, and roared, "We have done no wrong!"

Divina ignored him, turned to her fellow 'actors', and nodded. The men and women disguised as the dreaded Inish roared with approval as they raised their spears into the air and started to yell and chant as.

The three Sarmatians watched on in horror and ill-awe as the Inish, their captors, quickly built three fires and roughly man-handled them to the center of their large fire-circles. Despite their willies, each man gulped back the bile when they saw the contraction ABOVE the fires-a long wooden pike and a very thick spinning wheel.

Tor glanced uncertainly and apprehensively at his companions, and said with a forced brave chuckle, "Looks like the Knights were right after all."

Attila swore and spat on the foreign earth as he said harshly when the Inish easily lifted them up and tied them up over the fires, "Foul, beastly sons-of-whores! When I meet Mythras, he'll avenge me!"

But the Sons and Daughters of Britannia ignored him. In fact, their dancing and rhythmic chanting grew louder and more impassioned as time progressed.

Tor was ill with fear. His face was awfully flushed red and sweat literally poured off his face in a steady stream of cloudy water. His breathing became erratic as the Inish's bodies danced, swayed, and jumped all around him. All he could see, besides the scorching red-hot-orange flames of the fire, was blue-black shadows teasing him from the dark corners of the cave they were trapped in.

He nearly gagged when blood flew from one of their blood drenched brown leathers and landed squarely in his mouth. The blood from the demon tasted like nothing he had ever tasted before. The normally metallic flavor he liked so much was tarnished by unknown elements that made his tongue sting and his mouth burn with a fire as hot as the one he was laid flat out over. The Inish were yelling and flashing in and out of his vision.

He felt faint.

The fires were too hot and the adrenaline flashing through his veins was overpowering his system. He gasped in a vain attempt to breathe, and chocked as the fire's ash coated his mouth and made him wheeze and cough.

He knew, in the back of his mind, he shouldn't panic-it wasn't manly-it was weak and womanish, but he couldn't help it. When the knives started to fly by his head-that was it.

Tor knew no more.

Attila was very impressed despite the fact that he was scared beyond his wildest imagination.

He glared fiercely at Tor because the younger man was ACTUALLY weak enough to faint. That is a woman's reaction to battle! Have the Bears truly fallen so far from grace? Ancestors save us…we have fail you!

Divina knew what the older man was thinking because of the look on his face.

She snorted and said in a surprisingly conversational tone, "You know, my people are much like you, Sarmatians. Both of our cultures value women, both cultures were betrayed by Rome when we welcomed them to our shores, and both our cultures were enslaved by the Romans. Actually, the only difference between our two peoples is that my Sons and Daughters didn't give up. We fought and won our freedom after four hundred years of slavery. We fought and won our freedom while you let Rome destroy your people's greatness!"

Attila howled in denial. Artur sputtered in absolute shock and rage. This insolent woman had dared to insult them! This would not do at all!

As Artur, again, tried to jump to his feet, Divina continued on ignoring them,

"In the times before time, there was a void.

Nothing and everything existed together harmoniously.

Then from the darkness, a light appeared.

It was named Tiamat.

She was given the title of the Dragon Goddess of Creation and Order.

For millennia she existed and protected the void-diligently.

As time grew the void changed and became a three layered world.

But she grew lonely.

Then, she was attacked.

His name was Apsu.

His title was the Dragon God of Destruction and Chaos.

For millennia more they fought.

But Tiamat was weakening.

In desperation, Tiamat lunged at Apsu and bit him on the underbelly near his manhood and from that bloodshed and seed, Tiamat bit herself and mixed their blood near her womanhood.

The explosion caused by the joining of two different bloods was spectacular!"

Divina took a deep breath as the Inish started to cheer and yell for more of the story-Attila and Artur were horrified by the story,

"From the explosion,

A tiny dragon,

Girl-child, was born,

And she was named Britannia."

"Within the three worlds,

Britannia had three different bodies.

The Divine-World, Spiritual-World,

She possessed the body of a beautiful blue-green, Silvery dragon with golden eyes.

In the Mortal-World,

Physical-World,

She possessed the body of our beloved home-land, Briton,

And in the third world,

The Demon-World, the Dark-World,

She possessed the body of the voided darkness."

Divine glared ferociously at the three Sarmatians and said otherworldly, "Britannia is our home-lands body and her lakes and rivers, her blood. We are her children, and she is very angry that you are trying to destroy the heirs of her blood. You would do well to remember this, when you go to meet…ah…what was his name…oh yes…Mythras!"

Artur tried to roll away from the nearing Inish, but he couldn't. He yelled out in pain as they brought their dull-sided axes down upon his head.

Attila could only watch on his horror as his fellow Sarmatians, who were already burnt beyond any sunburn he had seen before, were dragged to a large silver platter and covered with vegetables. Then he, too, knew no more.

Divina, when she was sure that they were all unconscious, threw off her blond horse wig and commanded, "Arlec! Send word to Duke Merlin and the Lords! Phase one is complete and progressing to phase two!"

One of the Inish, a young man with raven black hair and deep brown eyes-similar to Marquise Lancelot's smiled, bowed, and rushed out of the cave.

Tristran, who was riding ahead of his fellow Knights and the Sarmatians, glanced up inquisitively as his hawk, Siolae, soared down to him and landed perfectly on his armored gauntlet.

His sister, Ilona, who was riding with him, glanced at him curiously as he pulled off a piece of parchment and swiftly and wordlessly read it. His normally straight lips quirked up very quickly, and then returned to their normal state.

He glanced up and said, "We must return to Arthur. I have news from home."

He saw her nod and quickly pulled her horse around.

Very quickly, it seemed, they reached the others. Tristran silently handed over the parchment, and waited patiently for Arthur and Lancelot, who was reading over Arthur's shoulder, to finish.

Tristran watched as his commanding officers smiled lightly and Arthur commanded, "Very well, let's get going then. I think we've wasted enough time."

Habren, who was near Lancelot, eyed her eldest brother weirdly as he chuckled at Arthur's words. In fact, she noticed with some alarm, ALL the Knights were laughing!

She glanced to her brother, Tarkan, her husband, Melean, and her admirer, Pappy, and saw that they too were just as mystified as she was. She glanced to Ilona in hopes of finding an answer. She was disappointed when she saw her fellow princess shaking her head negatively.

What is going on here!

Garen, Agravine, and Tanais, who were riding somewhat close to their tribal brothers, had to ask, "What is so funny!"

None of them were feeling particularly happy at the moment. In fact, all of the Sarmatians, themselves included, were dead tired and cantankerous. They couldn't understand why their fellow Sarmatian brothers were acting like they were to them. It wasn't their fault that Attila was a bastard, who wanted to hurt their children.

Garen, in particular, didn't want to harm one single hair on his cousin's children's heads. He had only met them for a few short minutes, but Briac, Aithne, Belaya, and Briana, had captured his heart, and he loved them like he loved his own children. He also was quite fond of Alma and Enys; they were, from what he saw, the perfect matches for Gawain and Galahad.

But the three Wolf Tribesmen were willing to give the Knights the benefit of the doubt-one more time.

Gawain looked at his cousin and the other two men from his childhood home and said lackadaisically, "Nothing, except when we arrive at the wall, I expect that you will all be very much surprised."

Agrimpasa kicked her older brother in the upper leg and demanded vehemently, "What's that supposed to mean, brother?"

Gawain glared maliciously at his younger sister and said venomously, "If you as so much as accidentally hurt me again, sister, I will personally remove your acidic tongue to save us all from your poisons. Do you understand me, child of Beucan and Malana?"

Agrimpasa felt all her blood drain from her face. In all her life, she had never been spoken to in such a manner. She was deathly afraid for her life now, and glanced optimistically in Lancelot's direction. His charming, chivalrous soul couldn't possibly accept such a threat to any woman's person, let alone me!

Lancelot saw her face and felt a twinge of penitence as he replied in an equally acidic tone, "Don't look at me, Princess. I won't save your hide from your brother's punishments. It IS his right as Prince, and since we are NOT married, nor do I intend to follow through with our "so-called" engagement, you are on you own."

Arthur eyed his friend in concern. It had been a long time, since he had met Emogen actually, since he had heard that tone come from his friend. He knew that this was bothering his First Knight a lot, but he hadn't realized it had advanced this much.

He cleared his throat to gain their attention, and said commandingly, "Double time! We'll reach the wall by mid-day meals."

When Divina and the others rode into the safety of the Wall, Aldus, Lancelot's second-n-command and commander of Hadrian's Wall, whom had received a letter from Duke Merlin about the arrival of Divina and the others with their newest prisoners, smiled in welcome and raised his hands in greeting.

Divina returned the gesture happily and said as her people roughly and uncaringly dropped the three prisoners to the murky ground, "They are all yours!"

Aldus smiled, waved for him men to carry the Sarmatians into the Roman styled prison, and said as he offered her his arm, "Will My Lady wish to see how our friends enjoy their imprisonment whilst we await the King and the Knights' arrival?"

As the men were dragged through the mud, Divina giggled in a completely female, flirtatious way, and said as she placed her arm through his, "Of course, My Lord, I'd be delighted too!"

Attila groaned and slowly opened his eyes as he felt the harsh, unforgiving, stone work under his face. Dazedly, he pushed himself up until he was sitting up tall and proud, and nearly wept with relief when he realized that he couldn't see any of the demons around him and that his hands and feet had been freed.

He spun around in shock when he heard a Roman accent from behind, "I hope you enjoy your new home, Barbarian. Because this'll be the only home you know of for a very long time."

Then he heard a CLANG as the solid iron bars slammed shut. All he could see, through his bleary eyes, for they were showing him things in triplicate, was the backend of a Roman's armor and the immortalized red cape.