"I can't stand this!" Ailith growled to the empty room before she threw off the thick quilt covering her. She threw her legs over the side of her bed only to wince when she happened to pull on the stitches in her leg. "Goddess, kill me if I ever make that mistake again." The dark haired woman growled, pushing herself up and off the bed. It had never felt better to stand on her own two feet and Ailith would never take that for granted again. She stretched her arms up high above her head, careful not to move her legs. She really hoped that her leg healed fast or she would be in for a very long ride back to Castellum.

"What are you doing out of bed?" A soft voice asked, but Ailith had slowly started to learn not to jump at every new voice behind her. Especially when her door was open. Ailith turned and set a glare on Tristan, watching as his calm face turned into a smirk. The dark haired woman glowered more, crossing her arms across her chest. She was still only clad in her nightgown, but the material was thick and definitely not see through.

"I'm stretching. I've been stuck in that damn bed for two days and I refuse to stay there a second longer." She said determinedly, watching the amusement in the scout's eyes. She'd love to wipe his stupid smirk off his face but for now, she'd let him have his way.

"If any of the others see this they'll strap you to the bed." Faintly Ailith laughed and shook her head.

"They'd have fun trying." Tristan's smirk melted away as he shook his head. "Why are you here anyways?" She asked with a frown now set on her features. Normally he stayed away from her when they were in places like this. He only really showed a little interest when they were traveling.

Tristan shrugged and straightened. He nodded once to Ailith before leaving. The woman gave a frustrated sigh before limping over to the window. She pulled back the fabric keeping the sun out and smiled as the heat warmed her face. Like she had said, she hadn't been anywhere but this room since being injured. She'd comply with staying in her room, but she needed to see the sky, hear the wind. She was Sarmatian, born to nature and she loved everything in it. Perhaps someday she'd go back to Sarmatia, start her life over and forget everything that had happened to her. But, she guessed that all depended on everyone else. She would refuse to go home without the others. She would probably become depressed very quickly without everyone. Her brothers and sisters that had gone through so much. No, there was no chance of returning alone. Ailith really didn't care if it was only Tristan she'd be returning with. She needed some sort of connection to everyone here.

Or, perhaps she'd just stay in Britain. It would never be her home but it was a start. She'd stay with Bors and Vanora if she had to. They probably wouldn't mind an extra set of hands to help with the little ones. Or perhaps Ailith would find a way to get her revenge of the Romans who took her from her home in the first place. If she had never been taken she would have continued life as a Healer and maybe become the first female warrior in the tribe. But then again she never would have found her brother and met all the other knights.

"Gods, is this what happens to be when I'm bored?" Grey eyes narrowed on the wall across from her, hoping with all her might that something interesting would pop up on it.

"What happens when you're bored?" Galahad asked, coming into the room without knocking. Since it was the second day of her being stuck in her room, no one ever knocked any more. Ailith sighed heavily and limped over to her bed. She flopped down on it; her arms sprawled out at her sides.

"I start thinking about the future. It really sucks because I have so many things I could do with my life but no idea which to go for." She replied, closing her eyes. Ailith felt the young man sit down by her side, crossing his legs on the bed. "I hope your shoes are off, Gal." With a chuckle she felt his shift, probably doing exactly what she thought he'd do.

"Tell me about all these things you could do." He said then, lying back so that his head was on her arm and all of his legs were hanging off the bed. Ailith sighed and turned towards Galahad, using her arm as a pillow as well.

"Well, I could go back to Sarmatia with whoever else is going back. I'd more than likely stick to that person like honey though. I wouldn't dare go back to my own tribe." Ailith paused for a moment, the image of her parent's graves in her mind. A shiver went through her and she shook her head. "Definitely not. But I could also stay here, live with Bors and help Vanora with the kids or become an awesome Healer that everyone wants in their town. And then there is my final option. I could go to Rome and find the bastards who took me and the others from our tribes and get revenge. Though, I've never really been a big revenge person." Actually, now that she thought about it, she wouldn't mind getting revenge on one or two of her former masters.

"Well, actually, you have a forth option." Galahad started a teasing grin on his face. When the dark haired woman frowned in confusion he sighed and rolled his eyes. "You could go off with a certain scout." The man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Ailith mad a sour face before sitting up and crossing her arms over her chest, a pout on her face.

"I don't like him! Why does everyone keep saying it?" She demanded, her frown deepening. Galahad sighed and grabbed the woman's shoulders. She yelped softly, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Ailith, even if you and Tristan can't see it the rest of us can. You two are polar opposites yet you'd probably be the most deadly pair if you both actually opened up to one another. You know, instead of going behind each other's backs to find out information on the other." She frowned, her cheeks slightly pink. So guess Galahad had heard Dagonet and Ailith talking the other night. "Though, none of us has been able to give much information about you."

"I'll tell my story when the time is right." Ailith murmured softly, her eyes dropping from Galahad's. The man sighed and removed his hands.

"You know, you can trust us, Ailith. No matter what we're all going to be here for you." The dark haired woman nodded stiffly before roughly pushing him from the room. "You're part of the family now." Ailith shook her head, smiling slightly.

"Alright, enough mushy talk. Get, go!" She said hastily before closing the door.

The village was attacked again the next day which gave Ailith the freedom to leave her room and help Dagonet with the injured. Though, the knight wasn't pleased with her choice but if the woman spent another day in that stuffy room she'd start cutting throats. She told Dagonet so, and the serious look on her face was probably what convinced him that she was serious.

"You're more like us then I'd like to admit, tiny Healer." Dagonet said, constantly glancing over at the woman with worried eyes.

"Dagonet, keep your eyes ahead or I'll have to take over fully." She warned, not once looking up from the elderly man she was tending to. Many of the villagers had been attacked but very few had been heavily wounded. Like the raiders didn't want to hurt these people really. Like they were –

Ailith's head snapped up, her hand reaching for the dagger hidden in her boots. "Ailith?" The woman cast a haunted look to her giant friend before shaking her head.

"Dagonet, what are the chances that these attacks were made to draw attention from you knights?" She said slowly and suddenly a sharp pain went through her head. "Ow!" Dagonet jumped up, his hands removing Ailith's from her face and what he saw there made his eyes widen. A line of black had formed just under Ailith's eye. Just a simple horizontal line under the grey orbs. It was the same faint colour that seemed to blend into her skin but still looked unnatural.

"Stop fussing over me! We have to be ready for anything." Grey eyes stared into his brown and Dagonet saw the seriousness in those orbs. He nodded before standing and giving her one more glance before leaving the sick room to find Arthur.

"You are a witch." Ailith's head snapped around, staring at an injured villager who simply stared back with wide, frightened eyes. Her skin was deathly pain, her brown hair hanging dully around her face. The grey eyed Healer shook her head and smiled softly.

"So, I am no witch. I am a Healer." The woman's stare hardened, her mouth twisting into a hard sneer.

"I have never seen a Healer with marking like yours. Nor have I ever seen anyone with such a dark past." Ailith's eyes narrowed now. She had never spoken about her past in the sick room. So why was this villager claiming to know? "I see much. Gifted with sight from God." Ailith scoffed and stood, grinding her teeth against the wave of dizziness that passed over her.

"I am no witch." She hissed, her eyes darkening to nearly black. "I have lived through more than you pathetic Britons will ever know. I will continue living through it while you all go on with your days like the cowardly people your race has turned out to be." With that, Ailith turned on her heal and stormed from the room. She didn't need the accusations of some stupid woman who knew nothing about the world outside her puny village. It made Ailith angry to think about how sheltered these people's lives really were. None of them saw the death that she and the knights had seen. They rely on Rome to care for them. If Ailith had been back in Sarmatia, her tribe would have fought for itself, leaving no question on asking for help. It went against any honor they had and the fact that so many of them could have protected their people also helped.

So why didn't these silly Britons just ask to be taught how to fight? It would solve so many problems. There would be no attacks from Woads and they could easily defend themselves against raiders. It made no sense. The dark haired woman went to the stable, saddling Ewell and letting the noble beast take her where he wanted. There was a strain on her leg, but Ailith knew the stitches wouldn't tear. She had tested them the other day during her boredom.

Ewell ended up taking his mistress out from the village and onto the beach just a bit away. Ailith dismounted, her boots making squishy sounds in the wet sand. Taking the horse's reins, the Healer let the animal down to the water where they stood for a long time, just looking out at the sea.

"Do you still feel it, Ewell?" The dark haired woman murmured, her hand pressed against the black fur on the horse's neck. "The pull of a homeland across the sea. I don't feel it any more though. I will always be Sarmatian, always be claimed by the land so far away. But I don't think that I will ever get back to it. Mama and Pa have passed; they are in the hands of the Goddess now. I have a younger sister to care for and an elder brother who I desperately want to know." Ailith took a small breath, smelling the salt in the air. "I also have eight new brothers who I wish I could keep out of trouble. I have new friends but if I get any closer to the knights I'll crack." Ewell gave a soft whinny, tossing her mane back and forth. Ailith smiled and patted the horse's neck before turning them and leading back to the village.


Talking to the horse had calmed her once again so the dark haired woman went back to the sick room, ignoring the stupid woman and her accusing eyes. Ailith worked well into the night, not resting once as she worked her way around the room, tending to the patients before going around the room again. Whenever she reached the brown haired woman she'd put up her indifferent front and work as swiftly as she could and leaving the woman to herself before working on some of the more friendly villagers. Dagonet came to relieve her once he realized that she had been working the entire time. He had to threaten her to call for Lancelot of Gawain to come drag her back to her room before she finally left with a huff. Of course though, she warned the gentle giant about the woman from before, telling him about what had happened and then she went back to the inn.

Some of the knights were in the dining hall of the inn, keeping to a far corner. The group mostly only consisted of Bors, Erec, Percival, and Lancelot and each one seemed to have had a bit too much to drink. With a sigh Ailith went over to them, hands on her hips and a stern glare.

"What do you think you lot are doing?" All the men looked up at her innocently, holding their ale mugs close to their chests.

"But Ailly! We haven't 'ad any ale in a 'hile!" Erec complained, giving her the best puppy eye look he could muster. But the woman wasn't buying it. She turned to Bors and crossed her arms.

"I'm positive Van will skin you if she found out that you were drinking on the job." Instantly the man paled and put down his mug. Ailith then turned to Erec. "You are willing to go into a battle with a migraine and deal with the clanging of swords and yelling men?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. Hesitantly the smallest man put the mug back onto the table in front of him. Next it was Percival's turn. But the man just stared at Ailith with big eyes and a cheeky smile. She knew that this man wasn't nearly as drunk as she thought. So her eyes passed over him and on to her brother. "Would you like to explain to Arthur what you were doing while here? Or should I?"

"Fine, fine!" The dark knight frowned, his mug on the table now and his arms crossed over his chest. "You spoil all the fun." He pouted, glaring childishly up at his younger sister. Ailith just chuckled and took all four mugs in her hands and took them back to the kitchen.

"No more drinks for the knights. They've lost their privilege." The man in charge gave her gruff look before nodding and taking the mugs from her. Ailith went back to the dining area to find the knights standing and waiting for her. "Alright, off to bed you four." They nodded and followed behind her as she went down to her room.

By the seventh day there were no more attacks and Ailith had guessed that her fear had been wrongly placed. Though, as we packed to leave the woman's eyes always flickered around the area. She had a bone chilling need to flee from the small village and get as much distance as she could in. Everything felt wrong. The sea was to dark, the clouds moved to fast, the wind was much too harsh. A calloused hand clamped down on Ailith's shoulder, making her jump slightly. She turned her head slightly, silently greeting Galahad who had a worried expression on his face.

"Are you alright? You look worried." The young knight questioned, bringing his dappled horse up beside Ewell. Ailith shook her head and frowned at the feeling. She turned her head to Gal before smiling tightly.

"Yeah, I just have an uneasy feeling. That's all." She admitted, her dark grey eyes flashing about every so often. But she also noticed that his eyes were drawn to the new mark on her face, curious as to how she got it. The other knights had the same reactions. They were curious but didn't want to ask how she got the black line. And Ailith appreciated it, with all the crazy stuff going on she felt that she still had some secrets protecting her.

"May God have mercy on you, witch." Ailith froze for a moment before her sword was out and the tip at the throat of the obnoxious woman who Ailith had tried to care for. She had refused to let her work on her once Dagonet was there and the entire time he was with her she'd spew nonsense about Ailith being sent to them by the devil and that she was the one who probably told the Woads to attack the village. It was trying Ailith's last nerve.

"Wow there Ail. No need to kill." Galahad said uneasily, his hand on the dark haired woman's wrist. They were drawing attention from both the knights and villagers now.

"I dare you to call me a witch once more." Just as the woman went to open her mouth, Ailith rested the point of her blade to the flesh at the hollow of her neck. "But we warned; say anything and this sword will go through your neck faster than you can blink." Ailith growled, her nearly black eyes hollow and a snarl ready to leap to her lips. The woman looked to Arthur who was now standing just a bit away from them.

"I'd lock her up if I were you." The snarl tore out from the dark haired woman's throat and her arm tensed under Galahads. The young man instantly restrained her, gripping her wrist and wrapping his arm around her waist. Ailith twisted and growled at the woman, snapping her teeth and the hollow look to her eyes seemed to intensify. The woman actually looked frightened as she backed up and watched Gawain take the woman and Galahad takes her sword from her hands.

"Easy there, Ailith. Easy." The fair haired knight soothed, pressing his friend to his chest and wrapping his arms about her waist and flailing arms. But when she didn't calm he gave a glance to Tristan who nodded. Quick as lightning, he jabbed the blunt end of his dagger into the woman's head, knocking her unconscious. Her body slumped into Gawain's arms as he pulled her closer to himself.

The knights all stared at Ailith with a mixture of worry and slight fear. There had been no warning before she had suddenly dropped any human nature and tried to attack. If Galahad hadn't been beside her at that moment she probably would have killed the pale woman in a matter of seconds.

"I think we should go now." Arthur said quietly, mounting Manius and giving a nod to Tristan. The scout sent one look to the Healer before mounting his own horse and going ahead.


Ailith didn't wake until they had actually reached Castellum again. And without a second thought Lancelot took his sister and went right to Tate. Someone he knew Ailith trusted with her life and loved as a grandfather. He knocked on the door awkwardly, using his foot mostly. Behind him now were Gawain and Dagonet, both worried for their close friend. The door was opened by a young man probably the same age as Galahad with sandy brown hair and stunning green eyes. The man took one look at the still form in Lancelot's arms before ushering them into the house.

"Tate! I'm going to need your help!" The man called, and Lancelot recognized the name. An aging man with messy graying hair and blue eyes walked into the main room, confused to why he was being called. When he saw Ailith, his eyes became downcast.

"You know what's wrong." Dagonet stated, watching the old Healer as he guided the group to a small room in the back of the house. Tate nodded and motioned for Lancelot to lay his former student on the cot.

"Yes, I do." His voice spoke volumes of the wisdom he had. Without sparing another glance at the knights, Tate beaconed for the younger man. "Eadric, go get Sigga for me and find some of the mint from my stores." The man nodded and raced off, ignoring the looks the other men gave him.

"Then what is wrong with her? She's been like this for three days!" Lancelot demanded, clenching his fists at his sides. Tate looked up with warm yet weary eyes.

"That is for her to tell you. I am simply to bring her back and cast the Wolf out." Dagonet frowned, completely lost as to what the other Healer was saying. But he also had to comfort his comrade who was silently raging inside now. The giant clapped a hand to Lancelot's shoulder with a tight grip.

Eadric came back with an older woman following behind. She was tall and still had her curves from younger days, but her golden hair was streaked with white. A sound caught in her throat before she snatched the green herbs from Eadric's hand and going over to the group.

"Out of the way!" Her voice was light but powerful as she shoved past Lancelot and sat down next to the dark haired woman on the cot. "Oh, I wish this hadn't happened again!" Sigga exclaimed, her hands ripping up the mint smelling herb. Eadric placed a bowl under her hands and watched silently as the tiny bits fell into the wooden tableware. Tate nodded, his fingers tracing over the new line under Ailith's eye.

"She'd been marked again." His voice was soft as his finger shook. Sigga looked up and stared down at the girl.

"She's meant for greatness. Now if only she could work together with both sides of herself." She huffed, standing and racing out of the room.

"What is the mint for?" Dagonet asked, trying to watch all three people at once. He watched the Healers to try and understand even a little of the situation. But nothing was coming up and he also watched the younger man standing at the door, keeping a watchful eye over Ailith.

"The Wolf hates the scent and normally backs down when it starts throwing up." At Lancelot's disturbed look, the Healer chucked and shook his head. "That is what mint does. It's a way to settle upset stomachs. But if the herb is taken in raw it's cause the complete opposite effect." He explained, patting the knight's cheek. "You and she really do look alike." He muttered before turning and watching Sigga rush back into the room, bowl still in hand. But now the bowl held a bit of hot water. Just enough to soak all the bits of leaf. He sat down beside Ailith's head and tipped it forward, forcing the woman to take in the steamy contents of the bowl.

Everyone watched as Tate carefully got all the mixture into the woman and then took the bowl and passed it to Eadric.

"Alright. All we can do now is wait for her to wake up." Tate said as he stood and grabbed a basin from the other side of the room. He set it beside the bed where he knew it would be helpful.

They waited for quite some time before hearing any signs from inside the room. Dagonet had gone to report to Arthur on their Healer's condition and Lancelot sat still in the kitchen with two men. One of which was Eadric and the other had been introduced as Dax. Dax was a large man with a body close to Dagonet's. But he had a full head of black hair and brown eyes.

"Ailith's awake." Sigga called and all three stood quickly before moving into the other room. Sigga was removing the basin while Tate sat with a dark form on the bed. She was curled into herself, head resting against her tucked in knees and arms wrapped around her.

"Child, it's alright, you're safe now." Tate murmured to the woman, a gentle hand resting on her shoulder. A soft sob echoed through the room, snapping Lancelot out from whatever spell had made him stop and watch his sister cry. He walked over and gently rested his hand on her back.

"Don't do that!" Sigga snapped, grabbing his hand away from her back and forcing it onto Ailith's other shoulder. Lancelot glared at the woman before removing his hand and slinging his arm over her shoulders and pressing his sister against his chest. He waited patiently until two hands gripped at his leather armour.

"Hey there, tiny." He whispered, moving his hand up to stroke her tangled hair. "You gave us all quite a fright back there. You've been out for a few days." He quietly told her, resting his chin on top of her head. Her shoulders shook, but he knew there were no tears.

They all stayed like that for a while before Ailith pulled away, resting her forehead on the dark knights shoulder. Softly, she spoke and everyone had to strain to hear her. "It happened again, didn't it?"

"Yes it did. You haven't been doing as I asked all those years ago." Tate frowned at the woman, but also noted at how comfortable she seemed to be with Lancelot. "Though, it seems as though you've been rebuilding some broken bonds. So I can't be mad at you." Ailith's shoulders slumped and she nodded slowly. Lancelot pulled away from her slowly, laying his sister back into the cot.

"Get some sleep. I'll come back tomorrow and then you'll have some explaining to do." She nodded but caught his hand before she stood up completely.

"I'd rather explain with everyone." Her voice was a little rough and barely above a whisper but Lancelot still heard. He nodded leaned down, kissing her forehead before leaving.


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