Blind
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Chapter 12:
When Tristan had awoken the next day his body felt like he had been stampeded my a heard of wild horses. He wish that he would have died in that hut; he had nothing left to live for. His life had alright flashed before his eyes when his wife and child were killed. His life had ended that day, it felt like someone had torn his soul in half and ripped his heart out as well. He had cried many times at night and alone, but its just a to deep of a wound to heal with tears. That wound was deeper then any sword wound or arrow wound could be, it always left a stinging reminder of what he lost. He could feel the tears swelling in his eyes, with a stiff arm he brushed away the tears. Tristan closed his eyes and pictured his son fighting with that stubborn white pony. Luke's face bunched up in frustration, his cheeks started to get a red tint to them. Tristan and Hydria sat and watched their son struggle with the pony, with the biggest smiles on there faces and laughing at times. Tristan drifted back to sleep with his peaceful pass tucking him in and lined his dreams with a happy time.
Lancelot sat and played with the food that sat on his plate, by the fire. Tristan's pleads still ringed in his ears, over and over again. His heart sinking a little lower every time, until he could literally feel his heart in his stomach. He sat and stared at the fire with a cold stare. He was so lost in thought he never noticed the person standing just outside the fire watching him with worried eyes.
Hadria watched the curly haired man, Lancelot play with his food and then stare into the red hot fire. His eyes reflected the flames well, almost as if they were actually a part of his eyes. She knew what had been bothing him, and he wasn't the only one who was upset about it. It was like a diease that spread out through the whole camp. She knew that the scout was behind it all, they all felt bad about what had to be done to clean his wounds. Hadria sighted to herself and took a step forward out of the shadows to sit beside Lancelot. She sat right by the knight and he didn't even notice not so much as a look or anything.
"It had to be done, don't feel bad it well heal better and faster now," Hadria comforted Lancelot. She slipped her hand into Lancelot's rough hand, he had placed his plate on the ground a little while earlier. His eyes shot away from the fire to Hadria's hand and then to her pretty face. She had giggled at the look on Lancelot's face, complete shock.
"I know it not my fault, but I still can't help but feel respondable," Lancelot manage to explain after his shock had subsided. Hadria's hand felt so smooth under his rough palm, and it seem it give of a pleasant warmth, that made him shiver with interest.
"You are not responsible for what happened, and you should he happy that your friend is still alive and soon well be up and moving," Hadria pointed out to Lancelot. Hadria placed her soft hand on Lancelot's face, her thumb traced a scar on his face. He leaned into her hand, the whiskers of his bread tickled her hand, a smile played on her face.
"Yeah I guess you are right," Lancelot smirked at the dark eyed beauty. He couldn't help but let his eyes wonder down Hadria's well tanned body. Even thought she wore a baggy shirt and trousers, he could still she the curves of her breast through the baggy material. Hadria noticed where the knight's eyes had traveled, she couldn't help but smile to herself.
Lancelot was not the only one who was getting ot know the new company that had joined the knights. Galahad was at the edge of the camp, keeping an eye out for any enemies. Since Tristan was hurt they all took turns keeping guard and scouting, and he was pretty sure that all knights hoped Tristan got well soon. None of them really enjoyed being out in the bush for most the day by themselves.
" What occupies your mind great knight," asked a sweet voice from behind Galahad. He spun around to see who had manage to sneak up behind him. There stood one of the women they had rescued from the hut along with Tristan. She stood about 5'6, and a curvy tan body. She sat beside the shocked Galahad, and looked at him with her deep forest green eyes. He felt like those eyes could dig deep into his soul and tell him things about himself that he didn't even know.
"Nothing at all, just wishing the scout would recover soon," Galahad admitted, he saw no point in lying to the woman. She would have been able to see right past the lie with her shaman eyes. Which made him courious if she was a shaman or a witch in her tribe. "Are you a shaman in your tribe," Galahad voiced his wonder.
Her laughter was a haunting but yet sweet sound, ringing softly in Galahad's ear. "You are not as blind as I thought, " she chuckled softly to herself. " Yes I am one of many shamans in my tribe," she answered Galahad's question. "And no need to worry the scout well heal quicker then we all aspect he well," she answered his worry. " The scout is a stronge person, and soul but it seems it has been deeply injured once before," the woman smiled to herself as she watched the mans eyes go wide.
"I would not know by what, I'm not close with Tristan , Lancelot is the one he's close with," Galahad informed her after recovering from his shock. "I have yet to receive your name shaman," Galahad realized. "I am Galahad," Galahad introduced himself reaching out his hand.
"I am Sage," Sage said taking Galahad's hand and shaking it. The instant her hand had touch his, she got a vision of his life; the past, the future, and present. She would never tell anyone what she saw instore for them, but she would often help them through it. Galahad couldn't help but notice that Sage's eye had gone blank for a few seconds as they shook hands. Galahad know was very curious about this woman now, she was like no one he had ever meet before. Her eyes had regain their natural brightness to them once again. They sat in silence for what seemed like ages, both staring out into the forest around them. A strand of her raven black her had fallen onto Galahad's bare arm tickling its way off his arm. She ran her tanned hand through her hair that look like the night with the blond streak acting a lot like the stars. Galahad had smiled as he caught a wift of what her hair smelled like, wild berries. All of a sudden Sage went tense, her eyes went wide and she stared hard at the forest. "Something's coming," Sage said almost in a trance.
"What," Galahad gawked, he stared at the forest. Not seeing anything at all, Galahad was thinking that maybe Sage was staring to loss her touch, but then he heard it and saw it. The forest started to come alive. men started to appear from every corner of the forest. Galahad had drawn his long board sword, standing in ready position to fight. "Sage you back to the camp and worn the other knights," Galahad demanded.
Sage just rolled her eyes, so young and mindless she though to herself.She had seen what would become of the knight if she left him here to fight the army on his own. She grabbed the back of his shirt and drug him away from the oncoming army, with surprising strength. Sage gave a sharp whistle, a loud neigh replied to the whistle, a beautiful white dapple grey mare came trotting out from the forest. The horse came and stood beside Sage, Galahad once again gawked at the horse. Then something white ran past Galahad and stopped beside Sage, it was a pure white wolf with piercing black eyes. "Quickly get on the back of the damn horse," Sage ordered Galahad, Galahad followed thought with Sage's order. He quickly mounted the great white mare, Sage had bent down and was whispering something into the wolf's ear. The wolf ran of, Sage stood up and watched the wolf run of into the distance. She swiftly mounted the mare in front of Galahad, by now the army was getting dangerously close, an arrow shot by just nicking Galahad's shoulder. Sage noticing how close the arrow was she hastily kicked the mare into action. The horse galloped through the forest like the wind, through the leaves. They reached the camp in a matter of minutes, Galahad jumped off the back of the mare.
"There is an approaching army, "Galahad gasped, everyone that had been in the camp gathered around Galahad and Sage.
Arthur pushed his way through the crowed, until he had reached Galahad and the woman. "How many are there?" questioned Arthur, realizing how much they needed Tristan.
"There is about 30 or so, they came out of no where," Galahad informed Arthur, Galahad had shook his head. He still couldn't believe that he never saw them coming, man he really sucked at scouting. Something drew everyone's attention to the forest, a pack of about 20 wolves came from the bush the white wolf Galahad had seen earlier was a head of the pack.
"I see that you have gathered the pack Sage," Hadria commented, coming up to where Sage stood. Hadria, Rayden, and the other woman came and looked over the pack of wolves.
"Ummm, I 'm guess there is a lot of things that we don't really know about you women then, and I'm guess you guys are no ordinary Woad's," pointed out Galahad.
"We don't have time to explain now, but once we get rid of these Saxons we well explain," Sage explain. They all agreed when the war cried broke the silence in the forest.
The unearthly war cry startled Tristan from his sleep, his eyes shot open and his eyes shifted from one side of the wagon to the other. That sound was all to familiar to Tristan; a battle was about to start. Who were they fighting what was going on, he had to go and help his brothers in arms. But he knew for a fact that he was in no shape to fight but he could still be of some service to the knights.
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Author's notes: So what do you think. Tell me if you don't like the idea of Sage being a shaman and the whole control wolves. Please REVIEW, o and sorry if this is a short chapter. ARE YOU liking the romance yet or what!