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Sorry if this chapter confuses you and jumps about a bit but I'm trying to make it exciting and thrilling. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tristan was sitting by his fire far out in the forest, quite a long way away from the camp.

It was very cold for a blizzard had formed near by and had sent gales of snow his way. He thought himself lucky that the fire was still going.

His stallion had been stirring for some time now and his instinct told him not to fall asleep. He welcomed the great cry from the hawk that flew overhead and a plain smile came across his face as it landed on a small piece of snow covered wood beside him.

"Hey, what have you been up to?"

The hawk cried out in reply and Tristan sighed as it took off again. He had wished it had stayed for there was something troubling him and he found hat being near the hawk was sort of a comfort for him

What was troubling Tristan was Calli. He remembered the kiss he had given her and found deep down inside he was glad he had done it yet still he wished he hadn't.

Over the past weeks he had come to realise Calli was a very confused and troubled girl. Her life had always been full of drama and mourning which had created the sort of wall she had built up around herself. She seemed reluctant to let anyone in but ever since she had arrived at Badon Hill, with the help of the knights, Tristan had somehow knocked down a bit of the wall.

But Tristan still hadn't decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Calli shivered in the coldness. Her coat was quite thin and was not much of a shield against the freezing wind and snow. She could feel the blood inside of her turning to ice and as she looked at her hands her skin was as white as anything.

All of a sudden she heard a scream. It was loud and high pitched, that of a woman's but it was still far off.

Calli peered around herself but all she could see was the wind thrashing small bits of snow about. Thinking it must have been her mind playing tricks on her and the coldness getting to her she pulled the coat up to her chin and clutched her mare's reins tight in her hands.

Calli had made the horse lie down against the cliff and placed her own blanket over it so as to keep the poor beast some what warm.

The suddenly there it was again. The scream of woman and it sounded as though she was being hurt or scared badly.

This time Calli was almost certain she had really heard a scream so she stood up and pulled her coat on tight around herself.

The horse stayed where it was and Calli was glad. She did not want it to suffer. She left the horse where it was and begun to trudge through the snow. The scream came again and again and soon Calli realised it was coming from up on the cliff. So with great effort she heaved herself up it. Never once did she dare look down.

Calli reached the top of the cliff and stood up, the wind almost knocking her over. Just in the past hour had the blizzard come and Calli cursed it with a passion.

"Hello!" she called out, her teeth chattering.

The only answer was a scream, this time it only came from a few steps in front of her. This came to a shock to Calli and she stumbled over in fright. The screams began to die down and Calli heard footsteps coming closer. A light shone through the flying snow and then suddenly Calli gasped out loud and almost screamed herself.

"Annalee!" she screamed to her sister.

But unfortunately Calli knew it would be hopeless to attempt to embrace her sister for Annalee was restrained by someone. Calli could see the terror and dread deep inside of her sister clearly.

Galahad had been looking for Calli for a long time now and had not found her. Not even a trace.

It had been at least five hours since the sun had gone down and it would probably be another four before it came up again. It in the meanwhile Calli was missing. Galahad would have informed Arthur as well but he couldn't find his commander either.

Suppose he is out looking for her, he thought to himself.

He carried a spare cloak, for Calli so that he could give it to her and she wouldn't be cold but he needed to find her first.

Galahad looked over to Gawain whom was sleeping with his mouth wide open beside Lancelot whom was leaning against a tree, gazing miserably into a fire. Dagonet slept beside the boy they had found in Marius's dungeons and Marius himself was crouched around a fire with his guards talking in whispers.

Galahad's attention went back t Calli. Where was she?

His feelings for her had seemed to grow since their argument and now it seemed impossible to remove her from his mind.

Only a few weeks ago had Tristan rode up with a small, injured and skimpy girl but it seemed over night she had transformed although Galahad wasn't sure she had realised.

She had grown taller and healthier; no longer did her ribs poke out for now she had a flat and solid tummy. Her flat chest had sprouted small but budded breasts and all that had remained of her baby fat was now gone. He cheeks were fuller and her lips were what Galahad thought as, to die for.

She may not have been all that extremely beautiful before but she had flourished a lot in so short a time. Admittedly there were women whom most men would rather but these were men like Lancelot whom spent almost all their savings on tavern whores and such. Galahad was different. He thought that Calli was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

But he knew that to marry her would be a dangerous task. She wasn't just any ordinary woman that would sit at home all the time bearing children. No she was wild and extremely protective of her privacy. He had learned that she liked to keep to herself and not make too much of a fuss.

"Calli," gasped Annalee in a hoarse voice, her eyes wide with fear and torture.
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