It was definitely colder here than it was back at Castellum. Ailith actually had to pull on her cloak when they stopped for a break. She tended to ride closer to the back of the group, far enough away from Lancelot and the black haired beauty that she could still keep an eye on them but couldn't hear their conversation. It's had been going on like this for a day now. When they got to the meeting place Lance broke off from the rest of the knights and spent most of his time with Princess Marcellina. Arthur spent his time up front with Tristan, trying to find the best paths to get this mission over with faster. The Healer smiled at the thought of the dark eyed scout at the front of the path. The night before he had come back to came long after night fall. They had been just settling down for sleep after eating at their own fire and he had come up behind Ailith and pulled her over to Cadmon. He had his bedroll already set up beside the dappled horse. He took her roll and laid it out right beside his. They slept beside each other for the first time since the confession.

"Ah, looks like tiny is thinking about our charming Sir Tristan." Bors loud voice broke Ailith from her train of thought. She turned to him, a faint heat rising to her cheeks. He and Dagonet laughed to themselves, falling in on either side of Ewell.

"Shut up Bors," She muttered as she lowered her eyes. The dark haired woman felt Dagonet's eyes on her like warm blanket of comfort. She looked up at him and saw the faint smile on his lips. Ailith rolled her eyes but smiled as well. "Fine you caught me. Yes, I was thinking about Tristan." She admitted and both met burst into laughter, Bors much louder than his friend. She rolled her eyes once more before shifting in the saddle. It seemed as though the cool air made the leather hard and uncomfortable to sit on.

"It's easy to tell. Your eyes have a bit of a faraway look but you smile the slightest too."

"Good to know that I have my own personal observers." Ailith gave Bors a strange look. It wasn't very often that someone tells you that there is a certain expression you make when thinking of someone special. "But just to inform you, I wasn't thinking only of Tristan."

"Ah yes, your whore of a brother," Bors said immediately with a roll of his eyes. Ailith grinned, turning forward. Her grey eyes caught her brothers and her grin grew even more. Bors noticed and burst out laughing.

"Do I even want to know?" Gawain asked, falling back with them.

"Ah just making fun of Lancelot." Ailith filled in to the golden haired knight. He chuckled and brought his horse, Boda beside Ewell.

"I'm guessing that he didn't tell you about Marcellina?" He asked after a moment. Bors and Dagonet looked back at each other and started forwards. This was more of a sibling thing even if they weren't true blood siblings.

"No, he never told me that he knew any Romans. It was a bit of a shock."

"I bet. Maybe you should talk to him about it?" Gawain suggested only receiving a quick glare.

"Yeah, sure, right, like we'll be able to stay in the same area without fighting. I'll probably be the one to start it too." There was a long silence that was filled with the quiet chatter and horse hooves clicking on the dirt path.

"Fine, I'll tell you what happened." Ailith glanced over to him with confused look. "You deserve to know and if not from your brother I'll tell you." He nodded once before going into the story. "It was one of our first solo missions without the constant watch of Roman soldiers. We were escorting a very high up family back to the harbors. Lancelot immediately took a liking to the daughter. You can probably guess already that that was Marcellina. He was always at her side, a lot like he is now. She became obsessed with him and rarely let him out of her sight. It creeped me right the hell out. But when we finally got to the harbor she offered to take Lancelot with here. He would have continued out his fifteen years but it would be spent in Rome with a few of the other Sarmatians that were taken there. He obviously refused. Said something about this damn island being much better than that cursed lands. So, she went on to the boat and we hadn't heard from her since. And now, she's back and will probably make a muck of things again."

"Well, it's good to know that Lance doesn't only have sawdust in that head of his. I was starting to wonder." Ailith muttered with a slight smile while Gawain laughed softly.

A big surprise was waiting for the Healer when she went to the knight's camp area that night. Sitting extremely close to her brother was the dark haired woman from Gawain's story. Ailith's feet paused in her graceful steps, her eyes locking onto the princess's dark ones before she purposefully sat far away from the two. Dagonet and Galahad looked at her as she sat down between the two, a slight frown on her face. She couldn't sit beside Tristan since he was off somewhere in the forest around them. She refused to sit with Lancelot and Gawain was sitting on her brother's other side.

"No more stiffness from being in the saddle all day?" Galahad asked, trying to make easy conversation through the tense air. Ailith smiled at his sad attempts.

"No, Ewell and I are working much better together and I seem to be getting used to the long hours of riding." She leaned around the youngest knight to look at Gawain. "Have any extra bread?"

"Yeah, here you go." The blond knight broke a half from his small loaf and handed it to the woman. She quickly scarfed it down and stood up. She was making things awkward with her friends and she didn't want that. So she said good night to the knights and went back into the darker sections of the camp, where the horses were tied.

"Hey there Ewell," she murmured in Sarmatian, pressing her forehead to dark horse's shoulder. "Sometimes I wonder if it would be better to be an animal. Maybe just let Wolf back in, let her take control for a while like I used to." Dark hair concealed her eyes when she pulled away. "No, that would just be running away. I'm over that." The Sarmatian tongue flowed freely out of her mouth until she heard footsteps behind her. The young woman wiped around to see the princess behind her with a glare in her eyes.

"Are all Sarmatians so uptight?" She asked aloud without really caring. Ailith frowned, placing her hand on Ewell's neck.

"Is there something you'd like?"

Marcellina sneered, her lovely face changing to that of a jealous woman. "I want you to stay away from Lancelot."

Oh Goddess, what did I do to deserve this one? Ailith thought to herself. "Hate to break it to you but I have no interest in him." She answered, keeping her tone polite but cold.

"That's why I saw you staring at him earlier?"

"That's not it! He's just -"

"I couldn't care less what a Sarmatian slave has to say. Stay away from him or I'll have you removed." Marcellina threatened, her voice willed with nothing much truth. She really thought that she'd be able to do it. The Healer rolled her eyes and turned away from the Roman.

"Whatever. Better go run off to the warm for before you freeze to death."

During the next few days that princess was practically clinging to Lancelot. She'd laugh at just about anything he said, her laughter sounding like soft bells. She always had some skin touching his. It disgusted Ailith. She kept to herself or with Tristan; both times she rarely had to talk. It suited her just fine. She even went out scouting with her knight when he allowed her. It made her feel a bit more useful on this long trip. And of course, Tristan has his very blunt ways of getting information out of her.

"So what's with you and the princess?" Ailith blinked from the sudden break in silence. She looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

"She thinks that I like-like Lancelot." The scout's head jerks back to her with narrowed eyes. "Yeah, my thoughts exactly," she rolled her eyes and patted Ewell's thick neck. "She threated to 'have me removed'."

"Is that so," he trailed off, turning his head forward again. They fell silent once more until they came back to the caravans. Just before they went their separate ways Tristan pulled the dark haired woman close to him. "Maybe it's better if you stayed with either Dagonet or Gawain when I'm not with you." He whispered to her, his hand light on her hip. She nodded slowly and moved away slightly. He leaned down quickly a snuck in a quick kiss. Ailith pulled back and noted the faint smile on her knight's lips.

"Oh go report to Arthur," she laughed and pushed his shoulder back. He smirked and kissed her once more before going off to find his commander. Ailith shook her head and took both Ewell and Cadmon over to the other horses. Lancelot just happened to be there with Aelred, running a brush through his dark mane. The woman paused a moment before continuing to tie off the creatures following behind her.

"Haven't seen much of your tiny," Lancelot commented without turning to look at her. Ailith frowned and turned her head slightly towards him.

"Probably because you're pasted to that woman."

"I'm not pasted; I'm her body guard for this trip."

"Oh you mean like you were last time you saw her?" Lancelot frowned and turned fully to face his sister. Aelred pressed his muzzle to the man's shoulder and pushed slightly.

"How do you know about that?" He asked with narrowed eyes. Ailith looked over at him with a glare, tugging off the saddle from Cadmon.

"Since you didn't tell me, Gawain did. He told me about how obsessed the two of you were." Just then a light laugh sounded from behind them. The siblings turned and found Marcellina watching them with a smile and a Roman man standing beside her.

"Oh Lance, what are doing here with her?" Lancelot looked between the two dark haired women with a frown on his face. Marcellina smiled sweetly but when her eyes locked with Ailith's the Healer felt heated anger directed at her.

Oh Gods, honestly, what have I done to deserve this?

"I'm just discussing something with Ailith. We had a bit of a disagreement." Marcellina laughed a bit and hooked her arm with Lancelot's, leading him away.

"Ailith wake up! We're under attack!" The young woman jolted awake, eyes wide. Tristan was close, his hand on her shoulder. Ailith blinked quickly and stood from her bed roll. She grabbed her swords and quickly followed Tristan's lead into the hoard of rogue men. Three days. It only took three days for Marcellina to take up her threat. Even if she hadn't said it outright Ailith had a feeling. Plus with the princess constantly watched the other woman. Best plan on action; stay beside Tristan at all times.

"Tristan, don't let me out of your sight." The scout looked back at her with confused eyes. But when he saw her face, hard with the knowledge she had, he nodded. They cut through the rogues like a gust of wind through the valley. No man or the occasional woman stood after the Sarmatians got through.

But of course, accidents happen.

Ailith, while fighting off a beast of a man wielding a large axe became separated from the knights. Her battle went on longer than she would have liked. She twisted and cut and twirled like she always had but this wasn't enough. Until finally she could a weak spot. The man never protected his legs. He was too busy attacking of warding up upper body attacks. The young woman took a quick swing downwards, cutting into his flesh easily. The rogue moaned and fell to the ground with a rumbling 'thud'. Ailith walked over to him and quickly rammed her sword through his heart. With one more twitch of his body he was dead.

And at that exact moment something jabbed her in the back. Nothing nearly as painful as a sword or axe, but small and sharp like a nail. Ailith reached around and plucked out a dart. They really were after her.

The Healers legs began to weaken and shake from the weight of her body. She crumpled to the ground, her hand covering her face. "Ailith!" She heard someone shout. But her mind was starting to fog, she couldn't place the voice. Grey eyes started to darken and she felt the rest of her body hit the earth faintly. Then everything went numb and then just dark.

Darkness.

All of the knights belong to the wonderful creators of King Arthur. Ailith is mine though, you can't have her!

Alright everyone, ladies and gents. I have offically finished "A Breeze". I am so proud of my work and so glad that I've had so many people like my fanfiction. And a BIIIIIIIIG thanks to xXxFantasyAmorexXx for making that awesome video for this story. I absolutly loved it.

Now, some of you might like to know that I will be starting a sequel once winter break starts. That way I have this week to work on "Long Forgotten". I miss Galiene :(

But now, once again I thank you all for reading this and sticking with the story for so long.

Love ya!