Summary: Ordinary men make extraordinary heroes. Now Women, prove there
worth to King Arthur and his knights in the midst of a battle for their
homeland from the Roman Empire.
Disclaimer: I know what I wrote and I know what I got from the movie. Frankly, that's good enough for me.
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Lancelot woke up suddenly when his jaw slammed down onto Arien's shoulder. He groggily looked around with his eyes still half closed.
He noticed with dreamy twisted logic that they had stopped and now someone was talking.
Arien spotted Lancelot was awake and she felt relieved as she started giving orders to Arthur.
Looking around quickly she noticed the thirty guards running after them were only a few seconds away by now. Their destination was separated from the mainland by a two hundred foot drop into dead ocean, and then there was the matter of the hundred feet or so across. She knew the horses could not make that jump, nor could any human survive that fall.
Arthur's horse began to get impatient as it spotted the swords being waved in the air by the guards. They all looked forward, the castle was to the left, directly in front of them, about a ten minute ride from there current position, was a forest line.
Now to the right guards were gathering.
"Lancelot, you keep asking my why I have four swords?" she whispered as they all began to ride full speed forward.
"Yea........." he said slowly. Then it clicked and he smiled, pulling out the two swords she seemed to never use.
He twirled them in his hands and grinned as the men were boxing them in.
"Do not let me fall." Arien hissed.
Lancelot did not ask questions, he simply put the two swords firmly in between his arms and torso and slipped his feet into the saddles stirrups as she took hers out.
She stood very slowly, wobbling side to side as Lancelot tried to keep her steady. Finally she placed one foot on the base of the horse's neck and began to yell at Arthur.
"THROW ME YOUR BOW!" Arien yelled, waving her arm in the air as he turned his head to look at her.
He nodded and grabbed the bow on the side of his saddle and let it sail out of his hand towards her. She caught it, leaning to the left a bit far. Then Arthur let a single arrow go, hoping she did not get hit with it.
She caught it, an inch from her forehead, and immediately sat back down sideways in the saddle.
Lancelot took the swords back out and swung at the men trying to get close enough to them to knock them off.
Arien grabbed a rope from just under the side of the saddle and knotted it to the end of the arrow. She stood up again, making Lancelot roll his eyes as he grabbed her waist again.
Lancelot noticed she aimed with the sleeveless arm, but the silver rings on her upper arm must have constricted her muscles. She shot the arrow high, in fact so high Arthur was sure it must have fallen off the side and dropped into the ocean.
She sat back down and wrapped the rope around her middle once then did the same to Lancelot.
"Wait, what the hell is this for?" he asked suddenly, just now understanding what she had planned. She did not respond, instead she pulled him up with her, as she stood next. Lancelot was amazed that for even the few seconds before they jumped they stood perfectly balanced as the horse continued to ride full speed.
"What about AAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRR?" Lancelot yelled as he tried to turn his head in mid air to spot his fellow knights.
He did not have time to see them, because only seconds after they jumped they both slammed into the side of the cliffs.
"Oh hell!" Lancelot called out in pain, the side of his head hitting the hardest.
Arien yelled no just as he let go of the rope and clasped his hands to his face.
At first nothing happened, but then Lancelot rolled down and pulled Arien with him.
She stood rock solid, straight as a board with his fists clenched as tight as her eyes. Lancelot waved a hand in front of her face, "Hullo? Were not falling anymore." He said, looking up at the end of the rope, only three feet above there heads.
She shook her head, "Are you afraid of heights?" Lancelot asked suddenly, smiling at her.
She opened her eyes and scowled, "I fear nothing!" she yelled.
Lancelot shrugged and looked down at the water some fifty feet below them now.
Arien sighed and looked down as well, smiling as an idea came to her. "We can make that." She said quietly.
Lancelot shook his head, "I thought you were afraid of heights! Bloody hell!" he said, getting hysterical.
Arien looked up at him and smirked, "Its either that or we sit here for the rest of our lives and our bones become warnings to others attempting the same."
Lancelot sighed, "I don't-"
Before he had a chance to finish his sentence Arien grabbed his hand and pulled him off with her.
She went head first, her hands pointed above her hands for a smooth dive.
She missed Lancelot falling beside her, his hands waving wildly in the air as he tried to run with his legs at the same time.
They hit the water, Arien as fine, but Lancelot hit the water back first and gasped in pain instead of holding his breath.
Arien surfaced and looked around for him, shaking her head in despair as she took another deep breath and dove back under to fid him.
She spotted him swimming towards the bottom, obviously confused.
When they surfaced together Lancelot began gasping for breath, his eyes still tightly shut.
"Are you afraid of water?" Arien asked sarcastically as he tried to swim against the current.
All in all Arien was exhausted as they washed up onto the shore, Lancelot had fought her the whole way, refusing to open his eyes.
Now as they lay in the sand, both breathing hard he opened his eyes at last and laughed.
"HA! HAHAHA!" he shouted triumphantly. He looked over at Arien, but seeing her half asleep he instead rolled over to her sideways.
He tapped her shoulder hard a few times before she opened her eyes.
"You lost my bloody swords, didn't you?" she asked so quietly Lancelot barely heard her. He frowned,
"Uh......Well I suppose I may have dropped them in surprise before we jumped to our inevitable deaths." He said quietly, trying not to make her angry.
She sat up, and then stood up, brushing the sand from her pants.
Then she sighed, still looking down at her now ruined pants with an expression Lancelot could not quite understand.
She now almost gave Lancelot a heart attack by ripping her pants off and revealing a very short pleated plaid shirt. It was forest green with light brown seems that matched her top.
Her two other swords she took out and wiped clean with her pants before tossing them back into the water. Sliding the swords back into their sheaths she turned her back to Lancelot and walked towards the caves.
He followed her, amazed by her lack of usual womanly decency.
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Arien explain to Lancelot that night everything he had missed while he was sleeping.
"You see, Tristan isn't very well yet, he would have never been able to make the trip." Arien paused and tossed him another bit of fish to eat, placing more on the heated rock above their fire.
"But then where will they go?" he asked thickly, swallowing everything he had in his hands as quickly as possible.
"The forest, but tomorrow night we have to lower the gate for them, I am not sure how just yet, but we shall see." Arien replied, shrugging her shoulders.
Lancelot nodded, "How do we get up there?" he asked curiously, looking back out the cave to the ocean waves crashing against the beach.
Arien smiled, "Get the fire out, I will show you." She said, standing back up and rubbing her hands together.
She grabbed a few sticks and held them to the flames, rolling them to get them all lit.
Lancelot followed her towards the back of the cave, eventually they entered a small tunnel and had to crawl for a few feet.
She stuck her arm with the sticks into a large hollowed out part of the cave wall and pulled her self through.
Lancelot followed, with an expression of utter amazement. "How do you know about this?" he asked quietly, looking at the carvings on the walls.
She pointed to a staircase and said, "I have dreams about this place." With that she began to walk up the stairs slowly.
Lancelot followed, still very interested in the carvings on the wall.
Suddenly his head began throbbing with pain again and he rubbed it as he looked up, "I told you to stop." Arien said, sitting down on the top of the stairs and looking back down.
He joined her, "A trap door. That's convenient."
Arien shrugged, "We wait here until nightfall." She said quietly, leaning back and closing her eyes.
"How the hell are we supposed to know what time that is?" he asked, looking around trying to spot and sun light in the large room.
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Arthur sat with Tristan as Artimus slept by the fire.
"What do you think of our Princesses friend here?" Tristan asked, tossing a few dead leaves towards the flames.
"Something isn't right. I can not trust her yet......" He said darkly, glaring at Artimus's back as he slept.
Tristan raised his eyebrows, "I was talking about him." He said quietly.
Arthur shrugged, "We shall see."
"I know what you mean about Arien, something about her story doesn't feel right." Tristan said, looking up at the stars, "But Lancelot is with her, he will not let her betray us."
Arthur laughed darkly, "Lancelot is jaded when it comes towards his feelings of women. It has been to long since any of us saw him look at one the way he looks at Arien."
Tristan swallowed hard, but did not say anything.
Arthur looked at him with his eyes narrowed, "She has another reason for coming here......I can feel it."
As Arthur and Tristan put out the fire Artimus lay on his side with his back to them, eyes wide open. He thought about everything they had said and swallowed his fears, he needed to be ready to help Arien, no matter what the cost.
The light around them died quickly and every ones attention was turned to the sounds drifting past them.
Arthur heard no sound of men, but he thought it was odd they did not chase them into the forest.
He thought it even more peculiar Arien knew it was so.
Disclaimer: I know what I wrote and I know what I got from the movie. Frankly, that's good enough for me.
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Lancelot woke up suddenly when his jaw slammed down onto Arien's shoulder. He groggily looked around with his eyes still half closed.
He noticed with dreamy twisted logic that they had stopped and now someone was talking.
Arien spotted Lancelot was awake and she felt relieved as she started giving orders to Arthur.
Looking around quickly she noticed the thirty guards running after them were only a few seconds away by now. Their destination was separated from the mainland by a two hundred foot drop into dead ocean, and then there was the matter of the hundred feet or so across. She knew the horses could not make that jump, nor could any human survive that fall.
Arthur's horse began to get impatient as it spotted the swords being waved in the air by the guards. They all looked forward, the castle was to the left, directly in front of them, about a ten minute ride from there current position, was a forest line.
Now to the right guards were gathering.
"Lancelot, you keep asking my why I have four swords?" she whispered as they all began to ride full speed forward.
"Yea........." he said slowly. Then it clicked and he smiled, pulling out the two swords she seemed to never use.
He twirled them in his hands and grinned as the men were boxing them in.
"Do not let me fall." Arien hissed.
Lancelot did not ask questions, he simply put the two swords firmly in between his arms and torso and slipped his feet into the saddles stirrups as she took hers out.
She stood very slowly, wobbling side to side as Lancelot tried to keep her steady. Finally she placed one foot on the base of the horse's neck and began to yell at Arthur.
"THROW ME YOUR BOW!" Arien yelled, waving her arm in the air as he turned his head to look at her.
He nodded and grabbed the bow on the side of his saddle and let it sail out of his hand towards her. She caught it, leaning to the left a bit far. Then Arthur let a single arrow go, hoping she did not get hit with it.
She caught it, an inch from her forehead, and immediately sat back down sideways in the saddle.
Lancelot took the swords back out and swung at the men trying to get close enough to them to knock them off.
Arien grabbed a rope from just under the side of the saddle and knotted it to the end of the arrow. She stood up again, making Lancelot roll his eyes as he grabbed her waist again.
Lancelot noticed she aimed with the sleeveless arm, but the silver rings on her upper arm must have constricted her muscles. She shot the arrow high, in fact so high Arthur was sure it must have fallen off the side and dropped into the ocean.
She sat back down and wrapped the rope around her middle once then did the same to Lancelot.
"Wait, what the hell is this for?" he asked suddenly, just now understanding what she had planned. She did not respond, instead she pulled him up with her, as she stood next. Lancelot was amazed that for even the few seconds before they jumped they stood perfectly balanced as the horse continued to ride full speed.
"What about AAAAAAARRRRRRRTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRRR?" Lancelot yelled as he tried to turn his head in mid air to spot his fellow knights.
He did not have time to see them, because only seconds after they jumped they both slammed into the side of the cliffs.
"Oh hell!" Lancelot called out in pain, the side of his head hitting the hardest.
Arien yelled no just as he let go of the rope and clasped his hands to his face.
At first nothing happened, but then Lancelot rolled down and pulled Arien with him.
She stood rock solid, straight as a board with his fists clenched as tight as her eyes. Lancelot waved a hand in front of her face, "Hullo? Were not falling anymore." He said, looking up at the end of the rope, only three feet above there heads.
She shook her head, "Are you afraid of heights?" Lancelot asked suddenly, smiling at her.
She opened her eyes and scowled, "I fear nothing!" she yelled.
Lancelot shrugged and looked down at the water some fifty feet below them now.
Arien sighed and looked down as well, smiling as an idea came to her. "We can make that." She said quietly.
Lancelot shook his head, "I thought you were afraid of heights! Bloody hell!" he said, getting hysterical.
Arien looked up at him and smirked, "Its either that or we sit here for the rest of our lives and our bones become warnings to others attempting the same."
Lancelot sighed, "I don't-"
Before he had a chance to finish his sentence Arien grabbed his hand and pulled him off with her.
She went head first, her hands pointed above her hands for a smooth dive.
She missed Lancelot falling beside her, his hands waving wildly in the air as he tried to run with his legs at the same time.
They hit the water, Arien as fine, but Lancelot hit the water back first and gasped in pain instead of holding his breath.
Arien surfaced and looked around for him, shaking her head in despair as she took another deep breath and dove back under to fid him.
She spotted him swimming towards the bottom, obviously confused.
When they surfaced together Lancelot began gasping for breath, his eyes still tightly shut.
"Are you afraid of water?" Arien asked sarcastically as he tried to swim against the current.
All in all Arien was exhausted as they washed up onto the shore, Lancelot had fought her the whole way, refusing to open his eyes.
Now as they lay in the sand, both breathing hard he opened his eyes at last and laughed.
"HA! HAHAHA!" he shouted triumphantly. He looked over at Arien, but seeing her half asleep he instead rolled over to her sideways.
He tapped her shoulder hard a few times before she opened her eyes.
"You lost my bloody swords, didn't you?" she asked so quietly Lancelot barely heard her. He frowned,
"Uh......Well I suppose I may have dropped them in surprise before we jumped to our inevitable deaths." He said quietly, trying not to make her angry.
She sat up, and then stood up, brushing the sand from her pants.
Then she sighed, still looking down at her now ruined pants with an expression Lancelot could not quite understand.
She now almost gave Lancelot a heart attack by ripping her pants off and revealing a very short pleated plaid shirt. It was forest green with light brown seems that matched her top.
Her two other swords she took out and wiped clean with her pants before tossing them back into the water. Sliding the swords back into their sheaths she turned her back to Lancelot and walked towards the caves.
He followed her, amazed by her lack of usual womanly decency.
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Arien explain to Lancelot that night everything he had missed while he was sleeping.
"You see, Tristan isn't very well yet, he would have never been able to make the trip." Arien paused and tossed him another bit of fish to eat, placing more on the heated rock above their fire.
"But then where will they go?" he asked thickly, swallowing everything he had in his hands as quickly as possible.
"The forest, but tomorrow night we have to lower the gate for them, I am not sure how just yet, but we shall see." Arien replied, shrugging her shoulders.
Lancelot nodded, "How do we get up there?" he asked curiously, looking back out the cave to the ocean waves crashing against the beach.
Arien smiled, "Get the fire out, I will show you." She said, standing back up and rubbing her hands together.
She grabbed a few sticks and held them to the flames, rolling them to get them all lit.
Lancelot followed her towards the back of the cave, eventually they entered a small tunnel and had to crawl for a few feet.
She stuck her arm with the sticks into a large hollowed out part of the cave wall and pulled her self through.
Lancelot followed, with an expression of utter amazement. "How do you know about this?" he asked quietly, looking at the carvings on the walls.
She pointed to a staircase and said, "I have dreams about this place." With that she began to walk up the stairs slowly.
Lancelot followed, still very interested in the carvings on the wall.
Suddenly his head began throbbing with pain again and he rubbed it as he looked up, "I told you to stop." Arien said, sitting down on the top of the stairs and looking back down.
He joined her, "A trap door. That's convenient."
Arien shrugged, "We wait here until nightfall." She said quietly, leaning back and closing her eyes.
"How the hell are we supposed to know what time that is?" he asked, looking around trying to spot and sun light in the large room.
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Arthur sat with Tristan as Artimus slept by the fire.
"What do you think of our Princesses friend here?" Tristan asked, tossing a few dead leaves towards the flames.
"Something isn't right. I can not trust her yet......" He said darkly, glaring at Artimus's back as he slept.
Tristan raised his eyebrows, "I was talking about him." He said quietly.
Arthur shrugged, "We shall see."
"I know what you mean about Arien, something about her story doesn't feel right." Tristan said, looking up at the stars, "But Lancelot is with her, he will not let her betray us."
Arthur laughed darkly, "Lancelot is jaded when it comes towards his feelings of women. It has been to long since any of us saw him look at one the way he looks at Arien."
Tristan swallowed hard, but did not say anything.
Arthur looked at him with his eyes narrowed, "She has another reason for coming here......I can feel it."
As Arthur and Tristan put out the fire Artimus lay on his side with his back to them, eyes wide open. He thought about everything they had said and swallowed his fears, he needed to be ready to help Arien, no matter what the cost.
The light around them died quickly and every ones attention was turned to the sounds drifting past them.
Arthur heard no sound of men, but he thought it was odd they did not chase them into the forest.
He thought it even more peculiar Arien knew it was so.