Enigmatic Dreams

Disclaimer: I own everyone who was NOT in the movie. Sadly. I own nothing that isn't mine. Teehee.. I'm confusing myself here! XD

A/N: 'smiles coily' Hi. I have two confessions to make. First of all - I'm from Estonia! I'm Estonian and speak, well-, Estonian. Soooooo... if there are any grammar or whatsoever mistakes in my story - IT'S ALL MY FAULT! 'weeps some' Oops, I mean.. umm. Well, don't blame me! (A) Blame my mom for giving birth to me in a country that doesn't speak English. Yeeees, that's it. Blame her!! =D Second - this is my first fan fic EVER and I'm so tiny and fragile (LOL).. Oops, again. Damn it.'bangs herself on the head & distroys the little that was left' Just please be honest and yet, gentle (if that is possible) and review it. Remember, first chapters ARE usually kinda crappy! =)

Chapter One: A fairy-tale come true

"How many?" Wilt asked the much younger boy who had just crept to his side behind a large bush. "Finlay!" His voice was demanding now, waiting the boy to reply. Finlay, still catching his breath from running, answered, "Eight, maybe nine." He pulled a burr from his ear-length auburn hair and sighed. "Eight targets!" Wilt yelled to men around them. "Everyone in position, now!"

Eightteen men scattered to either side of the road, hiding in trees and bushes. They were the Rogue scots. They used to live quite a distance away, up North among other scot tribes but huge disagreements made them leave. About 120 scots travelled South and formed a tribe of their own. The rogues, as they were called by Woads, were at peace with them. They only mugged and killed Romans or other such foreigners. Their small village was situated about four miles from the sea shore. It was deep in a dark brane just under a snow-covered mountain. The rogues had lived there for three years now.

Wilt heard the sound of numerous hooves trotting along the dirty path towards them. His heart started beating a little faster for he was waiting for the fray. So were his men. 'His' men, he loved to say that. He was one of the tribe's leaders. But he was the most disrespected leader of the three. Algernon's back in the village babbling about worthless crap, he thought with a scorn. Algernon was the leader of their village, mightier than Wilt. He was the oldest and also, the most respected member of the tribe. People loved him for his calmness, rational thinking and sincerity. He always knew what to do but made few mistakes. He was Wilt's father. His reationship with his father was not a warm and loving one. He repeatedly tried to live up to Algernon's expectations, half the time failing miserably. He would kill the fool anytime but would suffer the malice of Lorna and the rest of the tribe. Ah, Lorna. Those eyes could soften my heart if I had one left, he thought bitterly.

Wilt had always felt a somewhat jaundice against Lorna, the tribe's third leader. Even though merely nineteen years of age, she was Algernon's favourite. She was one of his four children but 'special', for she was adopted. Wilt had been 16 when Algernon had come home with a five-year-old girl who he had found abandoned by the river. Wilt had to take care of her because he was the oldest and Lorna the youngest of Algernon's children. She was tough but fair and very talented with a bow. When she was thirtheen their mother and one of their brothers died of pneumonia. He remembered that it had been the first time he had ever seen her cry.

The sound of hooves was approaching rapidly. Finlay looked at Wilt, trying to get his expression. The scot beside him was tall and quite muscular. Long brown hair tied back with a string, short beard and thick eyebrows that now were frowned. He had a leering look in his dark eyes for several seconds but then jumped out of the bush. Finlay looked up. He hadn't noticed that their targets were already here. He knew they would do their usual plan.

"Hand over any food, weapons and valuables you have!" Wilt demanded blocking Arthur's way. Arthur stopped his horse and looked suspiciously at the human infront of them. Wilt caught a glimpse of all the knights and rested his eyes on the leader. Damn the Gods, he furiously thought, they're no ordinary Romans. The man nearest to him, obviously was in charge, he had a powerful presence about him. Wilt found it rather perturbing. His thoughts were interrupted by the snickering and scoffing knights. They seem to have taken the bait, good. Arthur noticed the man's eyes narrow and before he could say anything, he let out a war cry. Like lightening from the sky the Rogues in hiding attacked.

Lorna looked on from behind a large tree. Teeh, idiot Wilt, she sneered to herself. She studied the knights' fighting techniques carefully and had to admit, she had never seen anyone fight with such skill and passion. From her point of view she could see a dark haired ominous-looking knight. He scared her a tiny bit for he seemed to be enjoying killing her kinsmen. She then saw another knight fighting with his fists, roughly beating a rogue who she didn't recognize. Her eyes looked at him, top to toe as the tall man with a scar under his eye stoically un-sheathed a dagger and plunged it into the Rogue he was fighting. Her heart skipped a few beats as she realized who he reminded her of. Dominic. No, she could not think of him right now, she had to help her kinsmen.

Lorna slowly neared the fighting ground. She saw a curly-haired knight knock Wilt, the bloody momma's-boy, to the soil. She had to help him. Giving a tedious sigh she found a strong leather string from her breeches' pocket and ran towards the man who was about to kill Wilt.

Arthur swung his Excalibur, chopping off a Rogue's head. He turned to view his surroundings. All of his knights were in good health, the Rogues however were not doing so good. From the eightteen that had ambushed them only half of them were still fighting. He frowned at what he thought he saw – a female Rogue coming out of the woods. The girl ran towards Lancelot who had his back to her and was just about to push his sword into the Rogue's leader. The girl had something in her hand wich she hooked around Lancelot's neck and pulled himm back with. She was strangling him! Arthur hurried towards them but before he reached them the girl had let Lancelot go and shoved him away. To his surprise the girl scoffed at the leader who quickly got up and started another show-down with Arthur's best friend.

Lorna smug and turned her head only to find a blade next to her neck. Her and Arthur's eyes met and she felt a quiver run down her back. This man infront of her was clearly in charge of the knights. He had an aura surrounding him – strong, powerful, honourable. Why doesn't he kill me, she thought anxiously, waiting for the blade to cut into her flesh. But it didn't. Arthur lowered his sword and looked at her. She had wavy fair hair that barely reached her elbows, big chestnut eyes and her eyelids had been painted black to her eyebrows. He had noticed all the other Rogues had had black painted eyes too. But there was a symbol on her pale cheek, that the others did not have. Must be an important member of the tribe, he presumed.

Lorna did not know what had come over her. She slightly inclined her head carefully and smiled to Arthur. "Lorna," she said. Arthur didn't know what to make of this at first but decided to reply. "Arthur Castus." Her eyes went big. Arthur, she nearly gasped. Her (step)mother had told her fairy-tales when cooing her to sleep when she was very young. Once she had told her of Arthur, the half-Roman, half-Briton who, with his Sarmatian knights rescued the innocent and fought for justice. Since then, all she had wanted to hear where stories about Arthur and only him. He had been her childhood hero until her mother died. But she still remembered and a feeling of nostalgia swept over her. She did not want her Rogues to fight this knight or his men.

"Rogues! Retreat!" she turned her back to Arthur and yelled at the top of her lungs. The remaining seven Rogues looked at her in disbelief but soon hurried off into the dark forest. The knights were as stunned. Bors and Dagonet were ready to jump after them but Arthur gave them a look not to do so. They all glared suspiciously at the young girl who appeared to have power over those much older Rogue men, who stopped at the edge of the brane. She looked back at Arthur and smiled. "I've heard of you, milord," quoth she, and let her gaze over the knights. For a second she rested her eyes on the tall man who slightly reminded her of Dominic. Dagonet caught her eyes and he saw there something more deep than the others may have seen. For a moment he thought she had a loving look in her eyes but shrugged that off in his mind. The girl disappeared into the brane.

"Why did you come?" Finlay, one of the remaining Rogues asked her when she caught up with them. "I think we all knew that Wilt would screw up one way or another," she answered. "Wilt is dead," she heard the young man about her age continue. She sneered to herself but Finlay saw it. "And that's a bad thing?" Lorna asked, a smug on her face. Finlay shrugged. Nobody had never truly liked the arrogant man so why was he even concerned? "By the way," she saw the look on his face, "You're in charge of the mugging party now". They smiled to each other and made their way infront of the tired Rogues.

The knights had been on the road again for some minutes now. Laughing and sneering at each other, espescially Bors. A/N: but what else is new? =D But Dagonet still wondered about that girl. Beautiful but distant, he thought. He remembered her expression when she had looked at him. Whatever it was, he had a feeling that they would meet again. Somehow.

A/N: umm.. whatcha think? I hope there's no need for a paper bag and mouth wash? Please lil' ol' me and review, kay? =)