DISCLAIMER: We're REALLY sorry...we forgot to put our disclaimer in on the first chapter. So you know. This is co-written. Meaning there are two of us writing it. We don't own King Arthur, the movie, the story, the legend, the man, yadda, yadda, yadda. NOR do we own any of the knights. Unfortunately. We also don't own any of the places or movie scenes stuck in this FanFic. In fact, the only thing we DO own is Marieta and Kamilia. PLEASE don't flame us for changing some things around ...we don't have a fire extinguisher. Be sure to review and enjoy the story!
----------Chapter Two----------
Ever since I was a little girl I had always loved the story of Arthur and his knights of the round table. When I had become a knight myself I had eagerly wanted to join their ranks at the Wall. Now I was actually being escorted to the Wall itself to join the amazing Roman leader and his infamous knights.
It had been five months since we had left my family. I had recently turned "eight" when I had actually turned ten. I couldn't tell them my real age for it would look extremely strange for a young boy on the verge of manhood to look so soft. I expected that my face and body would change over the years, but not exactly in the way that I want it to.
"Here they are, my lord," said the soldier who was escorting me to the wall. He was talking to a man in shining armor with a very handsome face. Arthur. "This is Rowan and Lucan, my lord; they will now be in your service." Arthur looked me up and down. "Can this boy fight? Can he even hold a sword?" he asked astoundingly. I was used to being underestimated from my size; it always made me laugh when my opponent found out that I was actually good. I smirked at the thought.
"Yes my lord and quite well," I spoke aloud, bowing. "Give me a sword and a dagger and I'll cut off any damn rebel's head that I lay my eyes on." Arthur looked astonished that someone my size could have such spirit to speak aloud. "And you, Lucan, are you fit to join me and my knights on the Wall?" I looked over to Marieta and saw that she was smirking, that infamously mischievous glint in her eye.
"Of course my lord", she replied, "I can fight as well as any grown man, perhaps even better. Now, when do we start?" "Thank you," Arthur said, still a bit confused by the small, yet unmistakably strong spirited boys in front of him. "You may go now" he said, signaling for the soldier to leave.
-----Marieta's POV-----
We were escorted to our rooms. They were right across from one another so we would always be able to talk. There was a fire crackling in the corner, giving it a homey feeling. There was a bed, with some coarse off- white cotton sheets, and some other brown blankets. There was a table with 4 chairs by the fireplace, and places to put swords, and shields, and knives, and bows. It was comfortable, and there were several books on the shelves that I would probably use to occupy my free time. I went across the hall to Kamilia's room. Kamilia's was exactly like mine except some of the furniture were in different places. "Well..." I said. "Well" she replied. We both laughed. This is where we truly belonged, and both of us knew it, right then and there.
We decided to look around a bit and find the other knights. We found Arthur who took us to his round table, a place we had only previously dreamed of ever going. It was a spacious room, with a huge round table in the middle. On the walls were shields and a painting or two but nothing to extravagant. There were about 50 or so chairs and there were about 30 knights, some old, some younger that I. Well, at least we wouldn't be the only new ones here.
"Welcome to hell!" exclaimed a rather large hairy knight. And so it began.