Ten

The blue sky was barely shining through the breaking clouds, on the tip of Badon hill stood their faithful leader, Arthur, and with his perched eagle on the top of his blowing flag, he stood on his stallion, proud as ever.

"Artorius!" Bros screamed while patting his sword to his heart. "RUS!" And like before, Arthur replied, in that hollering fashion.

"RUS!" His voice traveled for what seemed like forever, and once his mouth shut, the words floated passed their ears, like a calling.

Traveling down the dirt path, the six of them lead the way of the people from the town in the whisper of the breeze they all trotted along slowly. Lana looked over at Galahad, Gawain, Tristan, Bors and Lancelot. None of them would look into her eyes. She exhaled loudly, just before the beating of a drum approached. Lana gripped her reins and after glancing up at Arthur nearly a dozen times but this time he had vanished, she turned to Gawain, but he avoided her eyes again.

Like flipping a switch, their horses began swaying uneasily, whispering a few calming words they began to calm, and after the men exchanged a few stares, Tristan freed his hawk, and like a sign, the five men all held smiles of hope.

Lana, not bothering to look towards the other Knights she turned Morty around, and the wagon behind them held the weaponry, and stopping next to it, she grabbed a couple bundles of arrows, a bow, some daggers, then turned to the boys and smirked. The same glint in their eye, resembled her own.

"Shhh, you'll be fine Morty." Lana whispered while fishing through the armor in her bag, snapped on the back of the saddle. Usually, there was nothing that fit her, or anything to her taste, but after speaking to Guinevere, she pulled a few strings, and late in the night, appeared with something wearable.

Giving a last look at Bors, Lancelot, Gawain and the others, Lana sighed before speaking.

"See you on field boys." Driving her heel into Morty's side, she caused him to break fast in the opposite direction they where riding in. She trotted fast, and had enough time to change before the hill top.

"I think she planned that." Bors laughed, Galahad lifted his chin while Tristan tied up his armor.

"I think your correct."

In usual fashion, Lancelot was the first up the hill, and once he held his moment with Arthur, the others rode up, proudly holding their flags and wearing their armor. With now five people on the hill top, the Saxon's began to scream.

"Knights the gift of freedom which is yours right! But the home we seek resides not in some distant land, but in us and our actions on this day. If this be our destiny, so be, but history remember as free men, we choose to make it so!"

"RUS!" Bors, Galahad, Tristan, Gawain, Lancelot and Arthur all shouted at once.

"Ready?" Lana had an energy in her eye, and Guinevere grinned while holding her bow still, then lifting it up, and pulling back the bow, Lana followed suit as did the other Woads. There they stood side by side, blue paint on Lana's body, which copied from the other Woads.

Once again they released their bows, sending another round into the Saxon's.

"They're moving," Lana muttered to Guinevere. Nodding, Guinevere turned to her people, their faces showed how ready for battle they where. Guinevere, Lana, Merlin and the other Woads watched Cedric call his other Saxon's ahead, and once they entered the gates, they where greeted by a clear field, with complete confusion. Burning pits shadows the grass, along with their dead Saxon's.

Guinevere stepped forward, and nodding at Lana to follow, they took a step ahead of the Woad line, and turned to Merlin for guidance. He issued them to pull up the firey cannons, and line the flaming arrows, with pleasure, Lana grinned as her arrow burned, awaiting the signal, they fired, nailing tons of hopeless Saxon's.

"See what your missing?" Guinevere whispered before shouting a battle cry, allowing the Woad line to move. Lana ran at her side, ready for combat. As soon as the sound of clanging metal rang in her ears, Lana found the closets Saxon and with her first blow she cut across his chest, recoiling back to miss his attempt at her throat. With her teeth gritting, she lunged forward, driving her sword into his abdomen.

Lifting her heel to recollect her sword, Guinevere defending her self, then deflected a raging Saxon, before stabbing him in the kidney. With blood shooting from the wound, red spots ran down her arms, mixing with the blue color as she screamed for more to fight.

Lifting a spear, Lana drove it straight into the side of the a Saxon, whom pinned Tristan down, grunting with heavy breaths, Lana ripped free a spare dagger, and slashed his throat. In the mean time, Tristan was able to get free, and kill another half dozen Saxon's.

Guinevere was eager for more and as soon as a Saxon leader was in the open, she ran for it. His long blonde go-tee wasn't very appealing, and the first few slashes where all Guinevere's doing, until he'd knocked Guinevere to the ground, with no weapons. Lana in the heat of battle grabbed a near by arrow, and drove it into her attackers side, then reaching for her free sword, cut his calf, then went for his throat. Turning behind herself, to ward off another attacker, she saw Lancelot from a far, and Guinevere on the ground.

Lana took a heavy breath, and with power nearly deflected a stab to her stomach, but he'd swiped her enough to cause bleeding. Stepping forward, the Saxon hit her eye with a right hook, until Lana's sword leveled into his side.

Screaming, she stood up, and watched Lancelot turned to another attacker, and once his death was final, he turned back to save Guinevere, when an arrow collided in his chest.

"AHHHH!" Lana shouted, filled with wrath. She ran from her position, and gashed a near by Saxon from behind, then grabbed their neck, and forcing her blade to his throat. Almost all her breath disappeared when she ran to Lancelot's side, her hand touched his blooded face, his eyes barely moved when she came in view. Lana mouthed his name in the air, as her lips moved, he watched while gasping for air, she touched the arrow, but he only screeched in pain.

"I have loved you a thousand times before!" She shouted while turning him onto his back, cradling his face, she felt Guinevere at her side, watching on her knees, tending to his side as well. "You shall see our child in the after life, and you tell him, I loved him." Before Lana could continue, Lancelot's eyes faded quickly, after a few moments of blinking, a last gasp of air was all that was heard. "I have always loved you," Lana whispered while brazing her hand on his cheek. Blood was drying on his lips, and the arrow in which took his life was still in his chest.

Guinevere touched Lana's shoulder, as tears rolled from her cheeks, pressing her hand to her cut stomach, she looked up, she saw Arthur in the distance. Guinevere was still at Lancelot's side when Arthur arrived to his beloved Knight, Lana, stood, holding his bloody stomach, in tears.

"It was my life to be taken. Not this! Never this!" Arthur screamed to the sky, he knelt to Lancelot, and removed his helmet. Exchanging glances with Guinevere, he welled up tears. "My brave Knights I have failed you, I nether took you off this island, nor shared your fate." Arthur continued as Gawain, Galahad, and Bors carrying Tristan walked over, all their faces heart broken. Gawain turned to Lana, he hugged her quickly, embracing her like it had been the first time they'd seen each other in weeks. Before pulling away, and keeping his arm around her, they stood next to Arthur and Guinevere, staring down at Lancelot.

((One last chapter yeah!!!))