Author's Note: I know I haven't updated in a really long time, which is really not like me. My little sister has been in and out of the hospital for a while now, so please, no flames about me not updating sooner, I had a good reason. I'll try to update sooner from now on. I wrote this chapter pretty quickly so that's why it's kind of short. If there is anything you don't understand in this chapter write it in a review or e-mail me: I will change it, or clear it up right away. I am happy that so many people like and read my story and I want to keep it that way! So here you go: (I hope you enjoy and remember to update!)

Chapter 5

I woke up very early the next morning. Even though this mission held almost certain death, I was excited to go.

I went over to the closet that stood in the corner of the room and found nothing but dresses. Now there was no way I was going to fight in a dress.

I walked around the room and looked inside some of the drawers of the vanity table, which was where I found pants. I pulled on the brown leather pants that were way too small for me. I had to lie down on the bed and pull them up with all my might to get them over my hips. Once they were on I stood up, hoping they wouldn't rip, and walked over to the mirror. They fit me pretty well lengthwise, but were very form-fitting on my thighs.

I couldn't find a shirt anywhere, so I took one of the white dresses and cut the bottom off. I looked at myself in the mirror and was satisfied; my pants were too tight, my shirt was cut unevenly, but at least I could fight in these clothes, and who really needed to look good on the battlefield!

I made the bed and walked out of my room towards the stable. All of the knights were already in there. Galahad was warming his horse up and the others knights were sharpening their swords.

"Wow, Julia, you have really tan legs! Put some pants on!" Gawain teased me, looking at my too-tight pants.

I just gave him a playful glare and walked into Rhaebus' stall.

After I got Ray brushed and saddled, I heard the bishop's voice. Apparently the minister-looking man was to accompany us on our quest.

I took Ray out of the stall and was about to mount up when I heard the bishop shout out, "A woman! You're taking a woman on such a holy mission? Taking a woman on a journey as important as this one, will surely lead to disaster!"

I was very confused by this statement; since when are women bad luck! But then I figured that the bishops' strict religion probably had something to do with it.

"She is to stay here with me, I can tutor her in the name of the Holy Father," the bishop said, looking me up and down. I didn't like the tone of his voice at all. How could this man be a man of God!

Arthur didn't seem to like the sound of the bishops' last statement either. "She will come with us. If she doesn't go none of us will," Arthur said in a 'that's-final!' sort of tone.

The bishop was about to reply, but Dragonet and Bors had both gotten up and were menacingly glaring down at him.

Throwing a disgusted look at me, the bishop swung around and quickly walked away.

I let out a small 'sigh' of relief. I had feared for a second that I would be forced to stay with the bishop.

"…and that man calls himself a man of God…" I heard Tristan mumble to himself as I mounted Rhaebus.

I took my sword off of my saddle and attached it to my back. I was then handed a bow and arrows which I attached to the saddle.

The rest of the knights and the minister-looking man got on their horses. We were ready to go. Arthur looked at each one of us and nodded, we all nodded back. He then turned his horse and cantered ahead, with the rest of us following.

As we were galloping away from the wall I took one last look over my shoulder at it. The great wall looked very small from where we were, and I was praying that soon I would see the magnificent wall, in all its glory, again.

We rode our horses at full speed into the night. I was getting worried about Ray, but he seemed to be keeping up. The terrain suddenly changed from never-ending plains to thick dark forest.

We cantered our horses, dodging trees and ducking under branches, through it. Arthur was urging his horse for more speed; I had a feeling that this forest wasn't safe and that Arthur wanted to get us through it as fast as possible.

Suddenly Arthur pulled his horse to a stop. We all followed suit and listened. I could hear movement in the trees all around us. I prayed to God that the noises were made by squirrels or some other forest animals.

Tristan said something about Woads tracking us, when suddenly an arrow flew in front of Arthur's horse. He quickly turned his horse, as did the rest of us, and we galloped in the other direction.

Our escape path was cut off by arrows with strings attached, that were shot into trees, making a sort of wall. (Author's note: I wasn't sure how to describe the arrow-rope things, but if you've seen the movie, which I suspect you all have, you'll know what I am talking about. Now back to the story :p ).

We sharply turned our horses and all of us galloped in different directions. The Woads were succeeding in their plan of confusing us and splitting us up. I urged Ray to jump over some bushes in front of us, but he refused. When I turned him around to run in another direction I saw dozens of Woads blocking our path. They had their bows and arrows raised and pointed at my heart. I didn't know what to do; I sat there in shock and closed my eyes tightly, preparing for death…it never came.

I heard a low whistle. By the time I had the courage to open my eyes again the Woads had disappeared. I heard the knights talking a few yards away from me. I could tell they were just as surprised by the Woads' change of heart as I was.

"Why didn't they kill us?"

"Merlin doesn't want us dead," I heard Arthur say as I rode over to join the rest of the knights.

"Are you alright?" Lancelot asked me. I told him I was fine.

I then realized that he hadn't spoken to me all day. Maybe he was upset at me for not kissing him the night before. I told myself that if he was mad at me it would be for the better, I won't have to worry about my emotions going haywire and me falling madly in love.

After Arthur made sure that everyone was alright we all followed him through the forest in a single-file line. We walked our horses; they needed the break and the Woads seemed to have disappeared.

Lancelot was riding behind me and I could feel his eyes on the back of my head. Every time I turned around to look at him he would avoid my eyes and stare blankly into the forest. I really wish I knew what was going on in his mind.

(Authors Note: Alright, well Julia wants to know what is going on in Lancelot's mind, but sadly she is not psychic. Luckily you, the reader, are! So here is Lancelot's POV so you understand why he is acting the way he is. :p).

Lancelot's POV:

As we were riding through the forest I was thinking about all that had happened in the last two days. When I first laid eyes on Julia I found her very beautiful and couldn't wait to get her in my bed (Author's Note: I hope he doesn't sound too 'player-ish' here, but he IS a man and men mainly think about one thing…so please be understanding! Lol). There was a certain innocence about her that attracted me to her.

The very first day as she was struggling under that dead Woad I knew that under her innocent demeanor were horrible and painful memories. Yet on that day the only thing I cared about was getting her to my room.

That night in the stables I was so sure I would finally have her. Yet she pulled away from my embrace, shivered at my touch, and stepped away from my kiss. I lay awake all night thinking about her, I was sure I wasn't falling in love with her. She was more of a prize I wanted to win and then abandon.

But this morning when I woke up I realized that I can't do that to her. She is the daughter of my best friend. I have been able to have these 'one-night-stands' with women in the past, and it has never bothered me.

So as we were riding away from the wall I decided to keep my distance from her, for her own good. I will never be the man to take a wife, if I let myself get too close to Julia I will just end up hurting her.

I could tell she was confused by my actions, but I just kept telling myself that it was for her own good, but was it really the best for mine?

Author's Note: Alright I have a lot to write and I hope all of you read it. There is one review by katemary77 (I hope you're not mad that I singled you out :p) that all fan fiction writers need to read. It is a great review with NO flames but constructive criticism, which I like. Alright, first of all, I am centering on the events of the movie, mainly because I know how the characters will act in those events and it's just easier to write (I know I am lazy! Lol). And I did write down direct lines from the movie, I will stop doing that from now on, well I will condense them, because I realize how boring that must get for the readers. I know I made Julia a little too perfect, I tried to give her a little flaw in this chapter (the pants) and I'll try to make her more 'realistic' from now on. One last thing that I think readers may have misunderstood, I know it seemed like Julia and Lancelot fell in love really quickly, but Julia is worried about falling in love, she hasn't yet, and Lancelot, as you have found out in his POV, was only looking to get into Julia's pants (that will change, he will truly care for her in later chapters). So I hope this cleared up a lot of misunderstanding, I appreciate constructive criticism, as long as its not rude, I haven't had a problem with that so far and that makes me really happy. XOXO