A young Arthur is running through a burning village, with his little sister in his hands. He takes he to a building and put her in a hiding place were she would be safe. "Stay here." He said and kiss her on the forehead. Then he runs out to find his mother. Fifteen minutes late he found her but he sees that his mother being trapped in a burning building. "Mother" he screamed. "Arthorius" He hears her scream. He runs to the burial Mound of his father and pulls out the sword. He returns to the burning building and found that he was to late. He knelt on the ground hold his father sword. He stared at the sword for a while, then remember his sister.

He stands up and runs to the build were his sister was hidding. When got there, he saw the build burning like the rest. He fell on his behind and put his head in his hands. "NOOOO" he screamed.

Arthur sat up quickly, "Nooo" he said as loud as he did that horrible night. He put his head in his hands. He could feel them shacking. He looked up and saw Marius' Mercenaries fighting Dagonet and Lucan was in the arm of Maruis, with a dagger to his neck. "Get him" Maruis ordered.

Arthur got up and see Lancelot and Guinevere heading toward hem comotion. He picked up he sword and ran after them. Guinevere shot an arrow at Maruis, and it pierced his chest, then he fell to the ground, dead.

Lucan ran over to Dagonet, and Dagonet pushes him back under the waggon, "Down" He said as he pulled out his sword.

Lancelot, smirking, looks at Guinevere "Your hands seem to be better." Guinevere glares at him and then shoot an arrow at the Mercenaries feet. Bors rode in on his horse. "Artorius!" he yelled, then more settle he said "Do we have a problem?"

"You have a choice. You help, or you die?" Arthur said to the mercenaries. After being hit with Bors horse, they throws there weapons to the ground.

Angharad stepped out of her tent, "What going on?" she asked, then she saw Maruis dead on the ground. A small smile formed on her face. Then she looked up and saw Tristan riding in on horse. Bors turned to him. "How many did you kill?" The tracker jump off his horse "Four" Bors laughed loudly. "Not a bad start of the day."

Tristan walked you to Arthur and drops a crossbow at Arthur's feet "Armor piercing, ther're close; we have no time."

Arthur nodded his head "Everybody pack up, we're moving on.

A/N: Please review. I want to know if anybody is reading my story or not.