Authors note: Ok guys I am really sorry I forgot to put a disclaimer on chapter one, so it will be below the warnings. Also this is the chapter that may get the story to the T rating but I will try to make worse and just rated it M just to be safe. There is a warning below this I suggest u read if u are a bit frightful about that sort of thing. Now on with the story!

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HAS A BIT OF RAPE IN IT SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE TO READ ANYTHNG THAT EVEN MENTIONS IT I SUGGEST THAT U READ NO MORE! CONSIDER YOUR SELF WARNED!

Disclaimer: I own nothing King Arthur except Tristian and that's only in my dreams but o well. If you try to sue you will get nothing but a picture of me doubled over laughing at you and how you tried to sue me over something so small as a little story. If you want it that bad then I'll take it as a compliment but I think that you have more sense then that. Have fun!

Chapter 2

As they went along they picked up 2 more boys from a village 60 leagues away from his. First one boy came upon a white horse. He had blond hair that looked more red that went down to his shoulder blades and bright eyes. Tristian later learned that his name was Gawain and he was the oldest of 5 boys. The second, he was obviously younger then the other, rode up crying. He had dark curly hair cut short with a dirty piece of clothing wrapped around his head to keep his ears warm.

"So you thought you could go and I wouldn't notice? I've got eyes Gawain!"

"If the stories the older knights tell are true then I don't want you to go through the same thing they did Galahad!"

"What are you trying to protect me now? I'm not a baby!"

Tristian blocked out the argument between the two boys and started looking around the land. It looked the same as always, grass everywhere but where the little rivers of water trickled down from the mountains that was the northern boundary of their country. When he looked back at the boys he saw that they had finished their argument and were now waiting on the decision of the Romans. 'Their going to say yes if they could take everyone in every village they would.' One, Tristian saw, had a funny gleam in his eye. 'I wonder what he's got in his head.' He noticed that the Roman was looking at the younger boy, Galahad. 'I'm going to have to watch him I don't like that look he has.'

Over the past two weeks they picked up 6 more boys, of which only 2 left a lasting impression on him. One called Dagonet was tall and quite. Tristian liked him immediately. Another, Bors, was loud and looked as though he could crush a mans skull between his two powerful arms. 'They compliment each other perfectly.' Tristian thought as he watched them grow closer during he journey.

The last boy they picked up had dark curly hair and dark eyes.

"How long shall we be gone?"

Tristian had heard this question numerous times and hoped that the Romans wouldn't get mad at the lad.

"Fifteen years, not including the months it will take to get to your post."

"And where shall our post be?" Tristian asked, it had been a question he had been wanting to ask for a while. Everybody turned to look at him in wonder.

"So he does talk." Bors muttered to Dagonet, hoping that Tristian hadn't heard him. Tristian just ignored him for it was the first time he had spoken since he had left home.

"Hadrians Wall in Britain." Said the Roman after a pause. Tristian had heard of Hadrians Wall. It was built by the Roman Emperor of the same name 3 centuries before he or the other boys. It stretched 73 miles long marking the northern boundary of the Roman Empire.

They continued riding and at night Tristian watched over Galahad and if he couldn't stay awake any longer he slept right beside him and Gawain.

One night when they were 150 leagues away form the wall, Tristian awoke to the sound of a scuffle, he turned around and found Galahad gone. He looked for Gawain and saw him get up and start looking for Galahad. Tristian got up and ran towards the where he thought the sound of the scuffle was coming from. When he got there the sight that he saw brought back memories he would rather not remember. There were 2 Romans one holding down Galahads arms, the other lifted up his toga and then got on top of the struggling Galahad. Tristian knew what Galahad was thinking, 5 years ago Romans had come to his village to do a census and check up on the villages. When the Romans saw him they went to his father and asked if they could speak to him for a while, but his father, knowing what they had in mind, said no.

He mentally kicked himself for letting those toughs return. 'Stop thinking and get Gawain and the others.' So he turned and ran as fast as his legs would carry him over to where Gawain had gone.

"Gawain! He's over here get the others we'll have to fight them off."

Gawain looked at him questioningly but nodded his head and went to wake Lancelot, Bors, and Dagonet. When they go there they all stopped. Galahad was still struggling but was getting tired and the gag that the Romans had placed in his mouth had almost completely fallen out when they jumped into the fray. Gawain, Dagonet, and Bors jumped on the Roman on top of Galahad, while Tristian and Lancelot jumped on the Roman that was holding his arms. In ten mins. they had the Romans pined down when the other boys came to see what the commotion was all about. When 3 other Romans came and saw 2 of their comrades pinned down in the ground with swards at their necks they started yelling and hitting the boys. After they saw a crying and bleeding Galahad in Gawain's arms they understood and tied up the two guilty Romans and put them in the Roman side of the camp.

Because Tristian was the closest thing they had to a surgeon, he looked over Lancelot, Dagonet, and Galahads injuries. One of the Romans pulled a dagger on Dagonet and grazed his shoulder while Lancelot received a slap across the face with a leather-gloved hand that left a bloody whelp in its wake. Neither of their injuries was serious but Galahad had a number of them. The sides of his mouth were torn where he had fought to get rid of the gag. His hips and wrist were turning weird shades of yellow, blue, purple and black where the Romans had held him down. He would not talk to Tristian or Gawain and tried his hardest not to meet their gaze. After finishing with Galahad and leaving him with Gawain, he went to check on his horse and to think. 'His injuries were just like mine except, because he had another to hold him down, none of the injuries ever broke skin.' He lifted up his sleeve to look at he scars around his wrist, that he got when his Roman had kidnapped him, took him into an empty hut, tied him to the wall (none to gently) and brutally raped him. He felt sorry for Galahad because, unlike Tristian whose father had hacked the Roman into pieces after he walked in on the Roman the 2nd, he would be riding with the Romans who had tortured him until they got the wall and might even have to live with them.

He suddenly became aware of his surroundings when he sensed someone moving in the darkness. Then he saw Galahad; he was walking very stiffly.

"You should be resting." Tristian said. Galahad winced.

"I know, I just came to say thank you. Gawain said that you was the one that found me and alerted them, so thank you."

He smiled a bit then turned and walked away.

"Your welcome Galahad." Galahad turned around and smiled again, only bigger this time, as Tristian put his arm around Galahads waist and helped him back to his pallet. The rest of the way to the Wall Tristian and Gawain stayed up and kept watch over Galahad and the rest of he boys

A/N: I just want to say a big thx to my reviewers and if u like it the more reviews I get the faster ill put up a new chappie!

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