Disclaimer: I own nothing of King Arthur….but I own the character Evan.

Author Note:

I'd just like to say that, I didn't realise that this was the last chapter. I did imagine writing a sequel to this but I prefer to leave it as it is. I'd like to thank everyone who read it, even if they didn't review. It's been a privilege in writing this story for you all and I hope you'll look out for more of my writings. I know it's a short story, but please do not be too disappointed in me for at the end….everything works out for the best.

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Cesar's Village

I stood beside Tristan as Arthur spoke to the roman in charge. It did not seem too good around the fort because many of the soldiers were nursing injuries from a recent battle against Woads.

Tristan was observing the fort with sharp eyes and watched a group of Romans with a death glare as they stared at me when they walked past. I clenched my teeth to keep from blushing and smiling at them. They were a handsome bunch of men; I couldn't deny it.

Arthur came back telling us that many of the men had been injured in battles and they were short on healers. Dagonet and I offered to help since we had experience in healing and they took it graciously. The Roman Arthur had been speaking to introduced himself as Andreas Septimus. He was a very tall muscly man with long straight black hair and ridiculously bright blue eyes. I didn't move from Tristan's side as he talked with us all about the fort's business to which Gawain, Bors, Tristan and particularly Lancelot seemed to have no interest.

It was not until a woman with long light brown hair and brown eyes came toward us that I had a real interest in the place. She wore a tunic and breeches but would not wipe her flirty smile off her face. We eyed one another closely and knew that we knew one another. But from where? She certainly wasn't Roman…but Gods she looked familiar. It was when she spoke that it hit me.

'Hi,' she said happily. 'I'm Sara.'

'Evan,' I said. I laughed inwardly when her expression changed from flirty and happy to dawning and slightly nervous.

'Oh,' she said.

'Yes,' I said shortly. 'Nice to see you again.'

'W…what?' she asked me shyly.

'Don't fell bad,' I said mockingly. 'I got over it as soon as it happened. I hope you've found someone better in the mean time. Hopefully not someone taken.'

The Knights began to quiet down as they began listening in on the exchange of words. Sara seemed very uncomfortable and extremely guilty as I looked at her sternly. 'He played us both you know,' she said quietly.

'I know,' I said calming down from my anger. 'Don't feel bad…like I said. I got over it quickly.'

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'What was that about?' Tristan asked me as we walked through the fort.

'Well…in my previous….short….good for nothing relationship it was because of her that I didn't go any further with it,' I said. It didn't hurt to talk about it anymore. In fact it felt alright.

'Right,' he said as he took my hand. We walked down a narrow deserted path where Tristan pulled me into a side street.

'Tri-' I couldn't speak any further because he covered my mouth with his. I smiled against his demanding kiss as he pinned me against the wall. 'We…are…in full….view of…ev..ev..ry…o..one,' I said in between kisses.

He smirked and pinned my hands behind me. He picked my up and I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly as he kissed down my neck. I closed my eyes and hugged him tightly. It suddenly dawned on me that the simple things in life are what I wanted. And it also came to me that I had to tell the men who loved me that my heart belonged to someone else.

'You want to talk to them don't you?' he asked me.

'Yes. It's not fair. You don't have to say anything after wards but…it would just feel….right,' I said as I twirled one of his braids in between my fingers.

'Alright,' he said.

'Really?'

'Yes,' he said with a laugh. He kissed me again as his hands treaded to dangerous places.

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'Arthur?'

I sat down beside my commander on a chair by his window. He was looking out onto the fort silently. His armour had been abandoned on his bed and he sat in only boots, breeches and a tunic. The silent 18 year old finally looked at me but did not smile. 'I'm happy for you,' he said honourably. 'When I first found out you were a girl my greatest fear was not your life because we could have lied to Rome easily…but how the others would treat you. I am glad they took to you as quickly as they did.'

'Me too.' I looked outside briefly. 'You know…its early days yet. We still have another 11 years together and hopefully after we finish our time…we will still be able to remain close…but even when you are not around. Stuck in your room thinking up battle tactics and ways of defying Rome but doing it all in the name of your God…as much as they hate Rome because of what they took away from us…they still have a great deal of respect for you. Me too…I respect you too. After you still treated me like an equal after finding out I was a girl it means more to me than your respect to me when you thought I was a boy. It's what makes you different from the rest of your people.'

His eyes danced happily but his face remained passive. I smiled slightly and cleared my throat wanting to lighten the mood. 'You're right,' he said as he straightened up. 'And it's true…I do love you. As I know you know many of the others do to. You're easy to fall in love with because you're just as beautiful on the inside as you are outside.'

I smiled sheepishly and blushed. 'Thanks.'

I rose from the chair and kissed his cheek. 'You're sweet…for a Roman.'

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I knocked on Lancelot's door slowly a few hours after speaking to Arthur. I waited nervously before he opened it with a surprised look on his face until he noticed my expression. Without a word he stepped aside and let me in.

I looked around the room nervously as I played with my fingers…trying to find exactly what I wanted to say. 'You know…when I first came here….I thought you would be the first to find out my secret. The pretty boy of the group who could spot a woman a mile away.' I turned to him with a slight smile. 'I'm sorry…that…I don't love you the way you want me to. But I do. It feels strange but I do love you…a lot even. But it's the same way I love Arthur, and Dag…and Gawain and Galahad…even Bors. I know it could very easily be something else but its not. I just don't want you to go through life waiting and thinking 'maybe' when there won't be.'

He looked at the floor and nodded. 'I understand…even if I don't want to. I just…don't want you to forget this. I do love you. I'd be in a very, very strange state of mind right now if you were still pretending to be a man but….I don't deny what I feel.'

'I'm sorry,' I said quietly. I felt terrible about hurting him. I kissed his cheek softly and he turned his head toward me as I did so. I knew what he wanted. Slowly I brought my lips so his and kissed him softly. He did not ask for more which I was thankful for. He smiled down at me and I quickly squeezed his hand before leaving.

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'Lancelot….Evan….Tristan,' Arthur said as he panted down the hallways. 'Follow me.'

I ran with them to the stables where I followed Arthur's lead and saddled my horse. 'We have a small band of Woads around us. We must take them down before they do damage to this village,' Arthur said as he mounted his horse.

It was late afternoon and we rode around the woods where the Woads had said to be spotted. 'There is nothing here,' I said as I looked into the woods.

'They are waiting for us,' Tristan said as he nodded to a tree that shifted high above us. 'Archers.'

'Let's not give them an invitation,' Arthur said as he watched the woods.

Out of the blue Romans rode to us and arrows immediately shot out of the trees. 'Bastards!' Lancelot shouted as we tried to get away from the arrows.

Fru Fru was moving on the spot restlessly. I pulled on her reins to make her calm down but she kept trying to move. 'Stop,' I told her softly as I patted her neck. The Romans were coming closer and closer and then I felt a sharp pain hit my side.

'Evan!' Arthur shouted as the Roman's halted.

More arrows flew from the trees and I heard screams in my ears. I looked down at my hands and saw that they were covered in blood. I pulled the offending arrow out of my side and tried to stop the bleeding as Tristan pulled me off my horse. 'Get under cover,' he told me sternly.

But there was no time. Woads attacked from the woods and I had no choice but to fight them. I drew my sword with a shaking hand and engaged in combat. It killed 6 Woads before I unconsciously dropped my sword. I looked down at my wound and saw it seeping with blood. 'Shit,' I mumbled as I ripped part of my tunic to put the cloth on the wound.

'Evan.' Lancelot knelt down in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. 'Can you hear me?'

'What's going on?' I finally felt the pain of my wound and tears came to my eyes as my knees gave way.

'Evan.' He patted my face as fear etched in his voice but I could not respond. I felt cold and scared. I took in a deep shuddering breath and fell into his arms as I felt my eye lids become heavy.

'Evan you stubborn woman….look at me,' he yelled as he shook my body. 'Don't die on me.'

'I'm really sorry,' I whispered as I looked at him with tear filled eyes. 'Tell Dag too…because I didn't get a chance to.'

'No…now look at me because I'm getting you back. Don't do this. Come on,' he said as his voice hitched with tears.

I felt a tear roll down my cheeks and his fingers wiped it away. 'Tell Tristan that I love him ok? Pl….please.'

And without another thought my whole world went black.

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'EVAN!'

Lancelot screamed her name as her body lay limp in his arms. Tristan immediately looked in their direction when hearing Lancelot's broken scream and felt his heart plummet when he saw Evan's dead body in his arms. Lancelot was rocking backwards and forwards with his face in the crook of her neck.

Tristan broke into a run as did Arthur and looked down at them both. Lancelot looked up. His face was tear stained a bloodied. 'I'm sorry Tristan,' he said quietly. Tristan fell to his knees as he stared at Evan's pale face. She just looked to be sleeping but he knew she was so much more.

Arthur put a hand on Tristan's shoulder as tears flowed freely from his eyes. 'I'm sorry brother.'

Lancelot put Evan in Tristan's arms and was pulled up from the ground by his commander. The whole field was littered with the bodies of dead Romans and Woads. Only a few Roman's remained and they were looking curiously at the Knights as Lancelot and Arthur approached them but Tristan remained with Evan.

'Evan,' Tristan whispered. 'D….don't be dead. Please.' He touched her lips with his thumb and bit his lip as tears threatened to flow. He hugged her tightly and buried his face in her chest. 'No.'

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The world seemed to stop at that moment. The fog in the air surrounded them heavily and the clouds darkened. A brief moment of sadness passed over Britain and no one knew where it came from.

As the gates of Cesar's Village opened everyone came out to welcome the Knights of Arthur back but upon seeing the scout carrying the body of a woman everyone's smiles vanished. Dagonet, Bors, Gawain and Galahad stoped in their tracks upon seeing the depressed, broken expressions of their brothers. 'My Gods,' Bors breathed as he saw Evan's body.

Arthur stood before the commander of the village. His expression was one of absolute sadness. 'We leave for Hadrian's Wall immediately,' he said in a commanding voice.

And so it was. The Knights arrived at Hadrian's wall with Evan's body and the village elapsed into mourning. Vanora broke down immediately and sobbed against Bors as Tristan carried her body through to the main building.

He didn't know whether to scream or cry. All at once his emotions were pounding his head. 'Tristan,' Jols said as he put a hand on his shoulder. 'Let me take her in.'

'No,' Tristan said quietly. 'I will.'

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The Knights sat around the round table in silence. They had just buried Evan's body in the cemetery. It was the day after arriving at Hadrian's Wall. All of them had been crying before they began drinking. Arthur was holding his head in his hands as he held his breath to stop his grief from taking over him. Lancelot sat staring at the middle of the table as Bors sat like a rag doll drinking heavily. The person other that Tristan who took it the hardest was Dagonet. He did not know what to do when he saw her body. All of them were heart broken…..and it seemed that for a while, so was the rest of the world.

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11 Years Later

Tristan felt the last blow of the Saxon's sword pass through him. His mouth filled with blood as every part of his body screamed in pain. The sword was withdrawn from his side and he sat on his knees for a moment.

Right in front on him was the figure of a tall woman in a flowing yellow dress. He smiled down at him at her eyes shone with tears. He could not believe his eyes. In all of the years she had been dead, he hoped he would one day see her again.

He felt no pain now. He was looking down at Evan who stood beside him. Slowly, she lifted her hand and touched his cheek. 'I waited for you,' she said softly.

She looked at his body and took his hand in hers as he stood beside her silently. 'We must wait for Lancelot,' she said looking in the direction of the Knight who was falling to his knees.

'Can you not do anything?' Tristan asked her as he watched his brother Knight dying.

She shook her head. 'No. I'm not allowed to help anyone. I can only see you and you can see me….if you really wanted to.'

'I did,' he told her. 'Why didn't you come to us?'

'I was always there,' she said as she smiled at him. 'Your hawk could see me as well. She sensed me when I was with you. Look.' She pointed to Dagonets spirit. He walking toward them with a smile on his face.

Tristan looked at Evan and noticed her change. Her hair was longer, it fell down to her waist, and her eyes were brighter and she She also seemed older. 'You changed,' he said. 'But you died when you were sixteen.'

'You see me as you want to see me,' she said. 'I do not remain as a sixteen year old in death. Here he comes.'

Lancelot looked around himself and noticed three figures standing one beside the other smiling at him. 'Dag? Tristan? Evan….my Gods!'

Evan smiled at him as he walked to them trying to figure out what was going on with him. 'Am I dead?'

'Yes,' Dagonet said calmly. 'We could not move on without you so we decided to wait a bit.'

'It's been quite fun watching you all,' Evan said as Lancelot arched an eyebrow. 'You were quite the ladies man weren't you?'

'Not anymore,' he said as he looked around. 'So what do we do now?'

'Follow that,' Evan said. She was pointing to a bright white light in the shape of a circle in the middle of the battle grounds. 'Then we get to go home….for real this time.'

At once all of them stepped through the white light and found themselves staring at green fields. 'Are we…?' Dagonet asked in awe.

'We are home Dag,' Evan said as she looked toward as village. 'We are in Sarmatia.'

Lancelot and Dagonet laughed and embraced happily as Tristan pulled Evan to him and kissed her. 'We can still do that?' he asked her.

'Oh yes,' she said seductively. 'That is….until we decide to go back to the land of the living.'

'As horses?' Tristan asked her.

'We can choose our paths,' she told him. 'Whether we are re born are horses or humans I don't care just as long as I'm with you.'

'Aye,' he said as he went to kiss her again.

Dagonet and Lancelot groaned. 'Right now?' Lancelot asked them. 'Must you do that right now?'

'Yes,' Tristan said breaking from the kiss for a split second.

'Were going for a walk,' Dagonet said calmly.

'So vixen….lets see when you've got,' Tristan said before he deepened their kiss.

The End.