The next morning Tristan woke with his arm wrapped around Lana's shoulder, with her head leaning on his shoulder. Since he was cradling her with her face buried in his shirt, he had trouble getting out this position without waking Lana. After some slow moving and wrapping her up in the bed sheet, he was able to walk out of the door.
As soon as he reached the tavern, he was met by some odd stares and glares. Tristan just acted as he normally did, observing everyone and everything and carving out pieces of apple to eat with his knife. Not ten minutes after he had leaned against the wall had Arthur and Lancelot
came to him.
"Why did you spend all night with Lana, Tristan?" Arthur asked him. Tristan thought this was odd since Arthur usually didn't care who he was with and for how long.
"Why?" Tristan responded.
"She is hurt no thanks to you, and she seemed upset when I saw her." Lancelot said.
Tristan sighed. He hated telling people about his personal life and past.
"When Lana wakes up, if she feels up to it, and if she wants to she can explain," he said.
Before Arthur or Lancelot could say anything in reply, Tristan cut them off. "It's not my place to tell you, it's her life not mine." No sooner had Tristan finished his sentence, everyone heard a scream. They were Lana's screams. Tristan took off cursing himself for leaving when she had just put everything together.
"TRISTAN!" He heard her scream as he ran. "NO! PLEASE! STOP!"
When he threw open the door and he saw her thrashing about wildly, fighting off a nightmare.
"Lana!" Tristan shouted, hoping to wake her from her nightmare, but to now avail. Holding her, Tristan tried to protect her from a demon he couldnt see. All the knights were at the door by this point, staring in wonder as to what was going on, and why she screamed his name.
"Shh, it's okay," Tristan said as he rocked her slowly, trying to calm her. Her screams came to whimpers, and then silence.
"Tristan!" Lana yelled as she opened her eyes searching wildly for security and safety. Lana was met by Tristan's worried face, her hands touching his face making sure he was real. As soon as reality hit her she launched herself on Tristan crying and mumbling her words together.
"Tristan it was horrible I thought you died!"
"Slow down Lana, I can't understand you." Tristan said as he gently pushed her away from him.
Lana wiped away her tears and began composing herself, before she realized everyone was in the room.
"Mind tellin' the rest of us what's going on?" Bors asked with an annoyed, but concerned look on his face.
"Lana do you want me to tell them?" Lana just nodded. Tristan sighed as he turned to face his friends and companions. Lana faced the window looking out into space.
"Lana is my sister." Tristan simple stated. Eyes went wide at that statement, so Tristan continued. "After I left, my mother became a ghost, and my father rescued her mother." He said as he pointed to Lana.
"They fell in love, and Lana's mother became pregnant." Lana just stayed facing the
window. "Her mother didn't tell our father until after my mother had died, so he took to the mountains where she gave birth to Lana, and died in child birth."
Tristan was a little surprised at how easily he lied to his friends, but he knew Lana should tell the rest, not him. He gave them enough to know, but not to much for them to worry. A wave of sympathy came from everyone in the room, but the silence was broken by Galahad.
"I think we should let them settle this on their own. I'll see you later in the training field Tristan. You owe me a fight."
Everyone seemed to agree; with grumbles and nods they left the room, except Arthur and Lancelot.
"Lana I'm sorry for you're loss, but you should be happy to know you have a brother," Arthur told her as he gave her a squeeze on the shoulder and left.
"Lana it's a bit of a surprise, but surprises are almost always good. When you feel up to it come out and practice archery with me!" Lancelot gave her a big grin hoping to cheer her up, and it seemed to work.
Lana gave a forced smile and said, "Maybe Lancelot, but no jokes when I beat you." Lancelot laughed and left the room closing the door behind him.
Lana turned to Tristan and said. "Thank you for lying for me. I don't think I'm ready to tell them the whole truth."
Tristan nodded, showing he understood, and asked. "What happened?" Then Lana began explaining her dream.
There was a field of burned homes, and bodies lying around. Lana looked up and was dragged to hut with a man with long
dirty blonde hair and beard. He was with a bald man with a small blonde beard.
"You thought we wouldn't find you! Ha, well since you won't talk on your own maybe this will help." The big blonde man moved and Lana saw Tristan tied up, bleeding and dying.
"L-Lana, don't say...anything." It took him so much effort to say those few words.
"Tristan! What did you do to him!" She yelled as she faced the big blonde man. "How could you! You monster!" Tears began forming. She thought for once she would be happy with her brother, but now someone was trying to take to the one thing she needed.
"What do you want?" The big blonde man sneered and replied "You!" Lana felt like this was a rerun; she didn't understand why everyone wanted her, but she needed to protect her brother. "You have me! Let him go PLEASE!" The man laughed and motioned for a sword. Taking the sword he slashed Tristan in the chest, causing a roar of pain and blood pouring from Tristan.
"No!" The blonde man grabbed Lana, carrying her over his shoulder out of the hut. The other dragged Tristan by his hair out of the hut. Their whole army was out and everyone began moving, after he threw her on a cart. Lana began having flashbacks of a
dungeon and an ice lake. She screamed as everyone moved in cutting, and stabbing Tristan. The last thing she saw were his black eyes with no life left.
Tristan kept a straight face even thought her dream did disturb him.Tristan gave Lana a supportive hug and knew just what she needed.
"Lana, get dressed." Lana looked up at Tristan confused and worried. "Just do it and meet me by the stables." Tristan told her firmly, hoping to get her to listen to him.
"Uh huh." Lana said as she got out of bed.
Tristan sighed as he closed his bedroom door behind him. Traveling through the maze of hallways he stopped at the pub to get a few apples.
"Is Lana okay?" Vanora asked Tristan. Tristan was slightly annoyed having to answer everyone's questions, but replied anyway.
"She is fine. A little nightmare is all. I'm going to take her for a ride to clear her head." Vanora smiled at Tristan. He never said much, but always seemed to know what to do.
"She seems like a sweet girl. Everyone came in here with a weird look on their faces. I'm glad you have a family member, some aren't so lucky." Vanora said glancing at Lancelot in the corner gambling.
Lana grumbled a little as she got dressed, having no idea as to what Tristan was planning, but at the moment she just wanted to get out of this room, even though Dag told her to stay inside for two days. One was enough for her. She felt like a caged bird unable to fly and stretch her wings.
Tristan walked over to Dag, who stood on the practice field just watching Galahad and Gawain fight.
"Dag." Tristan said to get his attention. Dag turned around with a simple grin on his face.
"Yeah Tris, what is it?" Tristan just looked at the stables, and Dag knew. Tristan himself had done this many times just riding even when a little injured, because everyone needed time to clear their heads.
"It'll only be for a little while, and I promise no fighting." Dag gave a firm nod, and a glare saying "You better not hurt her anymore," and pushed Tristan off to the stables.
When Lana finally reached the stables Tristan already had his and her horse saddled and ready to ride. "Where are we going Tristan?"
Tristan just glanced forward looking into the distance. "Somewhere."
Lana sighed and jumped onto her horse and waited for Tristan. He whistled and soon after, a hawk soared down towards them. "Check it out girl." Was all he said as he released her, and swung onto his horse. "Let's go Lana. We'll be back relax." Tristan told her as his horse began running away. Lana looked a little surprised but squeezed Athena's side to get her to sprint up to Tristan.
Lana halted her reins as she saw Tristan stopped over looking a gorgeous lake. They had been trotting and sprinting for awhile, because every time Lana got close to Tristan he would push his horse forward, egging Lana on. Lana's breath was caught in her throat the sun was setting over this beautiful lake, and it had such a tranquil feeling.
"I've never shown this to anyone, and when I had horrible dreams about the men I've killed or father and mother...I would just run here and watch the sun," Tristan said.
Lana smiled and felt very touched that Tristan had shared this sacred place with her. "It's so beautiful and I feel so at peace it unbelievable." Lana paused and looked up at the sky. "It's like I can feel them. They're smiling at me, but that the same time I can feel their fear for me."
Lana got off her horse and walk to the edge of the cliff. "I just wish I knew why so many people want me dead." Lana tensed as she felt Tristan wrap his arms around her. "I wish I knew, because I can see father in you, and I can feel him too." Tristan let go and sat down. "I don't want to lose another family member. I can't stand the man I am, but I can't help it." Tristan looked up and said no more.
"Thank you Tristan so much for bringing me here and I am sure I'll visit this place again, but we must return or I'm sure Arthur will have a fit." Tristan smiled at the thought of Arthur. He had been the man that gave him a chance and never doubted him or mistrusted him.
"You are right, and I still owe Galahad a fight, but I guess it'll have to wait until tomorrow." Both brother and sister climbed their horses in fluid motion and skill. Both raced back to Hadrians Wall.
Lancelot was taking his frustration and confusion out on a wooden post in the practice field. He had admitted to himself he was jealous of Tristan. He had sister who against all odds found him by accident. Life just wasn't fair to Lancelot. Gareth was the only family he knew for sure that was alive when he was in Britain, and he died in his arms. Lancelot had gone to women for comfort and release, but they could only do so much, and drinking could only numb the pain for a short while. Lancelot was so into his thoughts he didn't notice how dark it got or Lana tapping him on the shoulder. An instant reaction, he turned around almost cutting her head off her shoulders, but she fell, tripping and taking him for the ride falling on his ass once again.
I'm sorry this took so long! I promise six will be here real soon! Damn summer asignments why did I decided to do Honors classes why? Anyway Read and Review Pretty please!
