Trying
Arthur had his arm around Tristan's shoulders. They were creeping through the tents slowly and silently. Blood ran from Tristan's temple and made his hair stick to his skin but he made no difference of it. He looked around them and listened for the easiest way out. There was none. Everywhere they went he was sure they would be spotted. 'Wait here,' he told Arthur softly. He steadied Arthur on his feet before creeping into a nearby tent. Arthur heard a crack and a chocking noise before he heard the scout coming back carrying weapons.
'That was easy,' Tristan said as he put a dagger in his boot. 'Let's go.'
They walked slowly to the edge of the camp. They killed everyone they came across and put them in near by tents so the bodies were not easily spotted. Tristan slit the throat of an unsuspecting Hun as Arthur drew his sword through a particularly ugly one who was eating as he died.
They were astounded at how easy it was to escape, but they knew their job was not over yet. They ran into the woods and followed a long trail to where they knew would lead them to the large camp that was working against the Huns.
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Shakira strapped her belt onto her hips as Guinevere painted a Woad tattoo onto her body. Gabriel stoped dead at the sight of seeing his mother in war clothes. 'Ma?'
'I need for you to stay with Anuk alright?' Shakira said as she kissed his cheeks.
'Where are you going?' he asked her sadly.
'To find your father.'
He kissed her temple and held her hand. 'Be strong mother.'
Shakira, Jezebel and Guinevere sprinted through the woods, following a trail of heavy footprints. Lancelot, Gawain and Galahad were headed back to the front line with Bors to support the Scots. The girls had been running non stop through the night when Guinevere stoped suddenly. 'What is it?' Shakira asked calmly.
'They are close,' she said as she looked through a deep set of trees. 'There. The idiots have made fires.'
Shakira smirked as Jet pulled out her bow and let go of three arrows. They instantly killed one of the Huns. The other 4 rose abruptly looking around for the source of the shooter as Guinevere and Shakira released 3 each. All of them killing the rest of the Huns.
'That felt good,' Shakira said sheepishly.
Guinevere broke into a sprint again as she followed a different trail of footprints. They ran for a short while until Guinevere halted once more and listened to incoming sounds. 'Two men,' she whispered.
Shakira raised her bow and two arrows and waited for the men to come into view. 'Come on,' she breathed as she kept her aim.
'Stop!' Jet hissed as she put her hand over Shakiras. 'Its Tristan and Arthur.'
Shakira peered into the trees and saw two men leaning against one another, covered in blood and looking beaten. 'Tristan!'
The scout looked up and saw his wife running toward him with Guinevere and Jet. Arthur smiled gratefully as Guinevere hugged him tightly. He hissed and she pulled back quickly looking very worried.
Shakira showered Tristan's face with kisses and he smiled as much as his body would permit, without feeling pain. 'I love you so much,' she said as she moved his hair from his eyes. 'We've been so worried. How did you escape them?'
'It was surprisingly easy,' Arthur rasped. 'There are another hundred or so men back at that camp. Some…I am certain are dead. Huns beat with clubs….it is not something to easily survive.'
Jet put a hand on her brothers shoulder sadly. He patted her hand tiredly as Shakira kissed his cheek again. 'It is no use going back now,' Guinevere said.
'We have been running most of the night,' Jet said. 'We will not make it back to the camp with you in this condition.'
'We'll camp here for the night,' Shakira said as she looked around. 'Let's clean these wounds as best we can and then we can head back at dawn. We should reach the camp by midday at the latest.'
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'What is happening?' Shakira asked Anuk as they arrived in the camp.
'Thank the Gods you're back," Anuk said as Gabriel came into view. "Nomads stormed the Hun camps. They have killed all of them. They are returning with out captured men.'
'Thank the gods,' Jet said tiredly.
Gabriel was being hugged tightly by his father who did not give his injuries a second thought when his son came into view.
'The war is over,' Anuk told Shakira as she hugged her. 'We are free again.'
True, the captured men did return. A few died on the journey back to the camps and their deaths were mourned sadly. The Knights, along with Shakira, Jet, Guinevere and Gabriel journeyed back to Hadrian's Wall where it was less like a fort and more home like. By the time they arrived Shakira was four months pregnant and showing.
No one could take away the proud ness in Tristan's eyes. Jet and Lancelot were thrilled to have their son in their arms once more. He had grown so much since they left and in Lancelot honour, Vanora showed the proud father his little son could walk.
Sarmatia was being re built. The winter was coming so the steady work of the villagers had the place like normal within a few weeks. The battle left many scars, some deeper than others but Shakira, even in her dreams, could see that things were as beautiful as they once were.
A/N: One more chapter readers. I'm sorry it has had to end like this but I thought it best to end the tale before it became…..bad. I'm working on another fic at the moment, an alternate universe one which should be up within a number of days when I have completed the first chapter. Thanks.