Disclaimer: Own nothing 'cept Syeira, Morriganand Líadan.

Thanks to everyone that reviewed. I was going in a whole other direction with this story but after reading your suggestions and opinions, I have totally new and better ideas. This is the first battle scene that I have written so I hope you guys like it.

Reviewers:

dog tags - My first reviewer! YAY! lol during the course of the story you'll get to see more and more of how Tristan got the way he didlike his values and such. Glad you like Syeira, I think I am going to have a fun time writing her.
queen of the pearl - I took your opinion and kinda ran with it. You'll kinda see what I mean when you read this chapter.
MistakenLove - Thanks for your review, not to sure if I am going to let Tristan live yet, but enjoy the chapter!
dw (anonymous) - Happy you liked it! It would be really sad if she arrived and he just died.
camlann - Syeia is a pretty cool name eh? I was bored one day and I was looking at names for a character for another story and I came across it. That pretty much inspired the whole story.
etraya - I hated it when he died in the movie. It was so sad. I always get a little teary when him and Lancelot die...I'm a suck, I admit it.
LANCELOTTRISTANBABY - Hope you enjoy the chapter! I love your story btw.
PainsOfThePast - Thanks for your review!

On with the story...

Chapter 2: Redemption

15 Years Later

There was a long queue of villagers and Roman soldiers retreating away from Hadrian's Wall. They were fleeing their home in escape of the Saxons. Even though they were already a couple miles away from the fort, Saxon drums could still be heard. The great battle was going to start soon. A lone-cloaked rider mounted upon and small grey mare was fighting the masses on route towards the fort. The villagers watched in astonishment that this rider was heading back to the Badon Hill, where sure death was ensured. Keeping their face hidden the mysterious figure approached one of the villagers.

"You, lady." A copper haired woman traveling with several children looked up at the dark character.

"Can you tell me where the Sarmatian knights are?" A shocked expression appeared on the woman's face. She shook out of her daze and pointed back towards the fort.

"They went back to battle the Saxon army."

"That's suicide!" exclaimed the rider. " Please tell me. How many are left?"

"Six."

"So few," The rider said in quail. "Who is left? Tell me one of them has the name Tristan." They asked eagerly.

"Aye, one is. Do you know him?" The woman never got her answer because the rider kicked her horse and raced of towards the fort.

The cries of battle grew, as the rider became closer and closer to their destination.

"C'mon Líadan faster, we're almost there. I better not have made this trip for nothing. If you're dead already Tristan, I'll have to kill you."

Stealthy was the perfect word to describe Tristan in combat. Every swipe of his sword was deliberate and precise. It was rare and very odd to see him ever make an error. His fellow knights were lead to believe that he killed for pleasure but the quiet reticent knight kept the real reason a secret, even from his brothers in arms. He killed not for pleasure but for redemption. Redemption for the life taken from him. Every kill he made was made in name of his sister. Each swing of his sword got him one step closer to reuniting with his estranged sibling. The more he killed the nearer he was to seeing her again.

The skilled knight jumped off his horse, he had already wiped out many Saxons on his gallant warhorse, Morrigan. Seconds after his feet touched the ground he had gutted another barbaric Saxon. Then a tall man caught the sharp-eyed scout's attention. This was the Saxon leader, Cedric. The two men made eye contact.

'He is mine.' Thought Tristan. 'For her.'

A large Saxon emerged behind him and rushed towards Tristan. A few well-aimed slashes of his sword and the Saxon fell dead to the ground.

'Time for one last kill.' He eyed the Saxon leader and pushed off his helmet.

The two stared at each other intently, waiting for their opponent to make the first move. Tristan moved in and the two clashed in a contest of swordsmanship. A block here and a swipe there, it was impossible for Tristan to hit the Saxon. He was skilled. Their swords collided together, hard, and both men backed away. Fatigue after a long battle was setting in for Tristan.The bad thing was his opponent could see it too.

'I must stay strong. Keep your wits about you. You can defeat this Saxon, just be smart about it.'

He went in again to vanquish Cedric. He was getting sloppy and soon he felt the searing pain of metal slice his side. Tristan quickly backed away. He gripped his side and surveyed the damage, the gash wasn't too deep but the added pain would hurt him more with the ever-growing fatigue.

'I can't give up. I will kill you, Saxon, if it is the last thing I do.'

Going in for a third time the Saxon dodged every blow Tristan made. In seconds the scout was chopped down with a slash to his legs and one in his shoulder. Before any more harm could become of him he swiftly backed away. He was crouched over, looking at the ground. He heard his sword hit Cedric's. He was still close.

'This can't happen this way. I can't die like this. I will not die like this.'

Another futile attempt to kill Cedric was soon crushed when Tristan's arm got slashed by another blow from the Saxon blade. Tristan watched in horror and his cherished sword fell from his hand. Backing away his hand immediately went for a knife concealed in his armour, but he paused. Cedric looked at the dropped sword and thenback to Tristan. What happened next the scout could have never anticipated. He kickedthe bladeback to him.

'What is this Saxon doing?'

He picked up his sword, never breaking eye contact once with his opponent. It was hard to hold, but his life depended on it.

'It's do or die now.'

With all the strength the knight had left he rushed at the Saxon. An incredibly intense pain erupted through his arm. He saw that it now had a dagger through it. Tristan's sword fell the ground.

'Not like this…'

He tried to crawl away. Cedric observed the severely wounded knight. He was perplexed at the determination that he had. His gaze fell the knight's sword on the ground. He turned his head to get a better look at it. It was like nothing he had seen before with its slender and curved blade. He picked it up and got a feel for it in his hands and examined the exotic blade more closely. He knew that he was going to kill the Sarmatian with that sword.

Cedric neared the retreating figure and grabbed him forcefully by the hair. Tristan, in a last act of defence, pulled the dagger out of his arm and plunged it in the Saxon's leg. Cedric staggered for a second before stabbing him promptly in the side with Tristan's own sword.

The scout was in a daze. He looked up into the sky and saw his hawk circling overhead through the smoke.

'I'm sorry Syeira I broke my promise. I've failed you.'

The scout waited for death and wondered if it would exceed the pain he was already in. He waited and it never came. Those moments seemed like eternity. He watched Cedric raise his own blade to smite him but the Saxon paused. Everything stood still. Aloud distinctivecry broke out of nowhere. Cedric hesitated and Tristan watched a small dark figure run at the Saxon, blade thrashing. The scout fell too his knees still watching the small individual opposing the powerful Saxon leader. The dark figure had a very aggressive style of fighting. Their slashes and thrusts were done with remarkable speed and managed to keep Cedric at bay for about a minute until the Saxon managed to hit the person across the face with the hilt of his sword. The figure's hood flew off and their long black hair tossed everywhere as they hit the ground. Tristan fell on his back, not having enough strength to keep himself upright any more.

The scout still had his consciousness and wondered who the dark figure was that prolonged his life. The sounds of his commander Arthur fighting brought him back to reality. Opening his eyes all he could see was sky, filled with smoke. It was getting too tiring to keep them open so his world filled with darkness and he tried to shut the battle out. He knew he was going to die soon if he was left like this.

'At least this was a battle of my choosing…I'm so sorry Syeira.'

He felt himself being pulled into someone's arms.

"Tristan, please open your eyes. Show me your alive, please." That voice, he knew that voice. But it couldn't be real; she could not be in Briton. He willed his eyes to open a crack. He saw a young woman, with tasselled black hair with a two braids falling into her face, leaning over him. He recognized the dark brown orbs staring intently at him filled with tears. It was her.

"Syeira." He managed to croak out.

"It's okay, big brother. I'm here." He didn't know how to express the immense happiness and remorse he felt at that moment. She was there, with him but he was dying that he knew. He was going to leave her soon.

"I'm sorry…" He felt something that he hadn't felt in fifteen years. He felt a tear running down his cheek.

"Sorry, for what? We found each other and I'm going to take you home. This is all going to be a bad memory tomorrow.You aregoing to fine." More tears were falling from her eyes. She looked as if she barely believed herself.

With his non-injured arm he reached up to his neck and grasped the medallion hanging there. He gave it a tug and it came loose.

"What are you doing?" she asked. He just shook his head and placed the small trinket in her hand.

"I told you I would give it back." Syeira wrapped her arms around her brother tight. "I'm dying sister, I'm sorry." He could feel himself get colder; he was slipping away.

"No! I won't let you leave me again! You are going to be fine. I am going to make you better again." The massive pain that wreaked havoc upon the scout's body was fading. He couldn't keep his senses about him. His visionwaas gettingblurry and the surrounding noise wasbecoming distant. He could only make out his sister's sobs. His heart broke for her.

"I love you, warrior princess." He managed to whisper before everything went black.

A/N Líadan: LEE-uh-din: means gray lady

Wow eh? The way I originally had this story Tristan was already dead when Syeira showed up, but now I don't think I can kill him. Tell me what you think. I hope I wrote the battle scene at least half decent, I watched to movie again and wrote down all that happened so I could write it right. I probably won't be posting everyday like I did this time, actually I know I won't. I have another story I am writing on Quizilla and after spring break updates might be only once a week, but we'll see what happens. Hope you liked it. Review!