Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but Syeira and Líadan.
Thank you everyone who reviewed, it got this chapter out faster withall the encouragement.Sorry forspacing problems in the last one, I don't know how it got like that.
SkyStryke26 - Don't worry I won't let Lancelot die. I totally agree, the knights aren't the same with out it womanizing cockiness.
TheperfectCircle - Glad you liked it, but he isn't dead.
cal - Enjoy Chapter 3!
katemary77 - Hope I don't let you down with this chapter. I have to say I couldn't write it that well, this was the hardest chapter I think I'll ever have to do.
modernprincess - Begging will get you far with me. lol jk
dw - I didn't want her to be the one to kill Cedric because, even though she is really strong character, this guy like almost killed her brother so that doesn't leave her that big a chance to win either. She's good with a sword but Cedric is more powerful.
JediPirateElyDude - I love your username! And he will live.
Tracy137 - We were so jipped in the film, but not here!
Little Raven-Hawk - I love long reviews. I hope you like what I have planned ahead.
LANCELOTTRISTANBABY - Happy to inform you that he will indeed live.
Evanstar-mor2004 - I won't be mean. I couldn't kill him.
camlann - I know, some reunion eh?
dog tags - Like I said to modernprincess, begging will get you far. lol
On With the Story...
Chapter 3: Worried
"Tristan? Tristan, wake up. Stay with me." She gently tapped her brother's face, he wasn't responding. "You can't die on me now." Syeira pulled herself away from Tristan and laid him flat on the sodden ground. She was covered in blood, but not of her own. It was Tristan's.
'I will not lose him, like this.'
Her head came down to his chest; a faint heartbeat could be heard. He hadn't left her yet. She removed her black cloak and wrapped it around her hand. Quickly she put pressure on his side wound, the worst one. She had to stop the bleeding. Syeira ran into a problem. She couldn't wrap the wound with all his armour on, but if she took the pressure off for too long he would for sure bleed out. She needed more hands.
Just then a Saxon ran at her, but all of Syeria's attention was focused on her brother. She didn't see the charging threat until it was too late. With axe raised the Saxon went to hit his mark, but a long sword blocked its path. With a powerful thrust the Saxon fell dead in front of the crouching woman. Looking up she saw her savoir clad in Roman military attire, it was the great Arthur. The Roman Commander knelt down beside her.
"Is he alive?" He asked with great concern. Urgency plagued his voice.
"Yes, but only just. Please, you have to help me get his armour off. He will bleed to death if I cannot wrap the wound." Without any delay Arthur did what he was told.
"Press down hard here." She indicated towards Tristan's bloodied side. Arthur nodded and replaced her hand with his, applying ample pressure to control the bleeding. Immediately she took off her heavy linen over shirt and started to rip it into strips.
'This will have to do until I get proper dressings. Hang in there Tristan…Goddess, it's cold in Britan.' Syeira was now only left in a light red tunic. The cold Britan winds blew right through her.
Working attentively for several minutes Syeira and Arthur had all of Tristan's wounds wrapped as best they could. They didn't have a lot of time left. Despite their best efforts, he needed the proper attention fast or they would lose him.
Syeira brought her fingers to her lips and let out a loud whistle. Líadan trotted up beside her master. Arthur helped her get Tristan on the horse in front of her and was soon joined by three other knights and what Syeira assumed was a Woad woman because she was painted blue. Two of the men were carrying a seriously injured knight with a bolt protruding out of the front of his armour.
Tristan and this man need help fast. Arthur mounted his horse and a long haired knight lifted his injured comrade in front of Arthur. He then mounted the only horse near by and they sped off to the fort where a healer was stationed.
She couldn't say the same for the other knight but Tristan was hanging in there. His heartbeat was still weak and his breathing faint but he was still with her. Upon arriving to the impromptu infirmary Syeira, Arthur and the other knight where ordered out of the room so the healers could to their job. Syeira almost lost it. She didn't want to leave Tristan's side. It took a lot of convincing from Arthur to get her to wait outside.
She sat on a nearby bench and held her head in her hands.
'I can't lose him like this. Please let him get better.'
Arthur seemed as upset as Syeira but he paced back and forth in front of the door.
"You are going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep doing that. Trust me Arthur, Tristan and Lancelot are some of the strongest people I know. They'll pull through." Said the other knight, taking a seat beside Syeira on the bench. Before Arthur could reply the two other men and the blue woman entered the hall.
"How are they doing?" asked the larger of the two men. The younger one with dark curly hair sat down beside the knight on the bench.
"I don't know Bors. We won't know for a while." The knight, Bors, shook his head.
"I have to find Vanora and the children. The caravan has been turned around. Send word if anything changes." Arthur nodded and the large knight disappeared down that hallway.
Everyone sat in silence for several minutes. It made Syeira a bit uncomfortable since she didn't know these men or the woman in the hall with her. She was put slightly at ease knowing that these were Tristan's friends, his brothers in arms.
Arthur let out an exasperated sigh and headed down the hall with the woman following straight behind him. Syeira looked up a bit shocked that he would just leave without a word or explanation.
"Don't worry about him." Said the dark haired knight. "He needs time to think. Arthur always blames himself when one of us gets hurt. I'm Galahad, by the way."
"And I'm Gawain." Said the other knight holding out his hand. She shook it and tried to give a small smile but the corners of her mouth barely moved..
"Syeira." She said simply.
"Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman." Said Galahad, now obviously trying to make her smile.
"How come I don't recognize you Syeira? I would have for sure remembered you if I had seen you around the fort." Said Gawain.
"Well I wouldn't have expected you to, I do not live at the fort. I travelled here from Sarmatia." The mens' eyes went wide.
"You're from home?" Asked Galahad in disbelief. She nodded her head.
"What brings you to Briton then?"
"I came for my brother."
"Your brother?" Galahad and Gawain said together.
"Yes, my brother Tristan."
"Tristan has a sister." Galahad said to himself, not believing it. A look of slight confusion appeared on Syeria's face.
"He never told you about me?" The knights shook their heads. She looked a bit down cast, she always thought Tristan was so proud of her, why wouldn't he tell his friends about her. Gawain noticing this change spoke up.
"Don't worry about it. He never talked that much. The longest conversations he ever had were with his hawk. Showed gave her more attention than any of us." Syeira smirked a bit.
'Well, that does sound like him. He was never a big talker.'
"I wish they would tell us something soon. I don't know what I would do if I lost him again." Almost as if on queue the door to the infirmary opened and a healer walked out. Syeira practically jumped on her asking a bombardment of questions.
The tall woman silenced the eager girl. "We've done all we can, for both of them. They are both sedated and sleeping right now. We won't know anything for sure until they wake, if they wake." Her heart dropped, Tristan wasn't out of the woods yet.
"Can I see him?"
"Yes but, " not even waiting for the woman to finish Syeira ducked around her and ran into the room. Spotting her brother in a bed a cross the room she rushed over pulling a chair up beside the bed.
Tristan looked considerably better than he did on the battlefield. All his wounds were properly bandaged but he was still very pale. She took one of his rough hands and kissed it.
"You're going to be okay. I know it." She whispered to him. She brushed some hair out of his face and ran her hand through the rest of it lovingly. She held a braid in her hand and smirked.
"Good to see I taught you something, but you still have you hair hanging in your eyes." She shook her head and laid it in her on her free arm on the edge of the bed. Content that her brother wasn't going to leave her anytime soon she let her eyes close and fell into a well-needed rest.
A/N: This chapter is kind of important because it leads into the next ones but I'm not totally satisfied how it turned out. Don't worry the next part is going to be way better than this one was. -hint- A little look into Tristan's past -hint-
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