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"Wake up wench." A voice in the dark commanded. A splash of cold water and a slap to her face woke her from sleep. Her head throbbed as she started to come to. She struggled to move but found her ankles and wrists bound. As the haze over her eyes began to slowly lift she looked around her, she lay in a tent with several men about her. As she struggled to a sitting position a shot of pain shot through her body like lightning that brought her swiftly to the ground once more. Lifting her head she saw the the blood soaked clothe that wrapped around her waist. Trying once more she sat upright, her teeth gritting as she the coursed through her veins.

"Where am I?" Her voice croaked. Her throat parched and scratchy.

"Shut up hore." the man shouted, slapping her across the face. The blow caused her to fall to her back. The voice was that from before. "We will ask the questions." he said pulling her to her knees by her hair. She cried out in pain.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice cold and menacing. "Answer me wench!" he shouted puling her hair back so her face met with his.

"I..." Her mind raced but drew a blank. "I.. dont know." She cried out. Her mind whirred as she struggled to answer. Everything was blank, her memories gone as though they never existed. The man roughly threw her to the ground before him. 'Who are these men? What have I done to deserve this? What has happened to me?' she thought to herself.

"Stupid harlot's lyin' to us." A man from the corner spoke. His voice was deeper, rougher than the others. His hair dark and unkept. His facial hair notted and untamed. "If she won't tell us the truth perhaps we should beat it out of her, or perhaps we could try another method." The man walked over to her and ran his finger through her hair and and down her face. Turning away he threw her aside pulling out a dagger. "Bitch."

"Dont touch her Brecc. I will get the information I desire without your help." The first man spoke, threatening the other man aside. Turning he faced her. Once more her interrogation started as the man knealed before her and touched the dagger to her neck. Her eyes widened as she stared into the mans face. His eyes a cold, cruel blue, bald with only the beard on his chin. "You are testing my patience, tell us who you are and what we want to know or you will die right here, right now." He spat.

"I cant remember." she cried waiting for the man to make good on his word. Tears ran freely down her cheek. "I dont remember anything before I was awakened here."

"Let us hope you speak the truth." he whispered into her ear. His voice as cold as his eyes. "Roa stay with her, the rest of you follow me."

Sliding her way to a corner of the tent she watched as all but one of the men left. 'Oh god what is happening to me.' she prayed to herself. She forced herself to dig into her mind, to uncover any memory she could but she found none.

"She awoke after being out for nearly two days. She says she remember nothing. Even when threatened with death."

"You should not have brought her here. You should have killed her Cynric." Cerdic said imposingly to his son. "People will begin to think you do not have the guts to kill a woman. Kill her."

"Father she can fight."

"I know she can fight! My men are dead because of her and now you bring her to our camp!" Cerdic shouted angrily to his son as he passed him.

"Judging by her armor and the weapons we found on her she must be Sarmatian father. Not only that but a Knight. A Samatian Knight father. She could fight with us." Cynric empossed.

"You say she remembers nothing so how can she fight." Cerdic said sarcastically to his son. "She is no use to us."

"But if we train her. Some part of her must know how to wield a sword by instinct. She doesnt know where her allegiance lies. What better way to attack at Rome than with one of their Knights." Cynric proposed, trying to persuade his father to see it his way.

At this out burst and blatent disreguard for his authority he raised a hand to strike down his son, but Cynric's idea intrigued him. "A Sarmatian Knight." He said lowering his hand.'Take down Rome with one of their men.'

"Yes father. Should she remember we could..."

"Hope she does not. If she steps out of line I will kill her myself. Train her. If her memory should return kill her." Cerdic said to his son as he passed by. "Cynric," he said as his sat down to drink."dont disobey me again." He said cooly as his son followed after him. "A Sarmatian fighting for Saxons." Cynric mused.

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She waited for the man to return with her fate. She struggled to remember, a name, a place but, to no avail. Her memory was gone. The pain began to ease from her body by the time he returned. He brought a man with him. Older, his eyes showed his age and his dislike of her.

"Roa leave us." Cerdic said demandingly as he entered. The man he called Roa left without hestitation. Walking to her he towered before her. His eyes showed her no warmth only the harshness of what was to come. "You will fight with us, or you will die. The choice is yours but bear in mind I will not hesitate to strike you down without remorse or thought. Understand." Cerdic spoke, his eyes filled with hatred fueled by the images of the men of his she had killed. Men she did not remember killing.

She stared up at him and in her heart she knew his threat to be true so she did the only thing she could think of, she nodded in compliance. Fight or die. She would fight.

"Cynric, release her." Cerdic said. Unsheathing his dagger his son stepped forth but was stopped short by his father. "Tame her or kill her." With that Cerdic left.

Cynric knelt before her and unbound her ankles and wrists. "Clean yourself up and come outside." With a nod she obeyed and grabbed the piece of clothe he threw at her feet before he left. Her head still throbbed but it was faint. Reaching up she felt the blood that caked her skin and started to wipe it away. Reaching to the back of her head she felt a large lump that hurt to the touch. Rising the room spun and her head pounded all the more. Struggling she made her way to the entrance of the tent. A sword was tossed to her feet.

"Pick it up." He growled. Others looked on in amusement as she lifted the sword up. "Now fight."

She stared at him with questioning eyes. "But I dont..." The back of his hand stung her cheek and caused her nose to bleed and her eyes to sting.

"You will do as you are told. No questions. Do as you are told and speak when you are told. Disobey and you will regret it." Cynric spat. Hatred laced his tongue. "Now fight."