Authors Note: Hello everyone. Hope you enjoyed the Fourth of July. Sorry I have not updated sooner. Went on a camping trip and just got back yesterday. Although this chapter has been on my mind since I left. Hope you like it. Please R&R.

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The wind blew as she descended the tree that had been her shelter. She had finally managed to stop her tears and gather some hold over the emotions that tore at her heart, though for how long she did not know.

'A Sarmatian Knight like your father...They love you...Lancelot loves you' Arthurs words seemed to linger in the wind. She could not deny it now. She was one of them, she had heard it in secret and from Arthurs own mouth. Looking to the sky she still saw the stars that lit its dark canvas.

"What do I do?" she spoke softly into the wind which carried her words to the heavens above. "What should I do?" she pleaded waiting for an answer. Amidst the sound of the rustling leaves she heard his approach. Startled she turned and saw a man emerge from the darkness of the forest around her. In his eyes she saw the hurt and the longing that she had noticed from the moment they had met only now a greater sadness deepened them.

"Please dont run." he said pleading to her. Her eyes red from the tears she had cried, tears that he had helped to cause, and it tore at his him. "I just want to talk to you."

"So now the knight wants to talk but,if you dont mind, I believe I have heard enough for one night." She said bitterly turning to leave the man standing alone once more.

"Wait Lillian please." Lancelot said racing to reach her before she disappeared into the woods once more. Reaching out he grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her.

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She had heard the pain in his voice as hespoke to herand on some level she wished to comfort him, but she felt the emotions that she had fought so subdue start to stir once more. She had to leave. Turning she sought the comfort of solitude that the trees possessed but was stopped short by the firm grip of the mans hand. Rage, anger, loss, longing, fear and more surged through her veins. On instinct she met her obstacle with all of them.

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Lancelot had only hoped to talk to her once more before she would possibly walk out of his life forever when he reached for her. Turning she struck him hard. His hand released her from his grip as he looked on at her in awe. She had hit him. Blood started to trickle from the busted lip he recieved.

She watched as the blood came from his split lip. Reaching his hand up he wiped it away. The fire in her blood came on stronger. She wanted to hurt him. Anything to cause him pain. Balling up her fists she tried to strike him again but was only met inturn by his hands grabbing her wrists.

"I guess I deserve that one, but dont do it again." Lancelot spoke spitting out the blood in his mouth. Holding her tightly in his grip he saw the pain in her eyes.

"Let go of me!" she shouted to him angrily. Her arms trembling as he held his grip. "Dont think just because I have been told a brief tale of 'our' past that I will be so forgiving. Dont expect me to fall into your arms and act as though the last eight years didnt happen."

Her words stung him and he released her from his grip. "I dont." Lancelot responded sadly as he looked upon her. He saw the fury in her eyes, the fury and the sadness. "I cant change what happened to you while you were with the Saxons."

"No you cant." She interjected turning away from the man before her. "No one can."

"I am sorry for everything. For letting you go all those years ago, for not being there when you needed me the most and, most of all, for not searching for you." Lancelot spoke as the guilt covered his words. "I didnt mean to hurt you."

For a brief moment silence stood between the two as Lillian let his words sink in. "If you would have known that I lived, would you have come, even thought I dont remember you, would you have come for me?" She asked as the tears began to come to her eyes once more, quickly she wiped the remnants of them away.

"Anywhere." he answered assuredly. "All of us." He held back his urge to step forward and embrace her. To hold her as he did when she left eight years ago, instead he just watched her as she moved. "I remember the little girl who would follow us around where ever we would go. No matter what we did she still managed to keep up with us. I remember I would have given anything to get rid of her. To have a moment without her. Then, one day, it happened. She was gone. I would look over my shoulder and she would not be there. Once she was taken from me, from all of us, I would have given anything to get her back." he spoke to her.

"You tell me things that I dont remember. I dont remember following any of you. I dont remember me." she said sadly as she slowly sunk to her knees and buried her head into her hands.

He watched her fall to the ground and walked over to her. Knealing beside her he struggled find the words to comfort her. The wind blew around them causing the cloak of his she wore to bellow around her. Hesitating he placed his hand on her head "Lillian, I cannot give you back the eight years that was lost, but I can help you, all of us can. Come with us, let us help you to remember who you are. What have you got ot lose?" he pleaded with her.

Slowly she brought her tear stained eyes to meet his sad brown eyes. She couldn't stop the tears anymore. After eight years of being in Saxon hands, of the punishments and injuries, she had been able to keep from crying out, from shedding a single tear in pain. But now she couldn't stop. Falling forward she fell against his chest and cried freely. Reaching his arms around her he held her closely to him like he had the last time he held her. With one hand he brushed her hair as he tried to comfort her. The wind stirred the the leaves around them and caused more to shower down upon the pair.