Hello once again everyone. I know it has been a while since I last updated and I am sorry for that. A friend of mine recently passed away so I have not been in the mood to write. But after several days I have now found the time and wanting to write. So here you go. I hope you enjoy it. Please R&R. I will try and update again in the next day or two. Thanks again for your patience.

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"I hope you know what you are doing Lillian." Jols managed to speak up as he rushed to place her last piece on. Then turning his attention to the horse.

"So do I." she admitted openly. "Where are the others?" she asked changing the subject slightly as she watched him hurrying about. Grabbing the sword he had placed beside her she sheathed it carefully.

"They have already mounted, they are heading up the hill as we speak." Jols answered as he dressed the horse for what was to come. "Come on Midnight. Thats a good lad." Patting the horse gently on the said he tried to calm any of his fears. Removing him from the post that bound him, he murmed indisctincly to him.

Lillian couldnt help but notice the care that Jols took as he ready the large animal.

"You know it has been sometime since Midnight has seen the fury of the battle field." Jols announced bringing his gaze to hers.

"We will be just fine Jols." Lillian said. Debating whether it was more for her sake or his. Making her way over to them she shifted slightly in her newly donned ensemble. "Not used to wearing things such as this when I fought with the Saxons. So... how do I look?" she asked stretching her arms out for inspection. She saw a small smile light the mans face as he acknowledged her attempt to lighten the mood. She knew she would have to get used to the new chest plate and arm bands quickly, lucky that the armor was light yet durable. The insignia that lay ingraved upon in shone with the suns rays that beat through the open doors. No helmet blocked her view of her surroundings and her hair hung in a low ponytail, with its shorter strands framing her face.

"Just like you used to." Jols answered. "I have placed the extra armor we had for the horses on him. Its not much but its better then nothing." Jols added as he helped her to ontop of her horse. Handing her the reigns she stared up meaningfully into her eyes. "Take care of yourself Lillian."

Stroking the horses mane she looked back at the man. "Midnight will take care of me. I will be fine, I promise." she said softly trying to sound optimistic though in her heart she knew that her fate was undecided when it comes to battle. "Thank you Jols...For everything." she added softly, her voice tinted ever slightly with sorrow.

"Was an honor to serve you and the others." Jols answered quietly. "You better go if you wanna catch up to them in time." Jols added releasing his grip from the horses reigns.

Pulling the reigns taut she turning the large horse around and raced for the hill and for those that now stood at its peak. The sounds of the Saxons in the distant began to fade away as the beating of the hooves beat down upon the earth beneath them.

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"I hope I am not to late." Lillian announced aloud to the men before her. The startled figures parted just enough to let her in, finding herself wedged between the armored bodies of Lancelot and Dagonet. From a distance no one could have guessed that the newly armored arrival was that of a woman. She noticed the bulkiness of the mens sheilding and for a moment was thankful that hers was not so.

"Lillian! What are you doing here?" Lancelot asked urgently. "You were supposed to leave with Vanora and the others." Lancelot added.

"And I did for sometime." Lillian shot back.

"But I distinctly requested..."

"Yes you did." Lillian interjected. "But if I recall, a request implies that I have a choice to follow it or not." Lillian added arching her eyebrow, daring the dark eyed knight to contradict her.

"Sound like she's gotcha there Lancelot" Bors spoke up laughing at the new situation.

Bringing herself closer to him she brung her horse right alongside his. Placing an arm on his armor she looked deeply into his eyes. "All of you have made your choice, now I have made mine. You can order me to go and I wont. I am tired of running Lancelot. I am tired of dreading the sounds of drums, of being scared every moment that around any corner Cynric or another Saxon may come. I dont want to live the rest of my life being afraid every morning and every night. Please Lancelot...let me fight. I want to...I need to fight" Her words pleaded for acceptance from all who heard her. Hopefull that they would let her stay. She spoke the truth, now she waited for them to accept it. In the distance they could all hear the sound of the Saxons chanting as they began to move.

Sighing he hung his shoulders slightly, looking to Arthur and the others is was as if he was searching for the answer before nodding slightly in acceptance.

Taking their places in line they all looked down upon the Saxons that headed their way. The massive gates that were once built for the purpose of evading such an invasion now sat wide open, welcoming the oncoming Saxon brood. In her chest she felt her heart start to race and breathing deep she tried to calm herself. As though sensing how they all felt, Arthur stepped forward.

"Knights. The gift of freedom is yours by right." He announced drawing all of their attention away from the oncoming horde. The sound of the Saxons began to drown out as Arthurs voice filled their ears. "But the home we seek resides not in some distant land. Its in us! And our actions on this day!" His eyes fell on each of them as he talked before landing on Lillian. "If this be our destiny, then so be it." Once more his voice filled with the honor and pride that he felt as he looked at those before him and his eyes finally broke the gaze with her as he continued. "But let history remember that as free men we chose to make it so." With that she felt her spirits left once more and the pounding of dread in her heart was replaced with the beat of adrenaline. Of the words that Arthur spoke. Raising his sword Arthur only fed the fire that now raged in all of their hearts.

Instintly the men raced the poles that they held high into the air proudly displaying the emblem that hung on them. Daring the enemy to come forth and fight. Leaning down Lillian gently caressed the bode horses neck.

"Watch my back old friend. Ride hard and strong." Looking out passed the smoke that filled the air she saw figures emerging. "So it begins."