Across The Mountains
The Battle
It was the time of knights and kings. When chivalry and honor ruled above all and love had taken the spot of wealth and beauty. Courting was common and happiness found in the oddest of places. Rome had begun to fall and a king began to rise. It was the time of King Arthur and his Samaritan Knights. This is the story of a lonely knight, and how he was slain and reborn all in the same day.
It was the final battle. It had come to this. Arthur sat upon his horse draped in his armor and Roman finery. There upon the hill he watched as the Saxon army waited. The smoke marring the gates entranceway, rising into the air. Beside him were his knights, brothers in arms. His friends in which he had shared the last fifteen years of his life with.
Each sat upon there horse waiting, waiting for the first move. Unbeknownst to them it had already come.
Tristan's watchful eyes caught movement in the sea of smoke. His eyebrow rose under his leather helmet as he saw a saddled horse run towards the woods. Slowly through the parted smoke a lone figure appeared. A cloak covering the figure completely until two pale arms flipped the brown cloth open.
Standing there was perhaps the most astonishing creature Tristan had ever seen. Covered in little armor and holding a bow in hand was a woman of astonishing culture. The designs upon her arms and leather armor were unmistakable. She was an Amazon.
With the grace of a goddess she walked forward a few steps, slowly to prove her lack of hostility, doing what made all the knights gasp in surprise. She bowed to Arthur and his knights.
As she rose her bow lain on the ground she reached above her to her back pulling forth two katanas one in each arm as she turned away and stood. Her body poised in a fighting stance. Like a cat waiting for prey she waited, moving not an inch.
The Knights and their commander exchanged confused glances until Bors spoke, his gruff voice full of mirth, "Eh, look there Lancelot a girl after your own heart."
The knights chuckled softly obviously understanding the reference of duel wielding swords. Lancelot spoke, even with the situation he found time to joke about women, "I bet you ten gold I'll have her bedded within two weeks of this battle."
But their joking was cut short as the Saxons began to march through the wall the battle had begun.
The battle had begun ages ago and Ainia found herself coated in Saxon blood, running in rivers down her arms and splattered on her face she looked like a psychopath. Her eyes cold and her face emotionless she was every bit the predator. Cutting through another Saxon, her eyes fell to a Samaritan Knight. Her blood boiled as she saw whom he was battling. Angrily she began to advance, decapitating a Saxon who charged at her. As she reached the two battling she inwardly flinched as the large commanding Saxon knocked the Knight to the ground. Growling viciously she attacked the Saxon leader not letting him give the finishing blow to Knight who in her opinion fought rather well for a man. As she continued she noticed he had climbed to his feet, bleeding. Watching her for a moment he took a step forward to attack.
"Nay," she spoke angrily as she blocked the large mans attack swinging her other katana at his torso, barely making a scratch. " This is my battle now, go help your brother, he needs you."
Jumping back from the swing of the Saxon she was surprised to see that he had nicked her across her stomach. Vaguely she noticed the injured knight run towards his fellow knights side whom Ainia had noticed was battling the Saxon leaders son. Protecting the woad women, Ainia scoffed before taking another swing at the Saxon, with an angry clash of metal their swords met. Pushing with all her might she found herself stumbling backwards with the Saxon's strength and none other than Arthur himself stepped in between them. Growling loudly again she pushed the Roman leader aside and stabbed the Saxon, injuring him only slightly as he swung his weapon at her knocking her over once again. Ainia watched in anger as Arthur fought and defeated the large Saxon his body falling to the ground with a dull thump.