The Gods Blood
Tristan awoke to a very unwelcome and painful hangover. His head was aching as well as his body. Tristan silently began to scold himself for last night. It was not often that the scout drank but it was obvious to the other Knights that his actions were those of an angry man trying to forget his days. To Tristan's disappointment, it had not worked. Even in his drunken state he was not able to escape his fellow Knights teasing. In fact his fellow Knights had seemed to tease even more as the night went on, saying he was smitten and trying to forget. Scratching his head he walked to the corner of his bedroom and gathered his leather armor. He needed to go out and hunt. If he was lucky he would come across a few straggling woads who would not accept the truce between Merlin and the soon to be King Arthur. And if he wasn't lucky…damnation there has to be something out there that he could kill.
Ainia mounted her horse just as the suns rays hit the ground, the sky looked as if the Gods had also seen battle, their blood staining the heavens. All of the women stopped to look at the sunrise, seeming to enjoy it in their own special way.
Clicking their tongues the horses moved into a steady gallop towards Hadrian's Wall. Towards the Knights of the Round Table.
Tristan rode hard as he approached the wall eager to tell Arthur of his findings. His dark hair was pushed back by the wind and his body seemed to be one with his horse. Tristan almost didn't notice the silhouette of four riders approaching the wall to his right. Almost.
Slowing to a trot he reached the wall and looked to the men on watch. Quickly they opened the door, fearing the deadly scouts wrath.
Ainia watched as the walls entrance grew in front of her. Silently looming, almost suffocating her and in the back of her mind Ainia got a funny feeling.
Hey sorry for this one being so short but I think it needed to end before it got a forced feeling to it.
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