Standard Disclaimer still applies and will always apply; I only own Roxie, the Red Sun Guild, Black Phoenix and everything else you don't recognize.
Amirra: Thanks much for the clarification. Now that I know about Mary-Sues I will do my ab best to not make Roxie like one. Although she may seem strong and tough, she is truly an emotional train wreck, like Tristan she hides her deeper emotions well, except for her outburst when Connor died.
GliteryGoil, Werewulf Gurl and amazonwarrior: welcome to the party. I'm ecstatic that I've got new reviewers! Wee! I only hope my story can live up to your expectations. I don't want it to become like a total drama fest with the crying and the weeping, but I'm going to make it more meaningful. Lots of action and humor of course because that's a given, but I still trying to decide whether or not to have romance. I mean, Roxie's last true relationship ended quite horribly didn't it? But should I have some of the knights die like the movie? We'll see, it was more theatrical that way… hmm.
A/N: some notes -actions during speech- "speech" 'thoughts'
Roxie was breathing easily, the dirt and dried blood did not hinder breathing and her nose and mouth no longer had any damage. That much she could tell, was this a new form of torture, fix her up then make it worse? Only now that the blood from her nose and mouth were gone she could smell clearly… instead of death and decay, came the scent of pine and herbs. Opening her eyes, instead of rotting stone her sight was greeted with canvas and a wood frame; there was wood to her back under layers of furs and cloth. What the hell was going on? Then it hit her, she was safe, Arthur and the rest had saved her from certain death. Death didn't scare her, but she was close to it. Smiling slightly, Roxie turned her head to the side and a pair of worried bright eyes stared straight back into her own.
"ACK! Gaad Damnit Galahad!" She screeched in a hoarse voice stumbling away; regaining some composure she attempted to lunge at his throat for scaring her and giving her a very sore throat. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!" Unfortunately the excessive movement brought upon extreme pain, that all she could do was gasp and go into fetal position.
Arthur, Guinevere, Dagonet and the wife of Marius, Fuliciana looked back at the two, Galahad wide-eyed at her outburst and the odd girl herself sending death-glares his way. Arthur and Dagonet grinned as they tried to hold in their laughter, the other two women didn't know what to make of the situation. Fulciana sent Galahad out of the wagon saying that he'd already caused enough damage for the time being, then went back to attending to the little boy, Lucan, that Dagonet found in her husband's "temple."
"How are you feeling?" Arthur asked as he tipped water from a water skin past her parched lips.
Coughing a bit, Roxie grinned slightly, "Like I got run over by a rampaging elephant and sat on by Bors." Confused, the knight commander chuckled at the last part. "Eh, if being beaten, sliced and diced, tortured, whipped, demanded stupid questions from squeaky men with no idea of hygiene and nearly freaked out to death is healthy, then I'm perfectly wonderful and peachy keen. Ow… I think my shoulder is dislocated –tries to move it- yep, it is" came the sarcastic reply. Arthur smiled slightly as he cleansed her face with a wet rag. "I'm sorry." Roxie whispered suddenly.
"For what?" he asked as he began to inspect her fingers. Looking in her eyes, he saw the conflicting emotions; regret, pain, sorrow and a hint of fear. With slow cracks and silent screams, Roxie's fingers were reset.
Tears of pain brimmed in her eyes as she replied, "I-I failed you… I'm so sorry, Arthur. I was weak… and I couldn't get them all. I'm sorry I failed." The knight gathered the young woman in his arms in a comforting embrace, but again she gasped at the unnecessary pressure on her dislodged shoulder.
"Sorry, sorry…" Arthur apologized and released her.
"S'okay…"she grit her teeth and wiped her eyes putting on a strong front, "but could you fix it? Damn thingy hurts like a mutha fuckin' bitch." Guinevere looked at Roxie yelled in her expressive language while Arthur quickly set to work on the assassin's shoulder. Panting heavily, Roxie fell back onto the furs in exhaustion and allowed herself to succumb to peaceful sleep. Arthur left the wagon after gently stroking the girl's furrowed brow, Guinevere continued to watch this exchange through half-lidded eyes as Fulciana came over to address Roxie's other wounds. Now that Roxie was slightly cleaner than before, the Roman woman noticed the strange color of the girl's hair and the strange way she spoke.
She asked Dagonet, who was looking after Lucan, where the young assassin came from, the gentle knight only replied from somewhere else. Only the knights knew of her truths, the very few Roxie let on, like her being one of the top assassins in the world, her being someplace far and unheard of and her possible ties to Tristan; the Roman needn't know that.
Fulciana lifted the furs that covered Roxie's body, gasping the older woman saw not only the injuries inflicted by the monks but also the infected wounds from who knew where. Dagonet was about to come over to the Roman woman, but she shooed him out of the wagon saying something about it being improper to treat the young woman.
Fulciana worked on Roxie's wound's quickly, pushing out the infection, cleaning and stitching the young woman before covering her body again with many cloths. It was a wonder that regardless of everything the woman went through, Roxie was not wracked with fever. Soon Fulciana called back the healer knight as the older woman went to check on her other patients, Guinevere and Lucan.
Dagonet gently wiped Roxie's furrowed brow, her eyes moving swiftly behind her eyelids. 'What horrors has she faced?' he thought to himself when she reflexively shrunk away from his touch. Taking her newly healed hand in his calloused one, Dagonet gently kissed her palm. "Rest well Little Sun, you are safe." The gentle knight whispered before leaving the wagon to who knew where. All the while Guinevere watched the exchange between the great Sarmatian Knights and the woman whom Guinevere found the slightest beacon of hope. What power did Roxie have over these gruff men? Who was Roxie to them? Obviously not some whore, for they would not go to any extremes over a mere wench… Questions and the like swirled in the Woad's head as she watched Roxie's troubled sleeping form on the other side of the wagon, letting exhaustion consume her Guinevere slept with questions in her mind.
Hours later, Roxie woke up groggy, less sore and extremely hungry; not to mention incredibly bored. Truth be told, she was pleased that her hands and shoulder were reset as well as her gnarly cuts stitched up but with everyone else basically gone or unconscious there was nothing for her to do. Not only that, she wouldn't be able to properly bathe for a while until the stitches came out. A few of the knights were riding in front of the wagon; she could pick out who was who by their head. Then an idea came to her.
"Dag?" She called softly grinning at her brilliance, "Dagonet?" Still he does not hear her, looking around for something to throw she tries calling again since Roxie found nothing. Finally the gentle knight looks in her direction and she motions him over. 'Sweet angry jeezus, it's about time.'
"How are you feeling, Roxie?" His soft voice asked. She looked at him with heart-wrenching puppy dog eyes.
"Can I go outside and play now? I promise to be good an' eat all my vegetables… please?" Her voice near a soft whine and beg. Dagonet merely chuckled then replied that she was still too weak to go out and she could catch a cold walking around in this weather. "But, but I'm sooo bored! -he gives her a look- Fine, I won't walk around… how 'bout I ride my horse? Please Dagonet, if I don't do something, see something other than these canvas walls I'm gonna die!"
"Now that is rather unlikely, Roxie," Arthur smirked at the young woman who just huffed, "What say you Dagonet? She seems well enough for a bit of air, right?" Roxie's eyes gleamed happily full of hope for the fresh air that reminded her of a car freshener. It would be so welcomed as opposed to the rank stench of her near death odor.
"No."
Roxie's eyes were quickly overcome with shock and slight rage. "Wh-wh-what! Why? I'm so gaad damn bored! Who'm I gonna talk to if everybody in this stupid wagon is practically comatose?" She looked over to Lucan and Guinevere to prove her point, "No way in hell'm I gonna lie here and make shadow puppets."
"Would you keep your voice down, there are others sleeping here?" Dagonet reprimanded her.
"But… Dag—"
"No." Arthur cut her off and she glared at the two muttering under her breath.
"…evil…poop…" Roxie pouted so pathetically that Dagonet felt compelled to comfort her in some way and so he offered to let her stay in the front of the wagon where she would get some air and not exhaust herself. Rolling her eyes, she consented and the giant gently wrapped her in furs and lifted her to the front of the wagon. Smiling slightly, she muttered, "meanie poopey-head elephant butt sniffing…." through clenched teeth. Arthur and Dagonet swiftly mounted their horses and rode off smirking over their shoulders.
Roxie found herself humming as she watched the passing trees. She envied the young children that frolicked between the wagons, but she was healing quickly… like all Red Sun Assassins, Roxie had been slightly genetically modified in case she was ever caught. One of those enhancements included advanced healing; this was the first time she was grateful for that little bit of science.
"They care deeply for you," Guinevere's voice broke Roxie's thoughts. Roxie turned to see the Woad crawling over to the front with her. "What are you singing?"
"Something I remember from back home… I don't know all the words though. How're you feeling?"
"If being beaten, sliced and diced, tortured, whipped, demanded stupid questions from squeaky men with no idea of hygiene and nearly freaked out to death is healthy, then I am perfectly wonderful." They grinned at each other before returning to the forest scenery. Roxie stared idly basking in the silence between her and the other woman.
"But those knights really care for you." Guinevere pressed again, slightly determined why this was so.
"Yeah, maybe just a little," Roxie smiled at the Woad, she picked up on the very curious tones from Guinevere and thought that it'd be best not to let on too much information until more could be learned about the Woad. She wasn't really sure how trustworthy Guinevere could be considering that according to legend she and Lancelot betray Arthur. "I mean, the guys look after me and I guess care for me as much as your people would care for you, y'know?"
The conversation turned to Guinevere rather uncomfortably, and she needed some kind of escape. "What were you singing, Roxie? It sounded nice."
"That? It's kinda love song… but I said before, I don't really remember the words."
"Would you sing it? It is alright if you do not remember all the words."
Roxie smiled uncomfortably, but she enjoyed this mind game. Secretly she hoped that the future queen would be a good friend later. Taking in a deep breath she sung lowly.
"Oh listen, sister
I love my mister… man
And I can't
tell you why
Ain't got no reason
Why I should love that man
Must be something
The angels done plan
Fish gotta swim
And birds gotta fly
I gotta love
One man 'till I die
I can't help
Lovin' that man o'mine
Tell me he's lazy
Tell me he's slow
Tell me I'm crazy
Maybe I know
I can't help
Lovin' that man o'mine
Fish gotta swim
And birds gotta fly
I gotta love
One man 'till I die
I can't help
Lovin' that man o'mine
When he goes away
That's a rainy day
When he comes home
The day is fine
The sun will shine
He can come home
Late as can be
Home without him
Is no home to me
I can't help
Lovin' that man o'mine
No I can't help
Lovin' that mine o'mine…" (A/N: This is from Showboat, I think I may end up putting a lot of Broadway and musical songs in here.)
Roxie ended, blushing as Galahad, Bors and Gawain cheered her. Guinevere laughed and smiled at the odd young woman. 'Gawd! I haven't sang that in so long… Connor, I'll always love you' Roxie's blush faded and her countenance fell slightly before telling the cheering knights to shove it up their asses.
"Roxie?"
"Huh?"
"Are you well? You seemed far away." Guinevere asked.
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine… just thinking about home. Where're you from anyways Guin?" Roxie quickly changed the subject.
"You look upon it. Britannia is my home, and my heaven. What of yours?"
"Oh… um, I … it is only a memory, it doesn't exist anymore. Maybe not even a memory; I barely have dreams about it." The Woad placed a gentle hand on the assassin's shoulder encouraging her to continue, but Roxie just shook her head. "Mm-mm, if my shrink couldn't do shit for my mental health, you shouldn't try to either. A lot has happened in my life, most of it would prolly rot your ears." She grinned at Guinevere with amusement then continued to watch the children running around.
"Roxie?"
"Mm."
"What is a shrink?"
"Something you'll neva have to worry 'bout… Hey, when you first met me, you called me a true warrior, why?"
Roxie and Guinevere spoke of many random things for awhile trading stories they heard and sharing bits about their lives. Roxie found out that Guinevere was about 20-23 years old, a high ranking lady in the Woads (though not sure of the specifics) and a very skilled archer. Guinevere learned that Roxie was 20 years old, a skilled fighter for a non-Woad, full of stories, and quite educated especially in languages and customs of tribes other than her own.
"What stories do you know?"
"Umm, well there's this one I kind of remember… King Ar-Aaron and his Mighty Soldiers of-of El Salvador. It's really just a fairy tale, of guys and the really cool deeds they perform and there's this one part where—"
"Well, tell me! It sounds wonderful."
"Erm... okay… Once Upon a Time …" she began; Guinevere was an attentive audience, reacting to each exploit of the El Salvadorian Soldiers. Roxie told the stories with grand movements and explicit details. (A/N: Yes, she is telling the story of King Arthur, it really can't be helped. Now that she's met the people behind the legends, she's really hoping to change it.)
Roxie was getting to the part about the love triangle between King Aaron, Mister Lawrence and Lady Jane when Gawain rode over to the laughing women. He listened intently to the story of the heated passion of betrayal that involved the lady and soldier before he cleared his throat.
"Yo." Roxie looked over at him, her head tilted to the side.
"Roxie, do you fancy some time from the wagon? You seem well enough and Arthur wishes to speak with you." She shrugged and reached out for Gawain to lift her into the saddle.
Turning back to Guinevere, "I'll finish the story later 'k? Mr. Lawrence and Lady Jane's little tryst is found out and then she—"
"Roxie, Arthur wants to talk to you now." Gawain interrupted firmly.
"Riigghhtt. But Guin that part get really dramatic and—"
"Tell me later, tell me later. I can not wait to hear more. King Aaron and his Mighty El Salvadorian Soldiers, how do you fathom such a tale?"
About to answer Roxie stopped, when Gawain started to lead his mount away. The woman grinned at Guinevere over the blond knight's shoulder waving like an idiot mouthing words. Guinevere giggled in tremors careful not to wake Lucan.
(A/N: Roxie's POV… I missed writing in first pov, so this makes up for it, just a smidge)
After waving to Guin, I settled back against the armored form of Gawain as we bounced along next to the wagons over to Arthur. My head bobbed along with the rhythm as I took in the welcoming silence making my breath calm and gentle… but Gawain just HAD to break my peace.
"King Aaron and his El Sal-sal-whatsits soldiers, I do not believe I have ever heard such a story," he commented, I merely shrugged and pulled the furs around me tighter. As we closed in on the other knights, their laughter rang so loudly I was surprised I hadn't noticed it earlier.
"… An' then he fell into a pile o' horseshit!" Bors was saying as we approached the rest of the knights laughed hard, they were teasing Galahad again. Poor guy.
"Roxie girl, you well?" Bors asked me smiling his gentle father-like smile he reserved for his kids.
"Like hell decided to pay me a visit for all the shit I did in the past. -they laughed- See Dagonet, I'm well 'nuff to ride," I replied dreamily and smiled, but I don't think any of the knights were convinced I was. Damn. Maybe I am just tired, or mentally exhausted. They shrugged and went back onto their stories and jokes; I tried to look interested, really hard.
"I miss my iPod," I stated randomly, to which they looked at me puzzled…again. Gaad when is Arthur gonna be done talking to Lancelot. It's fucking cold!
"Roxie?"
"Mm?"
"Did you not hear me? I asked about that story you were telling the Woad. What was it?" Gawain asked me quietly as we watched the Bors mercilessly tease Galahad.
"King Aaron and his Mighty El Salvadorian Soldiers? What 'bout it?" I asked in English, he stared at me; realizing my mistake I repeated in Latin. Sometimes the language stuff gets confusing.
"King Aaron and his what's-its? Wos that?" Bors asked and I briefly told them before Arthur and Lancelot rode back to us.
"How do you feel Roxie?" Arthur inquired.
"Much better, see lookit how fast I'm healing," I pulled a little of my raggedy shirt down to show the stitched up gash unwittingly showing off my cleavage to Gawain's vantage point. I didn't notice his blush, but I heard his grunt. Realizing what I'd done, I stiffened and mentally berated myself. "-Gasp- Gawain! You were trying to take advantage of me!" I exclaimed suddenly and place the back of my left hand to my forehead with my left against my chest dramatically, "I feel so violated! How could you?"
Gawain stutters and holds his hands up in innocence as the other knights try to say stuff along the lines of "he didn't know" or "calm down Roxie" only Dagonet and Arthur seem to see past my little ruse and they hide their smiles. I looked up at my blond rider to see him open his mouth and close his mouth… open… close… open… close. He's trying to come up with some sort of defense. I just think he looks like a fish, yum yum, geez I haven't had any good fish for a while, not since that fish fillet from McDonald's… wait why'm I thinking about that?
Suddenly my stomach rumbles and I burst out laughing, one I can't keep up with the joke, two Gawain looks so funny and three I'm too hungry to make the effort. The others start laughing and joking again this time teasing Gawain for his facial expressions, apparently whatever Arthur wanted to discuss with me can ultimately wait.
I was laughing so hard that I didn't even realize I tilted and was falling out of the saddle until strong arms wrapped around me. Looking up I see Tristan's puzzled expression, as he just joined us from scouting our rear. Heh, heh, rear… y'know all of the knights have nice, tight, sexy asses. Good pinching quality, one of these days I think I just might… ack! They're staring again!
"What."
"You had a strange look over your face," Lancelot grinned at me as Tristan helped me into his saddle. I raised an eyebrow and pulled the furs tighter around me, Tristan's arms encircled me in a warm embrace as he reached for the reigns. To be honest I really, REALLY wished that he wasn't related to me… I mean GAAD DAMN! Tristan is really good looking… no scratch that Oh My Fucking GODS HOTT!
Shaking any and all incestuous thoughts from my mind I try to pay attention to what Arthur was saying.
"What do you have to report Roxie?"
"Whoo-ey? You talking to me?" For some reason I became Robert Deniro… and earned stares, good gawd! What is up with everybody staring at me today? Do I got some boogey on my face nobody has the courage to tell me 'bout!
"Report… about the Saxon encampment…" Arthur repeated slowly and it sunk in. Oh! He was asking 'bout what happened. I pulled the furs tighter, if it were even possible, and gave the cliffnotes version. How Galahad and I infiltrated the Saxon camp, some things regarding the captured Roman estate, and how I was able to take down Cryllic. The overwhelming feelings of my failure hit me full force as I mentally recounted being beaten and running that my throat tightened up.
Tristan must have noticed the strain in my voice, or perhaps I went rigid or something that he cut me off saying that I needed my rest and that I was still healing. Arthur looked at me, but I'd buried myself deeply in the furs refusing to look into the commander's eyes. Tristan took me back to the wagon where a waiting Guinevere eagerly sat patient for more of King Aaron and the El Salvadorian Knights. As I climbed into the wagon I nodded my thanks to the scout and silently clamored my way back to the back corner of the wagon, away from the rest of the world.
I could hear a concerned Arthur come up to the front of the wagon and Guinevere burn him with soft words. I really didn't know what they'd said and right then I couldn't care… GAAD since when have I become an emotional train wreck!
Oh… right, when Connor died.
This is the most I've thought about him in a long time. I only hope that he is happy and at peace now and that this pain will pass. I hate myself for being weak, I was too weak to save my family, too weak to save Connor and now I'm too weak to prevent the shitload of trouble that comes in the forms of two butt-ugly stanky, funky, rotten, dirty, evil, foul, wicked, grr-worthy SAXONS! I didn't cry regardless of how I felt… crying does no one any good.
(A/N: Time for Third POV again!)
Guinevere sat at the front of the wagon watching the huddled shivering form of Roxie, if only the Woad could do something for the curious young woman. She had already had a small battle of wits with Arthur, whom Guinevere thought was the source of Roxie and her own sorrow; but if only there were more that Guinevere could do. Pulling one of her furs from her side, Guinevere placed it on Roxie's shaking form. Roxie stiffened then relaxed.
"Thank you."
Nodding, Guinevere returned to her vigil at the front of the wagon, watching the snow flurries swirl gently in the air. The children of the village continued to run about the wagons and carriages in playful bliss, ignorant of the terrors that followed the procession. She hardly noticed that Roxie had once again joined her at the front until the younger woman spoke.
"I envy them, y'know"
Guinevere looked at her odd friend, "Who? The knights? I do not think that there is much to envy."
"Mm-mm, the kids," Roxie chuckled. "They have an innocence I have long since forgotten, they don't realize that the enemy is prolly no more than two days away, they only care for the food that goes in their bellies and who to play with next. They're really lucky." Guinevere followed her gaze to the laughing children and had to agree. She, herself, didn't like to be cooped up in a wagon like she was now, Guinevere would rather that she be shooting arrows and hunting, running through the trees feeling free and in total and utter bliss. "Hey, Guin? How's your hand?" Roxie asked breaking the Woad's thoughts.
"It is much better, I promise you."
"Oh, okay… well does it affect your aim?" Laughter of the knights from the front of the convoy brought a slight scowl on Roxie's feature. The Woad shook her head in answer to the question and the scowl became a mischievous grin. Guinevere watched as Roxie called over five of the running children to the wagon, whispering in their ears and making motions with her hands in the shape of something round. Eagerly the children left and then came back with two snowballs each.
"Thank you very much," Roxie greeted them as they came up with the snowballs, "When we make camp I will tell you the story, okay? Now run along, and don't give yourselves away." Then handing five of the snowballs to her friend, Roxie's grin became wider, as each woman chose their first targets: Bors and Galahad.
"And then I says to Van -snowball hits them with audible smack- OI! Wos that!" Bors exclaimed followed by a string of curses from Galahad. They looked back to see any hiding culprits, but only saw Roxie and Guinevere telling elaborate stories. Roxie looked up to see them staring and simply waved before going back to what she was saying. Wiping the remnants of snow from their clothes, the two men went back to their discussion a little more aware of any flying surprises.
The snowballs were hidden from view when Roxie waved at Bors and Galahad, as the men turned away, Guinevere and Roxie could barely contain their fits of giggles. The children ran over to the wagon, but Roxie shooed them away with promises of a good story later on.
"That was child's play…who's next Guin?" the mischievous glint sparkled in the assassin's eyes as she looked forward to her next target. Guinevere grinned with enthusiasm and looked to the second closest knights: Dagonet and Gawain, who were closer to the trees.
Taking a snowball each, the two women grinned, "Y'know, they're gonna get pissy about this if they find it was us, right? And that they'll prolly chase us down?"
"I am sure that they will, but I do fancy a run."
"Good, me too. -direct hit, Gawain curses- Hmph, that'll teach 'em to smother me." Once again they act normally while desperately holding in giggles.
"Your gratitude is overwhelming." Tristan's voice drawled beside them suddenly. Roxie gasped as she looked up into the scout's dark eyes. 'Gaad! Where'd he come from?' Guinevere guiltily looked elsewhere, while Roxie held his gaze steadily.
"You gonna tell on us?"
Guinevere was completely unnerved by the dark scout and could not understand how her new friend could hold his penetrating gaze so confidently, perhaps they were related? The two did have similar features and behaviors, sometimes.
"You are being childish and should be punished as such."
"Tristan… you… that's not fair!" Roxie exclaimed.
"Your brother is right, go on sir knight tell them we threw the snow."
"Brother?" The two looked at her.
"We're not related, Guin. -looks to Tristan- Are you gonna rat us out? Because we were just bored and it serves y'all right for babying me. So go on, snitch on us… I dare you." She showed him the remaining snowballs, her tone challenging him. But only a hint of amusement crossed his emotionless face.
"If you can hit Lancelot and Arthur, I will not tell. If not, then I leave you to their judgment." He replied calmly. The women were taken aback. Snowball the COMMANDER! Anxiety crossed the Woad's features, while pure roguish amusement passed over the assassin's.
"Issat a challenge?" a bright smile graced Roxie's pouty lips. Now it was Tristan's turn to be surprised, only he didn't show it; he expected both women to back down. "Issat a challenge, Sir Knight Tristan?" Guinevere tried in vain to talk her friend out of it.
"Yes."
Sticking her tongue between her teeth, she raised an eyebrow and asked the terms. "When it hits, what'll ya give me?"
"What can I offer?"
"Spar with me and teach me to scout."
"When you miss?"
"I won't… -his eyes narrowed and she sighs- name it… and it better not include me spreadin' my legs."
A small chuckle erupted from the man, "You warm Lancelot's bed."
"WHAT!" Guinevere was sure that this would make her friend back down, but Roxie only glared at the man who was her ancestor.
"Do we have an accord?" They shook hands and the women aimed, Guinevere less confident about the whole thing.
Roxie's smacked Arthur squarely, but Guinevere's missed Lancelot by a hair. Arthur's voice raged.
"What the—" A snowball hits Lancelot as he turns his head. All of the knights eyes were on the two women, one grinning broadly, the other indifferent.
"ROXIE! YOU LITTLE—" Gawain started, but couldn't since he, Lancelot, Dagonet and Galahad turned their horses for the wagon.
"Run?"
"Yup."
A/N: Ack! I'm sooo sorry that this took a while. I've been so busy and have been kinda stuck with this. Hopefully I can get the next one up sooner than this one. Although I think I may need an editor. Any volunteers?
Oh, yes and thanks to MonDieu666. I love your story and I'm soo please you like mine too.
So now you know what to do. I'm a little stuck on this, so any suggestions you guys can think of would be wonderful, like should Lancelot and Dagonet die? Will Roxie learn the truth of her past and be able to save Tristan? I need/love feedback!
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