Disclaimer: I decided to do this part, sense I've never done it before. I only own, Helena, Emily, Carlos, and Jose. Any other character I come up with I also own.

A/N: I'm sorry it took me so long to write this chapter. I wasn't sure how I wanted to write this chapter, but I think this is the best way to do it. Also, this chapter will be written in the second person.

Chapter 10:

"..."Talking

'...'Thinking

Dreaming

Different langue

Tristan caught Helena's body, before she fell to the hard, cold, ground. He rested her head in his lap, and smoothed her hair away from her face. Tristan looked up to Merlin, his anger showing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Scout. She's only sleeping." Tristan calmed down slightly. He took his cloak off and placed it over her cold body. Tristan couldn't think of why he cared so much for her. He hardly knew her, and he already cared for her more then he had any other women.

'I've been spending too much time around, Lancelot,' He thought dryly. He turned his head and saw Arthur walking toward them. Arthur pressed his sword too Merlin's neck, and glared daggers at him.

"Is she breathing?" Tristan checked her pulse. It was strong and steady.

"I think she's just sleeping."

"You betrayed me." Arthur turned his anger on Guinevere.

"He won't harm you. He only wishes that Helena new who she truly is."

"And who is she?"

"Sit," Merlin motioned to a large rock. "There is much to talk about."

Helena slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. The sun was hidden behind patches of clouds, causing the woods to look much darker. She slowly stood up and began to look for any of the knights. She remembered following Guinevere, into the woods, and Tristan, following her.

Realizing what happened, she stomped her foot. Merlin, that old menace, must have given her something to make her sleep. Helena sighed and looked around the woods. She didn't recognize the area.

She started walking while mumbling about old men and there tricks, when she came upon a small village of some sort. She looked in both directions but didn't see anybody.

Halfway into the camp, she realized it was a Woad camp. She went to grab for her dagger but found it wasn't there. She was about to turn around, hoping no one saw her, when a Woad warrior came right towered her. She was about to too kick his feet out from underneath him, when instead of drawing his weapon, he stepped right threw her.

Her eyes went wide, 'am I dead?' she wondered. 'Oh, if I ever find a way I'm going to kill Merlin.'

Sighing, she walked further into the Woad camp. She walked into a large tent, and gasped. Emily, the women from her dreams, was sitting in a chair, holding a small bundle in her arms. She looked slightly older, but she was the same women. She walked a little bit closer, and waved her hand in front of the women's face. The ace didn't seem to faze her as she spoke softly to the baby in her arms.

"Hello, poca luz." Helena look and the small child. Her eyes were a soft brown, and she had little wisp of brown hair on her head. I turned as the flap of the tent was opened. Merlin was standing there with a slight smile on his face. He walked over to Emily and kissed her head.

"How is my niece," He asked, smiling at the baby fondly.

"She's fine," Emily said, smiling. Merlin, sat down in a chair, and sighed.

"I heard about your father's passing. I'm terribly sorry." Emily smiled, but you could tell it still bothered her. Helena felt a pain in her heart for this man, but couldn't figure out why. She had seen men die and had killed, but this man's death hurt me more then she could explain.

"Thank you, Merlin." Before they could say anything else they heard yelling coming from outside. Emily and Merlin ran to the opening of the tent. "Oh, gods," Emily whispered.

Helena ran to the front of the tent and her mouth fell open. Saxons were swarming the small Woad camp. Emily turned to Merlin, and placed the baby in his arms. "Take her to Rome." Emily ran to a large trunk and pulled out a variety of weapons.

"You want me to send her to Rome?" Merlin asked shocked. Emily nodded and placed a piece a parchment in his hand.

"My Uncle is the bishop there. She will be safe from this life. I don't want her to grow up, having to fight for her life everyday. I want her to enjoy life; I want her to be safe." Emily had tears in her eyes as she looked at her daughter. Merlin nodded. "Make sure this note is with her," She pointed to the note that she had handed him. "I love you, my sweet Helena," She kissed the baby once more and ran out into the battle. Merlin ran out with the baby in his arms a few seconds later.

Helena couldn't move. Tears threatened to spill but they didn't fall. Emily, the women she had been dreaming about, was her own mother. She had been lied too all her life. Taking a few deep breaths, she ran out of the tent. Emily was fighting a large Saxon, with long blond hair and a beard. She was knocked down by a large cut to her leg. Helena started to run to her but wasn't fast enough. The Saxon plunged his sword threw her stomach.

"No!"

Helena's eyes snapped open. She was back at the camp. Arthur and Guinevere were lying against a tree a little ways away from the camp. Bors and Dagonet were lying on the other side of the fire, across from her. Gawain was leaning up against another tree and Galahad was curled up next to the fire. Lancelot was lying beside her, his hand entwined with her own.

Despite the tears that were threatening too fall, she smiled.She had only known these men for a few days and they were already like family to her. She closed her eyes against the tears. Standing up, she began walking away from the camp. She needed to think.

She heard a snap and whirled around.

"Tristan, why are you following me?"

"It's not safe to be out here alone." Helena nodded and sat down by a tree.

"So what happened after I went to sleep?" Tristan sat down next to her and began to sharpen his dagger.

"Arthur came and Merlin explained about you're parents." Tristan answered, not looking up from his dagger. After a few minutes she asked,

"Do you, Arthur, and the knights hate me now?" Tristan looked up from his dagger and stared her straight in the eye.

"Why do you think that?"

"Because I'm half Woad, You have been fighting them for 15 years. If you hate them, then you must hate me."

"We don't hate the Woads. We kill them because we are ordered to." Helena smiled slightly and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, Tristan." Tristan looked down at her,

"For what?"

"For just being here when I needed you."