Chapter Twelve
Destiny's eyes fluttered open when she felt the blanket that was wrapped around her body being pulled away from her. The first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes was Gawain's bushy head lying against her chest. She could see his back slowly rising and falling with every breath he took.
Memories of the night before came flooding back to her, and she felt her cheeks burn red as she slightly recalled riding Gawain and screaming at him 'Say my name bitch!' then slapping him 'Say it!' Destiny couldn't believe she actually had sex with Gawain and attempted to talk dirty to him. The things alcohol could do to you.
The body on top of her groaned and rolled off of her, and off the bed. "Bloody hell!" Gawain shouted as he hit the floor with a loud thump. He immediately jumped up and looked around the room, dazed and confused. The blanket that had previously covered him, now half covered Destiny and half hung off the bed.
"Destiny?" Gawain asked, tilting his head to the side. Her hair was no longer beautiful soft curls, but a very frizzy afro. She smiled sheepishly as she clutched the blanket to her bare chest.
"Are you alright?" She quietly asked. She watched as his eyes traveled over her naked thighs before he managed to answer her.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." Gawain yawned as he stretched out his arms. Destiny giggled at the sudden realization that Gawain was stark naked.
"What are you laughing at?" He asked. Destiny stopped and looked up at him innocently.
"Who me?"
"Yes you." Gawain's voice filled with irritation.
"You're standing by your window naked" Destiny busted out laughing when Gawain looked down at his naked body then yelped before jumping into the bed with her.
"You think that's funny!" Gawain shouted at her as she rolled around on the bed laughing. "I'll give you something to laugh about!" Gawain grabbed her and pinned her to the bed and began tickling her sides.
"No! No, no stop!" Destiny shouted as she laughed and desperately tried to kick Gawain away from her. "Stop! I'm going to piss my pants!" Gawain stopped.
"You're not wearing pants." He stated happily.
"Well then…I'll piss the bed."
"Not in my bed!" Gawain shouted as he shoved her off the side of the bed. Destiny yelped as she hit the hard wood floor. She jumped up; her fist balled up at her sides, and glared down at him.
"Who's the naked person in front of the window now?" Gawain roared with laughter as she shrieked and jumped on top him.
"That's not funny!" Destiny shrieked again, smacking him with his pillow.
"Ow!" Gawain whined as he fell back on the bed pretending to be fatally wounded.
"Oh suck it up!" Destiny laughed demonically and hit him with the pillow again.
"Bloody hell! I demand that you stop wench!" Gawain shouted as he curled up in the fetal position.
"Oh what's this?" Destiny teased. "The great and fierce Gawain cowering away from a woman!" She laughed and raised the pillow in the air, ready to hit him. Gawain looked up and took this opportunity to tackle Destiny. He lurched forward, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pinned her to the bed.
"Ha! I win!" Gawain said victoriously. Destiny glared up at him and began wiggling around beneath him. Gawain looked down at her, like she was his prey, and then lowered his lips to hers.
The kiss was soft, gentle, and sweet. It seemed to Gawain that Destiny's lips tasted like the sweet rolls that Vanora made on special occasions, and he just couldn't get enough of her. His hands were brushing across her sides when she caught him off guard and rolled over on top him.
"This position seems familiar." Gawain commented, his hands now resting on her hips. He almost started laughing when he saw Destiny's cheeks turn slightly red.
"I have to go." Destiny stated suddenly. She moved from Gawain's body and to the floor and began looking around for her clothes.
"Go where?" Gawain asked, sitting up in the bed.
"To find Miracle and Faith." Destiny responded as she wrenched one of Gawain's white tunics over her head.
"You're going to fight the Saxons aren't you?" Gawain quietly asked "Even after last night, you still want to fight them don't you"
Destiny froze, one of her boots pulled half way on. "Of course not."
"Yes you do, what other reason would you have to go and find them."
"Well for starters they are my sisters, and I want to know where they are!"
"Miracle is with Galahad, and Faith is probably rolling around in a hay stack with Tristan!" Gawain shouted.
"Why are you shouting at me! I'm going to go get them so we can prepare our stuff to leave with you and the knights."
"You're going back to Sarmatia with us then?" Gawain asked, astounded.
"Of course I am, I could never leave you Gawain." Destiny lied, but Gawain didn't see it.
"Galahad…" Miracle muttered under her breath as she desperately tried to push Galahad away. Galahad's body laid on top of hers, his mouth pressed against her neck. "Galahad…if you don't….stop…oh God!"
Galahad's mouth moved from her neck, to her breasts. His hands meandered down her sides and under her, grasping her arse. Miracle tossed her head back in ecstasy as Galahad jerked her hips forward, pressing her against his growing arousal.
"Wait…Galahad…" Miracle weakly whimpered as she pushed on Galahad's shoulders. He let out depleted moan as he removed his hands from her body and sat up between her legs.
"Is something wrong?" Galahad asked as his eyes hungrily took in the sight before him. Miracle in his bed, naked as the day she was born, her face flushed with arousal.
"I...I need to go find my sisters" Miracle acknowledged as she leisurely sat up. Galahad grunted in displeasure as he moved from in between his lover's thighs.
"Are you going to come back after you find them?" Galahad tentatively asked.
"Yes. I'll be right back in a few minutes, then we can continue…" Miracle's face turned red as she slithered from the bed.
"Hurry back please." Galahad mumbled as he watched her pull her dress over her head. She casually walked to the side of the bed and placed a kiss against his forehead.
"I'll be right back, I promise." Miracle smiled.
She watched him sleep, or at least she thought he was sleeping. In sleep, he looked so beautiful and peaceful. And Faith found she didn't have the nerve to wake him. The memories of the night before were still fresh in her mind, and for some reason she felt a sense of love for the man that had caused her body so much pleasure.
She slowly sat up, brushing straws off hay of her sweat covered body. Through the passion of their love making they had some how ended up in the hay stacks. Tristan had made love to her all night, making her feel new things she had never felt before, making her cry out his name.
As she stood, she felt a sting of pain in her lower abdomen. Closing her eyes she ignored it, having felt much worse pain, and sauntered forward. She found her dress under Tristan's breeches, and she hastily pulled it on.
Her mind drifted off to the dream she had had. She was standing in a room of darkness and could hear Hope crying out her name. She kept repeating something about 'Death is the only path home.' Faith swore there was something more to the dream, but she couldn't remember it.
Standing in the doorway, she turned and stared at the gorgeous man who lay naked in a pile of straw. His body was bare for the whole world to see, and she was sure if he were awake he wouldn't care.
Sighing, she exited the room, gently closing the door behind her. It was better for her to leave like this; she was never good at saying goodbyes. She wasn't even sure if she could look him in the eyes and hold an actual conversation after the things he did to her last night.
Standing outside the door, she looked around the stables and noticed that Tristan's saddle was still on the ground. Walking over to it, she picked it up and put it back where it belonged. As she sat it down, she noticed what appeared to be a crossbow in one of his saddle bags.
Taking it out, she noticed it was the crossbow that Tristan had taken from a Saxon. Staring at it intently, she decided that she would take the crossbow with her. It would most likely come in handy. Gripping it in her left hand, she trudged out of the stables to look for her sisters.
Unknown to Faith, as soon as she closed the door to the tack room, Tristan's eyes immediately opened. He sat up and pulled his tunic over his head before standing up. He was awake the whole time Faith laid there and stared at him, her gaze wandering from his face to his naked body.
As he pulled on his boots and grabbed his sword, only one thought was circulating in his mind. 'Was Faith going to fight the Saxons?' If she did, he knew she would most likely die. She may be skilled with a dagger and a bow, but he had never seen her lift a sword.
Tristan walked out of the stables and looked up at the sky. He noticed that his hawk was perched on the roof of the stables, as if she was waiting for him. He whistled for her, and she came flying down, landing on his arm. After he gave her a piece of jerky, she went flying away from him, in the direction of the cemetery.
His gaze followed her to the grave of Hope. Beside the grave, what looked to be a man, was sitting there. Tristan's brows furrowed in confusion as he trekked up the hill to Hope's grave.
Upon reaching it, he found Lancelot sitting there, nursing a pitcher of ale. Lancelot looked as though he had not slept for days, and his eyes were red. Tristan stood over the younger man and watched as he held the empty pitcher upside down and shook it.
"What are you doing?" Tristan inquired.
"I'm saying my goodbyes." Lancelot replied sheepishly. Lancelot lay back against the ground, his eyes closing as his head hit a soft patch of grass. Tristan watched in silence as his long time friend shielded his eyes from the sunlight.
"I can still hear her voice." Lancelot spoke, breaking the silence that had fallen over them. "I can picture her in my mind, grinning at me, her eyes filled with mischief."
Tristan squatted down on the ground, sitting on his heels. Hearing the man who was like a brother to him talking like this surprised him, and believe it or not, slightly scared him. He had never known Lancelot to grow attached to a woman.
"It's my fault she is dead." Lancelot said suddenly. "I know it is. Faith said she was going to go out on the ice, not Hope. If only I didn't pay so much attention to the damn woad…"
"It is not your fault she is dead. She ran out onto the ice blindly and willingly." Tristan said as he stood up.
"But there was so much I wanted to say to her, but I was too stubborn and proud to say it…" Lancelot slurred as he tried to stand up.
"You're drunk." Tristan avowed. "Get up. Get your things together; we leave in an hour's time."
Lancelot looked at the retreating form of Tristan, his eyes glazed over with what could possibly be tears.
"There's straw in your hair."
"No there's not."
"Yes there is!"
"No there is not!"
Destiny rolled her eyes as she reached forward and pulled a few pieces of straw from Faith's messy hair.
"What were you doing last night?" Destiny inquired with a giggle.
"The same thing you two were doing" Faith replied, with a smirk of satisfaction at the look of astonishment on Miracle's face.
"So, are we going to fight the Saxons?" Destiny bluntly asked.
"No Destiny, were going to make a campfire and sit around singing Mary had a little lamb!" Faith said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Oh my favorite song!" Destiny jumped with glee.
"We're going to fight the Saxons and do our best to keep Lancelot and Tristan alive." Faith began. "Miracle, you will find Merlin and stand with him through the battle."
"What!" Miracle shrieked. "I thought I was going to fight with you guys!"
"No, you're going to stay with Merlin and stay alive. See if you can get him on the subject of time travel." Faith yawned.
"But I want to go with you! I want to fight!" Miracle whined.
"Oh stop being a brat!" Faith sighed.
"I agree with her, you should stay behind Miracle. They could use you when they have to take care of the wounded." Destiny spoke up.
"Des and I will go get ready…If we're lucky we can catch up with Guinevere and snag some clothes from her" Faith alleged, as her gaze drifted to Miracle's face.
"Hope was my best friend, my sister. She's dead because of those Saxons! And you want me to stand on the side lines while you avenge her death!" Miracle shouted.
"This discussion is over. You are not fighting!" Faith snarled as she turned to walk away.
"Miracle, think happy thoughts, like maybe Hope was able to go home when she died. Try not to think about the bad things in life all the time." Destiny forced a lopsided smile as she turned to follow Faith.
Faith gasped as the sudden realization of her dream hit her. Maybe Hope was telling her how to get home? Or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. 'It's too big of a chance to take' Faith thought to herself 'If we die, we might possibly go home, but what if that isn't true? What if we just die? It'll be better then living a life that is not real though.'
"Faith?" Destiny nudged Faith's side, startling her. "You ok?"
"Yeah I'm fine…Go ahead and find Guinevere, I need to talk to Miracle." Faith said, not quite sure what she was doing. Destiny nodded her head and walked off.
Faith turned and stared at her little sister. Her sweet little sister who she had felt the urge to protect ever since the day she was brought to the home of their master. Faith stepped forward and took Miracle in her arms, smoothing her hair back. Her gaze traveled around the courtyard, making sure no one was watching them.
"Fai please…" Miracle murmured against Faith's neck. Tear stung Faith's eyes and she felt her throat go dry.
"Miracle…Mira…" Faith began as her hand drifted from Miracle's back side and to her side "I love you with all my heart…and I am so sorry."
Miracle cried out in pain as she felt cold steel embedding itself in her chest. The pain was unreal, nothing like she had ever felt before. But then again she was always the one to be left behind. Her breathing became heavier as she desperately tried to grasp onto what little life she had left. The arm around her shoulders tightened, and she felt the blade twisting inside her.
She could feel warm tears against her neck, but they weren't hers, they were Faith's. The older girl was whispering to Miracle, telling her she was sorry, that this was the only way for Miracle to get home.
Finally, death took its toll on her. Her eyes closed, never to open or ever see the sunlight of this world again. It was like a blurry dream, everything that had happened in her life flashed before her eyes. From the moment Destiny had pushed her down the stairs, to the moment Faith taught her how to use a gun, to the day Hope took her shopping, and to the night she spent with Galahad.
As her breathing decreased, she felt her body being lowered to the hard ground. So many thoughts ran through her head, so many things she wanted to say, but now she would never have the chance. Never have the chance to tell Galahad how much she loved him. Never the chance to tell Destiny that Hope had her Oreos. Never the chance to tell Faith that she looked up to her. Never the chance to tell Hope thank you for everything she did.
The last thing Miracle Star ever heard before she left the land of the living were not words of hatred, or words of love. But they were words wisdom.
'You lost your family. You lived a life you hated. You came to me broken. And I tried to put you back together. Here is the peace I could not give you in life.'
A/N:
Right, well the ending line was kind of corny, but I couldn't think of anything better. I was going to put sumtin else, but decided against it. Anyways, sorry to those who were uncomfortable reading the last chapter, if you have problems with it, I'm sorry.
Anyways, I hope you all liked it! Is my story major unique or what! If its not, we have some serious re-writing to do Kitty! Also, sorry for the delay, been really sick. Now, a lot of questions that have been brought up by some very observant people, like how they are running around and fighting again after being mortally wounded and stuff, will all be answered in chapter fourteen. The question of how social services would just hand four girls over to some Japanese guy is also going to be answered. Warning you all no, this story ish about to get very interesting!
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