OK chapter 3-I hope you all enjoy it!

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NOTE: this chapter also takes place before Guinevere and Arthur had spoken to each other-Romance and stuff from the movie will be in the next chapter though, I promise.

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Chapter 3: Romans?!?

Lena woke but did not open her eyes. The familiar scent of death and decay was missing. She was wrapped in a soft blanket. She knew they had been saved from the prison-but by who? Where was she? She remembered her brief conversation with Guinevere-but it did not answer any of her immediate questions.

She was about to brave opening her eyes and find out where she was when someone started speaking.

"Will she live?" came a man's voice from somewhere above her. Lena decided to keep her eyes closed, and let whoever was there with her continue to believe she was asleep.

"Aye, she is weak-and badly beaten, but I believe she will recover." came a response from somewhere to her right.

'So they're taking care of me?' she let relief flood through her body. These people could not be enemies if they were caring for a Woad. ' Especially one who smells like me' she thought dryly.

"Good, good" the first man spoke. "Arthur needs us now though, Dag, can you not leave them for several minutes?" he inquired. "We can send in the Roman's wife to watch them for awhile."

'Arthur? The Roman's wife?' she pondered what the men were saying 'Why would Lady Fulcinia be here? Oh gods! What if they are Romans?' her stomach did a flip at the thought of more Romans. 'Maybe they haven't yet realized we're woads.' she considered, while reminding herself there was still a possibility that these were NOT in fact Romans

"Alright, alright, I'm coming." was the second man's response

Lena heard a bit of rustling, and what sounded like the men leaving. When she was satisfied that they were truly gone, she snapped open her eyes and took in her surroundings. It took her a moment to realize she was in a wagon. Guinevere was to her right, and Lucan was sleeping in a far corner. Using what strength she had Lena propped herself up on her elbows and faced her cousin.

"Where are we?" She asked. Her voice was raspy and strangled from the months of so little speech. "Who were those men?" she managed to choke out.

"Right now, I am not certain where we are-but we are heading to the wall." Guinevere's voice was somewhat weak, but it was becoming easier for her to speak. "Those-"she continued "were two knights. Two of the knights of Arthur Castus" she added the last part cautiously, searching Lena's face for some type of reaction.

"Arthur and his knights?! He is a Roman! A Roman like Marius! A Roman taking us to the Roman's wall!" she whispered sharply. Her worst fear had been confirmed. Not only were these soldiers of Rome-they were ones she had fought and killed before. "Romans don't like us! Or have you forgotten we are Woads?!" her throat stung from trying to say so much.

Though she did not particularly like Lena's response, Guinevere was pleased to see her cousin acting more and more like herself.

"He may be part Roman-but that does not make him like Marius Honorius!" she too spoke in sharp whispers. "They saved us, Lena! Please just-" Guinevere stopped what she was saying as the thick flap covering the entrance to the wagon began to open. The girls watched as Fulcinia slipped into the room. Guinevere looked to Lena, and they silently agreed to continue their conversation later.

They watched as the Roman woman tended to Lucan. Giving him some water and a bit of food. She had been so kind to them before-when they were imprisoned. She had secretly brought them food and water as often as she could. She had been beaten badly each time her husband had discovered her secret-but that did not stop her. She believed no God truly intended for innocents to die in their name-especially at the hands of someone like her husband.

When she was done with Lucan she came to check on Lena. The girl was a bit unnerving. The way she had watched Fulcinia so closely this entire time had made her uncomfortable. The poor thing looked awful. She was so gaunt. So tired looking. It did not help that her face and body were covered in bruises and a thick mixture of dirt and blood. Her brown hair was knotted and matted down. She was almost frightening to look at. A ghost of what she had been before the prison. A living, breathing ghost.

"Thank you." It was only a whisper-but Fulcinia was still startled by the speaking girl.

"W-What?" She had not done anything yet. Why would the girl thank her?

"For the kindness you have shown us. Most women would not have done what you did." it hurt horribly for her to speak this much, but Lena continued, her eyes watery from the sting in her throat. "It was very-" her weak voice cracked slightly, she swallowed, and Fulcinia could see how much energy it was taking the poor girl to say these kind things. "Very brave. T-thank you." she concluded- trying to keep her voice steady.

Fulcinia nodded and smiled in understanding. She looked down, and her eyes landed upon Lena's hand. It was poorly bandaged, and slightly bloodied. She reached out to inspect it-but when she touched the girls hand, something happened. It stung her at first, but she could not pull away. She lost her train of thought suddenly.

Guinevere looked on, at a familiar scene. She watched as Fulcinia froze, and Lena's eyes lost their color-turning into complete whiteness. She was seeing something in the Roman woman's future. It ended quickly, didn't last longer than a single moment, and when it was done, Fulcinia simply shook her head. She had no idea what had happened. She'd simply gone blank for a while there.

'I must be more tired than I believed.' she reasoned with herself, as she tended to Lena's hand.

In all honesty , she wasn't truly satisfied with that explanation. She had heard what the monks said about the girl. They called her a witch, a devil woman, a Satanist, a user of black magic. It was not that Fulcinia believed the insane monks. She could feel it though. Something was strange about the girl. It did not mean she was evil-but something had happened when she touched her hand that made Fulcinia a bit afraid. Lena had been very kind to her so far-but from now on, Fulcinia would be more wary.

After seeing to Guinevere, and checking one last time on Lucan, Fulcinia was called away by a very curvy, very blonde lady in waiting. The two Woads assured her they were fine-and could watch the boy. So, feeling sightly guilty for going, Fulcinia left with Lauria, as they found her name to be.

"What did you see?" asked Guinevere

Lena leaned in and whispered to her cousin-so that Lucan would not hear. "Marius will beat and rape her tonight." her voice was heavy with guilt, and concealing the fury she felt for Marius Honorius..

"Pig. We will get revenge, Lena. Our chance to make him pay is coming soon. I feel it." he voice was steady, but laced with icy contempt.

"As do I ." it was amazing how such a short response could be filled with so much hate.

There were several long moments of silence before Lena spoke again.

"Your father will want to meet the two of us tonight, when the caravan stops. He will be waiting not far away."

Guinevere nodded. She never doubted when Lena knew something. If Lena knew it, then it was true, Merlin would be waiting for them.

Ok there's another chapter. I'll try to get the next one up as soon as I can. I'm not sure though-cause I'm at my moms house all next week, and I don't think our word processor is compatible with fanfic-but I'll try. Ok soo next up will be a bit of romance-and the knights will finally be in it! Yay for kingths! Like always-Please please please help me become a better writer-REVIEW-it would really mean a lot to me. Thanks a trillion for reading

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