A/N: Okay guys! Here it is, the sequel to Spirit of a Warrior! I hope you guys enjoy all of this action and adventure! Thank you to all of those who are reading this and had stuck with me through the first story. This is for you guys! Oh, before I let you read, Lance is Lancelot's son. Just so you don't get mixed up.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with King Arthur

Chapter 1: The Continuing Of A Legend

A sigh escaped Latanie's lips as she sat on the ledge of the Wall. War had been waged between the Woad rebels and the legions of King Arthur for years now. It was as if they lived only for battle. She cocked her head to catch the gaze of her sixteen-year-old daughter, Neyanna. A small smile slipped onto her lips as she got up and safely back on the main part of the Wall. Her daughter had grown up wonderfully despite her condition at birth. Her golden hair glimmered in the sun and her eyes sparkled, much like her mother. "Hello there, Neyanna. What are you doing here?" she asked for Neyanna didn't visit the Wall too often.

The young woman stopped, nearly out of breath from her run. "To get you, Mother. Father has requested that you come home," Neyanna replied, panting.

Latanie frowned. Why did Lancelot want her? She nodded and hurried down the stairs, jogging all the way to the house. She came upon the small building, smiling at it. It had been home for many years and she wouldn't trade it for anything. She opened the door and entered to see Lancelot standing not far from a chair, which had Lance sitting in it.

Lance's left eye was bruised and swollen, an equally nasty bruise appearing slowly on his jaw. He looked up at his mother and then instantly looked away. "Father, it wasn't my fault," he said in a pleading tone. "They were hurting her."

"Lancelot? What is going on?" Latanie asked.

Lancelot looked over at Latanie. "Lance got in a fight with a few boys. He insists that they were hurting Kallie," he answered, shaking his head.

Kallie was Arthur's fifteen-year-old daughter. She was best friends with Neyanna and Latanie suspected had a crush on Lance, who seemed to return that crush. She frowned as she walked over to her son, assessing the damage done to his face. "What happened?"

"I was walking home from archery practice with Tristan when I heard a commotion over by the fields. I could make out voices and figured that someone needed help. So, I ran over and found a few boys around Kallie. One had her arm in a tight grip and, by the look on her face, she wasn't happy about it. So… I got into it," Lance said truthfully, looking at his mother with those familiar auburn eyes.

Latanie ran her hand through her hair, tugging slightly as her fingers hit a knot. Great, another agitation. Glancing at Lancelot, she questioned him for a moment. "Your father and I will talk about this. Go put a rag soaked with cold water on your face," she said, gently touching her son's shoulder before watching him walk off. She turned to Lancelot. "If he's telling the truth then we really can't punish him."

"I believe him, Latanie, but we can't just let him off the hook. He can't be getting into fights," Lancelot argued.

"Would you get into a fight for me, Lancelot?" Latanie questioned.

"Of course I would, I love you," Lancelot said.

"Now look at it from your son's point of view," Latanie commanded.

Lancelot paused and then widened his eyes. When Latanie nodded at him, he turned slightly and glanced at his son's bedroom door. He hadn't thought of it that way. All of this time, he had tried to keep his son from hitting on women. He didn't want his son to become like him. So far, he had done a good job of it. Now… now there was the possibility his son was in love. He did his best to swallow the lump in his throat before looking back to Latanie.

Latanie gently claimed Lancelot's lips with her own, her arms wrapping around his neck. She felt his slip around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Get a room," Neyanna said, throwing a seat cushion at the two. "I see enough of that with Bors and Vanora."

Lancelot pulled away and looked at Neyanna. "Really now?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head and looked back to Latanie, who was laughing. He smiled and kissed her forehead. "I must meet with Arthur tonight. He said it's important."

"Arthur, Arthur, Arthur… what about your wife, Sir Lancelot?" Latanie questioned, frowning.

Lancelot chuckled and placed a kiss on her cheek. "You're my only love, my dear Latanie. Our friends are back for another round of thrashing and it is our duty to protect the citizens."

"I'm a knight. Why wasn't I told of this 'meeting'?" Latanie questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"If I remember correctly, Arthur dismissed you as a knight when you were carrying our two beautiful children," Lancelot said. "He said he didn't want you working while we had children to raise."

Latanie gave a snort of disdain. "That's not fair," she grumbled. "I worked hard for that position!" She pouted, causing Lancelot to laugh. She gently leaned her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his midsection. If it hadn't been for Arthur, Latanie was certain that she wouldn't be standing there with Lancelot. Arthur had convinced everyone to let her stay.

"By sneaking out as a boy?" Lancelot jested, earning a light sucker punch to the shoulder. He glanced out the window to see the darkness clouding the sky. "I best head out my love." He gave Latanie another kiss on the lips before letting her go. "I'll be back soon."

"Bye," Latanie said, watching Lancelot leave.

Lancelot sighed heavily as he walked into the castle's main doors. He hurried up some stairs, coming at another landing. Walking to the fourth door, he opened it to see the rest of the knights already there. He grimaced slightly as he noticed Kallie speaking with Arthur.

"'Bout time you got here!" Bors exclaimed. "We all thought yeh had died or somethin'."

Lancelot smirked. "Not that easy to get rid of me," he said, repeating what Latanie had said as she lay dying in Lancelot's arms. He took his seat beside Arthur, glancing at the King.

Arthur motioned for Kallie to leave. "Before we start this meeting, I have been informed that Lance assisted Kallie, Lancelot. Is this true?"

Lancelot nodded. "Judging by how black and blue his face is – yes," he answered, looking away.

Arthur sighed heavily. "We'll talk about this afterwards." He straightened up before sitting down. "Knights, the threat of rebels is still present. There has been a rebel camp spotted just north of here. We need to prepare ourselves for a possible battle."

"Why haven't they gotten the message yet? It's been how long now? This is getting ridiculous," Lancelot questioned, frowning.

"A long time. There is a new leader, who took over his father's position. He is young from what I have seen," Tristan put in, seeing everyone's surprised look. "I'm a scout. What do you expect?" He fell silent.

"We must put an end to this now. I'm tired of seeing the worry in Latanie's eyes every time we leave to go to battle," Lancelot said firmly, looking at Arthur.

"I know, Lancelot," Arthur replied. "Battle apparently isn't working so we need to destroy them from the inside out."

"Spies?" Gawain asked.

"Where are they getting these endless supply of warriors?" Galahad asked.

"They've been kidnapping children from villages and raising them to be warriors," Arthur answered. "We can't just storm their camp either. It's growing larger… Spies are going to have to work."

Lancelot shook his head. "We could send a woman in and have her seduce the leader," he suggested only to have every groan.

"Not everyone is like yeh with yer charm, Lancelot," Bors reminded, shifting.

"Yeah, that's why Galahad can't get a woman," Lancelot said, earning a reprimanding punch to the shoulder from Galahad. "Kidding, kidding," he said as he fended him off.

"Come now, let's be serious," Arthur said. "We'll send Woad spies into the encampment for now and see how it goes."

The knights all nodded and agreed.

--Over to Lance and Kallie--

"Thank you for saving me today, Lance," Kallie said, her dark curls hanging to her mid back. Her eyes were a deep green, just like Arthur's. She looked over at the handsome Du Lac for a moment, smiling. "I don't know what might've happened had you not come."

"Anything for you, Milady," Lance answered politely, nodding his head.

"Come now, Lance. Don't be so polite and formal. We're friends, are we not?" Kallie said, looking at Lance with a bit of affection.

Lance's stomach twisted in a knot as disappointment swelled in his chest. Only friends? He nodded and looked at Kallie. "Yeah," he answered before looking away as they walked underneath the full moon. They settled beside the pond Lancelot and Latanie had sat by so many times. He noticed Kallie shiver and took off his cloak, draping it around her. He wrapped his arms around her without thinking, holding her close.

Kallie suppressed a gasp of surprise as Lance held her close to warm her. She rested her head on his chest. What was this feeling deep inside of her? She wanted to know what it was and why it was there. She closed her eyes, sighing softly. She didn't want Lance to let go.

A/N: Awww, Lance and Kallie are so cute. I hope this wasn't terribly boring! R&R please!