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Chapter 2: A Brush With Destiny

Neyanna sighed as she leaned against the front of the house. She was curious as to where her brother had snuck off to. He was always sneaking out. She still wasn't quite sure as to why but it was rumored that he and Kallie were in love. She found that odd for Kallie had hated her brother for being so polite and proper. Now she was in love with him? It didn't make sense! Sighing heavily, she rose and walked inside. She searched around for ink, a quill, and papyrus. They had bought some of it off of an Egyptian trader that wandered through. She found what she was looking for and scribbled a note to her parents, telling them she was going for a ride and laid it on the table for them to find. She needed a good long ride. She headed for the stables, quickly locating Kythe, her horse. She cooed to the ebon stallion and quickly got him tacked up.

She led him to an emergency exit along the backside of the wall, slipping out of the hole. She threw the reins over his head and quickly mounted, asking him for a canter. She gave him a free reign, feeling his powerful muscles underneath her as they rose through the forest, coming upon open soil. She had not heard of the rebel group. She was not the kind of girl who gossiped about the happenings around the Wall. She could've sworn she heard a rustling in the bushes but mistook it for the breeze that had kicked up. She screamed in surprise as Kythe stumbled on the slippery forest floor, sending him to his knees and her to the earth. The last thing she saw was the leaves on the ground before all went black.

--Back at the wall--

Lancelot wearily walked up to his door, pushing it open. "Lat?" he called out to the silence, receiving no answer. He walked in further, tensing up as he thought he heard something move. The house was completely dark, silent, and unmoving. He shuddered silently as he took a few more strides in. He could've sworn he heard creaking.

"What is it Lancelot?" Latanie asked, from behind, causing Lancelot to yell out of surprise and turn around. She backed up, startled from his yell.

Lancelot put a hand to his chest, panting. His heart beat rapidly against his rib cage as he stared at her. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" he asked, stumbling backwards to sit down in a pulled out chair.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," Latanie said, walking over to Lancelot. She gasped in surprise as he pulled her onto his lap, his arms encircling her to prevent her from getting up. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gently kissed him. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me. You startled me," Lancelot said as he pulled away.

Latanie laughed quietly and gently kissed him again. "I'm sure that's it. Big bad, Sir Lancelot doesn't get scared."

"No, he doesn't," Lancelot answered, gently kissing her neck, all the way up to her jaw line.

"Not now, my love," Latanie said, grabbing his arms as his hands began to travel a bit too far downward. "The children are due home soon." She rested her forehead against his.

"Oh fine," Lancelot said, giving her a pout. He kissed her forehead, looking up as Lance entered the room.

"Oh! Damn! I'm sorry!" Lance exclaimed, turning around while covering his eyes. He sighed and rested his forehead up against the wall as he heard his parents begin to laugh. "It's called a room."

"We're in one. You just happen to be in the same one," Latanie said, gently kissing Lancelot's cheek before getting up. "You weren't intruding on anything. Your father just got home from his meeting."

"Oh, okay," Lance said, turning around to face his parents.

"And watch your language," Lancelot reminded him.

"Sorry," Lance mumbled.

"Have you seen your sister?" Latanie asked. "She said she'd be back before the moon was half way. It's about half way."

Lance shook his head. "No, I haven't…"

Lancelot smirked. "Because he's been out all night with, Kallie," he teased. "Holding her and kissing her."

Lance's face instantly flushed. "H-Have not!" he retorted.

This made Lancelot smile. "It's alright, Son. It's not a horrible thing to be in love." He got up and walked over, pulling Latanie into his arms. He saw Lance roll his eyes and laughed. "Get over it, Lance. You love her."

Lance didn't answer.

Latanie's face was grave as she stood there. "Perhaps we should go look for her, Lancelot," she said, turning towards him. Her cerulean eyes pleaded with him silently.

"Do you know where she went?" Lancelot asked, dropping his smile.

"No. Her note said she was going out for a ride," Latanie said.

Lancelot's eyes widened as he thought of Neyanna's favorite place to ride. He shook his head and instantly let go of Latanie, heaving the door open before Latanie could say anything. He ran as fast as he could to the hole in the wall to see a fresh set of hoof prints. "No," he whispered and turned, instantly running towards the stables. As he reached the stables he halted, panting.

Jols walked out wearily, gazing at the knight. "Lancelot?" he questioned.

"Go get Arthur. Tell him it's urgent," Lancelot said immediately. He hurried to his horse's stall, not bothering to groom her. He threw on her tack, cinching her up tight and hurriedly put on her bridle

"Lancelot, what is going on?" Latanie asked, appearing in the stall. Her cerulean eyes held confusion as she stared at her husband.

"Neyanna… is out there… rebels…" Lancelot stuttered as he led his horse out of the stall.

"W-What?" Latanie asked, worry springing up in her. She hurried to her own horse's stall. This horse was new for Kalen had passed not too long ago. She tacked him up and brought him out, swinging up on him. By then, Arthur and the knights had assembled in the stables.

"What is the matter?" Arthur asked.

"Apparently something or we wouldn't be awake this late," Bors commented.

"Neyanna went for a ride. She went out the back way," Lancelot said. He scrambled onto his horse. "We need to find her." Without waiting for a reply, he hurried towards the hole, Latanie hot on his heels. She was going whether or not he wanted her to.

They hurried along the path until they found it was too slippery to continue on horseback. They dismounted and walked along until they found the area where Neyanna had fallen. Latanie gasped as she saw the earth stained crimson. "Lancelot!" she cried in horror.

Lancelot hurried over, spotting the blood. He numbly wrapped his arms around Latanie as she sobbed quietly into his neck. He gently rubbed her back as his heart sank. "No," he whispered and lowered his head to rest beside Latanie's. They had been too late.

--Over to Neyanna--

A groan escaped the young woman's lips as she opened her eyes to see the night sky above her. "What happened?" she moaned and went to sit up only to be pushed back down by a man who was no older than her. She looked at him in horror as he spoke to another. "Stay away," she gasped.

"We will not harm you," the man said, gently touching her cheek. He looked up at a group of people. He spoke to them in a weird tongue, watching them hurry off. "You will make a fine addition to the rebel army."

Neyanna's eyes widened in horror.

A/N: Dun, dun, dun. Well, on to the next chapter! R&R please!