A/N: Sorry it took so long guys. I had a bit of writer's block. All suggestions are welcomed.

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Chapter 3: Imprisonment

"Oh, no, no, no… no…" Neyanna stuttered. "I can't be in the rebel army, are you crazy?" She looked at the young man. Every part of her ached from the fall off of the rather tall stallion. Speaking of the beast, where was he? She looked around to see her stallion standing not far off, eating to his large heart's content. She sighed in relief before looking back to the leader.

His expression clearly showed he was displeased. "You can and you will," he snarled. He stood up and spoke in that different tongue to another Woad.

Neyanna cried out in protest as they picked her up and dragged her over to a lone post. She struggled as they bound her hands behind her back and around the post. She glared at them. "You cannot keep me here for long! My father will come and slaughter you!" she snapped.

"Your father? Would your father be Arthur perhaps? Princess?" the man from before asked.

They're not looking for me. They're looking for Kallie! She thought frantically. "Yes," she answered. "I am. What are you going to do about it?"

"I doubt your father would let you roam free after dark," the man said.

"He doesn't know. I snuck out," Neyanna said. "What's your name?"

"Brin," he answered. He looked to a few women Woads and snapped orders at them. He watched as the women proceeded to clean Neyanna's wounds despite her protesting. "Looks like we don't have a warrior but a prisoner." He smirked and moved away from Neyanna. Neyanna didn't know what to do. What she did know was that she was at the gate to Hell.

--To The Wall--

Lancelot held a sobbing Latanie tightly against his body as they sat at the Round Table. He felt tears of his own pricking at the corners of his eyes but he drove them back furiously. He wasn't about to cry in front of everyone. Latanie was curled up in his lap, her face buried in his chest. His left arm was wrapped around her waist to prevent her from slipping off of his lap. His right hand rested against her back, holding her against him. "Sh," he whispered softly in her ear. "Everything will be alright." His hand gently rubbed her back in a comforting fashion.

No matter how hard Latanie tried, she couldn't bring herself to stop crying. Her arms were wrapped around Lancelot's neck, providing another hold on him. After what seemed like an eternity, her crying had ceased, her body exhausted from the emotional effort. Her forehead rested gently against Lancelot's neck, her right arm now wrapped around his middle and her left hand resting on his chest. "She's gone… she's gone…" she murmured.

"She's not gone," Lancelot said softly, gently kissing her temple. "Everything will be alright." He looked up as Arthur cleared his throat. All of the knights were gathered at the table around them, looking rather groggy. He shifted slightly so Latanie could see.

"Knights, a dreadful thing has happened today. Neyanna has disappeared around the area where the rebel Woads have been rumored to be. There was blood but no body. That means they kidnapped her," Arthur said, looking at them all. "We must make our attack as quickly as possible but not without thinking."

"We have our spies in there, don't we?" Galahad asked instantly, looking up at Arthur.

"Yes, we just sent two men and two women. Perhaps Neyanna will be lucky enough to see them," Arthur responded.

Latanie looked up at him with hope in her tear-clouded eyes. She saw the sincerity in his eyes and gently rested her head back down on Lancelot's chest. She felt him gently stroke her hair and the back of her head. She closed her eyes, feeling her body drift off. Even in this desperate time, her body needed rest.

Lancelot sighed. "I'm going to take Lat home. Keep us updated," he said and got up, Latanie in his arms. He carried her out of the room and to their home where he set her in their bed. Her arms were intertwined around his neck, preventing him from getting up. He grunted as he lay there with her. "Lat, let go," he said softly.

"No," Latanie said in her sleep, snuggling closer.

Lancelot groaned. "I can't help Neyanna if you have me." He heaved a sigh of relief as she let go of him and rolled over. He pulled the covers up to her chin and kissed her temple. "Sleep well, my love," he whispered. He got up and walked out into the main room to see Lance sitting on the couch with Kallie, asleep. She was leaning against Lance, who had his arm draped around her. His head gently rested against hers.

Lancelot smiled and grabbed a blanket, draping it over the two. "Take care of her my son," he whispered, gently kissing Lance on the head. He'd scold Lance for having Kallie in the house alone later. Right now, they had other problems. He sighed and went outside, turning his gaze to the sky. He fell to his knees, staring still. He had never done this before but now he felt desperate. "Please, God, Arthur believes in you and swears you do good. I am not quite sure of you but I kneel before you now. Please, take care of my daughter. If I must trade my life for hers, so be it. Strike me down in any way you please. Just please let my daughter be safe. She has done no wrong and has not ridiculed you in any way."

He paused and looked down, feeling the breeze tug at his coat. He took a deep breath and then looked back to the starry sky. "She is my pride and joy and I could not bear to have anything happen to her. She still has her whole life ahead of her. Please." He bowed his head and got to his feet. He couldn't believe he had just done that but it was for Neyanna's sake.

"I thought you said God didn't exist," Arthur's voice appeared, startling Lancelot. Arthur walked out of the shadows, looking at his best friend.

"I have no choice but to pray Arthur. All I want is my baby girl back in my arms," Lancelot admitted, looking away. "I don't know what else to do."

Arthur gave him a sympathetic look. "Everything will be alright Lancelot. Neyanna is strong and stubborn. She'll make it through this." He paused. "Have you seen Kallie?"

Lancelot nodded and looked towards the house. "In there," he said.

Arthur raised his eyebrow. "Don't tell me Lance has become like the old you," he said.

Lancelot smirked. "No, he hasn't. At least I don't think so." He looked at Arthur. "Well, best get some rest I suppose. It's almost sunrise. You can just leave Kallie there. She looks mighty comfortable." He gave his friend a brotherly clap on the shoulder before turning and going into the house. He closed the door and made sure it was secure before quietly going into the room he shared with Latanie.

He pulled his tunic up and over his head, tossing it into a corner. He pulled back the covers on his side of the bed and slipped in beside Latanie. He took her into his strong arms, holding her close to him. He sighed softly as she snuggled closer and laid his head on the pillow above hers. Closing his eyes, he fell into the dark abyss of slumber.

--Over to Neyanna--

Neyanna looked up at the deserted area before her. Everyone had gone to bed save for the guards. Her chin rested against her chest as she sat there, eyes closed. They had taken care of her wounds but they still treated her like a prisoner. She started slightly and opened her eyes, tilting her head up to come face-to-face with a woman Woad. "Yes?" she asked groggily.

"Hush, daughter of Lancelot," the woman said quietly, kneeling before Neyanna with a plate of good food.

"How-?" Neyanna started.

"Hush," the Woad replied and fed Neyanna. When she was sure Neyanna was done, she gave her some water. "You must do as they say or you will regret it later," she said and got up, leaving.

"Wait," Neyanna said but the Woad ignored her and kept on walking. How did that woman know who she was? She pondered this, trying to keep the lump from her throat as the woman's voice rang in her head. Lancelot. She missed her family terribly. She was now sorry she had left the warmth of her home. She closed her eyes and dreamed.

"Papa! Papa!" a six-year-old Neyanna squealed as Lancelot lifted her high up into the air before setting her on his hip. Her small and slender arms wrapped around his neck to secure her.

"How's my big girl?" Lancelot asked, kissing the side of her head.

"Good. I got to ride a horse today!" Neyanna squealed in excitement.

Lancelot gave her a smile. "Was it fun?" he asked.

"Yep!" Neyanna answered as Lancelot walked down the street to their home. "And Momma's making dinner. We're having pork tonight."

"Yum," Lancelot said, smiling.

Neyanna giggled as Lancelot swung her around before putting her down. She reached up and grasped his hand before tugging him along the street. When they got home, she waited for Lancelot to sit down before climbing into his lap. "Tell me a story about your adventures with Uncle Arthur and Momma," she pleaded.

Lancelot looked at her and smiled. "Perhaps later my little one. I'm tired."

"Aww… please!" Neyanna begged, giving the puppy look.

Lancelot grimaced. "Okay, okay," he gave in. Neyanna knew he couldn't withstand that face. She listened intently as Lancelot began a tale.

Neyanna groaned and opened her eyes as she heard the camp begin to bustle with activity again. Only a few hours of sleep. This wasn't going to be fun.

A/N: Okay… I found it difficult to write this chapter because it wasn't eventful and I found it boring to write but necessary for the upcoming plot. Gah. And Lancelot was on his knees… desperation can do that to a man. Anyways R&R please!