A/N: OMG, I'm so sorry guys. I haven't update in forever :( I'm not going to give excuses or anything because the truth is I've been lazy and have had a bit of writer's block. So, because my ideas are running sparse and etc. there will probably be about one-two more chapters and this story will be over. I don't want to leave you guys hanging.

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

Chapter 5: Little Bit More To Life

The third day of travel was enough to drive Neyanna insane. She couldn't take it. Brin was pushing the company ragged and there was no way they would be prepared for the attack on the Wall. Oh jeez, now I'm starting to sound like him she thought bitterly as Kythe stepped over a large tree root. She shook her head and looked up as they exited the forest, stepping in front of the large wall. She sighed as they halted before the large doors, a few of the guards speaking hurriedly to each other.

Neyanna closed her eyes for a moment before looking to Brin. She sat silently, flashing back to yesterday.

"Neyanna…" Brin said warily.

"For the hundredth time-," she began.

"No, I don't want to make you talk. Tell me about your mother. If she is anything like you she must be a majestic, beautiful young woman," Brin said.

Neyanna stared at him for a moment. "B-Brin, I don't understand what you're talking about."

She was about to speak more but Brin gently kissed her, causing all words to be lost in nothingness. His arms gently wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

She was shocked and didn't know how to react. Her body instantly seized up, stiff and unmoving. As soon as the initial shock had passed, she gave in to her heart's wishes and gently returned the kiss.

Brin pulled away and gently stared at her. "I have admired you from afar, Neyanna."

Neyanna stared at him, confused.

"My father used to slip me into the Wall to get bread. I saw you all of the time at the Pub with Vanora," Brin explained. "I love you."

Neyanna shook her head violently to get rid of the image. It had been pleasant and she had to admit she had enjoyed it. She looked up as the doors opened and Arthur, followed by the knights and Latanie, on horseback. "We demand the return of Neyanna," Arthur said firmly.

Lancelot glared at Brin, his fingers itching to grab the swords on his back and ram them into Brin's chest before beheading him. His mood was catching for Latanie had a murderous look in her eyes as well. She shifted in the saddle, her eyes never leaving Brin.

"You want your daughter you say, Arthur? You may, for a price," Brin said. "Surrender to me."

Arthur looked at him sharply. Daughter? She was his goddaughter so he supposed that was a variety of daughter. He felt at a loss. He couldn't surrender to Brin but he couldn't lose Neyanna either. He looked up and raised up his hand as if to comply with the terms.

Brin smirked in triumph.

Without warning, a wave of Woads loyal to Arthur streamed out of the trees and behind the large piles of boulders, weapons brandished and ready to fight.

Neyanna spurred Kythe forward, rushing towards her companions.

Lancelot instantly drew one of his swords, kicking his own steed forward.

Latanie followed suit, the rest of the knights behind them. Neyanna had never seen Latanie so homicidal and she had to admit that it scared her a little bit. She never planned for this to happen. Hell, all she had wanted to do was take a ride!

Lancelot dismounted from his steed, both swords now drawn. He sliced down a couple of Rebels, moving forward through the thick mob. Everyone else was behind him, following his example. He only had eyes for one man at that moment – Brin. He wanted to slice the Rebel down and make him pay for taking Neyanna.

Neyanna halted Kythe and turned in the saddle, watching her parents and uncles fight. She hesitated and wanted nothing more than to go to the Wall and seek the comfort and salvation it provided. Sighing, she looked back at it and then back to Lancelot as he and Brin clashed blades. Her heart ached with every clang the swords made as they hit each other. "What should I do?" she whispered.

Kythe whickered softly, ears flicking in impatience.

Neyanna growled underneath her breath and spurred Kythe forward towards the battle.

Lancelot smirked in pleasure as he found Brin and began to battle with him. "Why'd you take my daughter?" he snarled between clangs.

"To use as a bargaining piece," Brin snarled back.

"You're going to regret it," Lancelot snapped.

"Or am I? I have your daughter's heart," Brin shot, pushing Lancelot back with his sword.

Lancelot glared at him. "She'd never fall for someone like you." He threw a few slices at Brin, both being blocked.

"Oh really? She's quite the beauty, let me tell you," Brin paused to block. "And she has the perfect personality."

Lancelot's anger was only being fueled by Brin's words.

Neyanna dismounted from Kythe and ran towards them. "Father, stop!" she shouted. "Brin, knock it off!" She slid to a halt between the two, preparing herself for the blows that would come.

None came. Everyone stopped and looked at her. She looked between the two of them as they stared at her. "Father, stop. Brin, stop. You two have resorted to fighting. Father, I… I love Brin."

Lancelot just stared at her.

A/N: Rushed, I know. Sorry :( Thanks for being so patient. R&R please!