I do not own King Arthur. I don't even own the Guardian (the idea of her anyways). I borrowed it from Sailor Moon (Cosmos). But I never describe her so she can look like anyone she feels like and no one will know the difference. All the OCs (Sarmatia, Romana, Theaia, Areia, and Athena) is mine too!
Battle and death were all around her. Men and women of all ages were falling left and right to their doom. Her vision was moving so fast she felt physically ill. She snorted. She was an Amazon Princess, born and bred to lead other women into battle, and she felt ill at the sight of all this carnage. Suddenly her vision froze on the image of a man with short unruly black hair, dark skin, and dark hazel eyes. Then a voice from above echoed down upon her.
"This is Artorius Castus other wised known as Arthur. He is the one man that you will follow. He is your leader, your match, and yet, not your mate. For his future lies with another woman by the name of Guinevere." Then the vision blurred and focused on a girl her age with brown hair, brown eyes, dressed in Woad brown battle gear, and had blue paint decorating her young body. The voice continued.
"This is Lancelot, Arthur's second in command. He is a skilled warrior who has lost his way. He is tired of his life as a warrior, and yet he knows his death awaits him in a battle of his choosing soon. He isn't supposed to die my daughter…he still has much goodness to do. He also has a family that loves and misses him so." The vision blurred again before settling upon the form of a man with short curly black hair, dark black-brown eyes, and wielding twin blades. He was quite skilled. She also noticed that he was very handsome and held a certain quality she couldn't quite place. The voice continued.
"These are the Sarmatian Knights…" she had a quick vision of all seven men all dressed in armor. "They are great warriors that the Fates enjoy torturing very much. I have grown weary of watching the Fates toy with them. I hope that with my help, you and your sisters can help prevent their fates. Their destinies, I cannot prevent for the legend of Arthur and his Knights must occur, but their specific fates, together, you and your sisters, and myself can change. My daughter, will you help me?"
Sarmatia, named after the strong warrior people of times past, nodded. She was curious to learn more about these men who were so important to her Lady. They seemed very different from other men. Almost like, they weren't truly real-like they were a dream of what Knights should be. But she was wandering, she knew they were real otherwise her Lady wouldn't send her and her sisters to help them.
"My Lady, what if, they do not accept our help?" she asked cautiously.
The voice replied, "They will, all you must do is prove your battle prowess. After all, they are no strangers to a female fighter. All seven have killedfemale fighters."
Sarmatia (Sar-May-Sha) nodded and felt her world grow dim. She was waking up.
"My Lady! Where am I to find these Knights!" she yelled as the world around her grew foggy and dark.
"Briton…." Echoed the Lady's voice softly.
With a gasp, a young woman with long silky raven black curly hair, wide violet eyes, and pale skin awoke shivering. She sat up and stared at the fur blanket covering her bare body from the waist down. 'That dream was no dream.' She thought to herself. 'It was a message from My Lady! I must go to the others and travel to Briton…but where is the question.' Sluggishly, Sarmatia crawled out of bed and dressed in simple workout clothes. Her hair was pulled up into an elaborate twist with curls encircling her head like a protective cushion, a violet half top that had thick over the shoulder straps, no sleeves, a brown thigh length skirt, and simple shin length brown boots. Around her neck was a brown leather necklace with a diamond crystal hanging in her cleavage, a gold upper shoulder bracelet that looked like a snake eating its tail, and a simple gold ring around her right finger. When she stepped outside her travel tent, she saw her sisters-in-arms, Romana (Ro-Man-Ah), Athena, Areia (Ah-Ray-Ah), and Theaia (They-Ah). They too looked like they hadn't slept well.
"Ladies, did you not get enough sleep?" she asked as they gathered around the fire that Areia had made minutes before.
Theaia shook her head and said, "I had strange visions of men in armor fighting and one fell to a man with long blond hair and cruel blue-green eyes. I felt like crying when I woke up because it felt like my very heart had been pierce when the man fell to the bloody earth dead."
Areia snorted and said hotly, "Ha! Men! Without we ladies to guide and order them about, they'd be lost! Besides, we answer to no man, why are you so fanciful for a man that could only be a dream?"
Athena added shortly, "Areia! You know better than that! Our Lady has paid us a visit! She obviously wants us to help these men."
Romana, Sarmatia's best friend and second in command, said, "But, are they even still amongst the living? That battled looked awful. They could already be dead."
Sarmatia cut in ending the meeting, "No, they are alive. We are to go to Briton and find the residence of Artorius Castus, named Arthur. He is to which we swear our allegiance."
Areia gasped and Athena whispered, "The man of prophecy? HE is the one all Amazon's will obey!"
Sarmatia nodded and said, "Our Lady wills it, So Mote It Be."
The five girls placed their palms together, and with their right pointer finger drew a circle upon their chest in a sign of Eternal Life and Death. Their religion was based on the very seasons of Earth and that was all. They liked it that way.
"Pack quickly! Romana! Send word to the villages, we march for Briton. Theaia! Send Ameiya (Ah-May-Ah) out to scout ahead! If we travel hard, we should arrive in two days time. Agreed?"
The four nodded and Theaia and Areia rushed to pack. Romana and Athena hurriedly wrote ten letters to the ten surviving villages to head to Briton.
Lancelot was in a dream. He knew it. And that was the funny part. He was currently in a white fog that revealed everything and yet virtually nothing of importance at the same time. He squinted to see through the veil. Predictably, he was lost and unarmed. He truly hoped nothing lived here that would attack him. Suddenly the space in front of him swirled to life to reveal a very beautiful woman. She had raven black curly hair like him and beautiful enchanting violet eyes. She was talking to a blond with amber eyes that were beautiful and calm. But no matter how much he wanted to focus on BOTH women, his gaze would not leave the violet eyed female. Then a woman's voice drifted into his ears from the very heavens above him.
"Lancelot, Knight of Arthur, I greet you happily. The woman before you is an ally. She and her sisters come from the south, by the mainland path, to join you in your quest. Do NOT send them away."
With that the voice was gone and Lancelot surged into the land of the awake. Unknown to him, four other Knights were experiencing the same wake up call.
When they gathered in the War Room, Arthur looked at them all and said, "Brothers, in a few short weeks, our freedom, YOUR freedom will be awarded to you. Unfortunately, there has been rumors of a large female encourage traveling here. They should be here in two days. We must prepare to fight an entire army consisting of women. What defenses should we arrange?"
Gawain, Galahad, Tristan, Dagonet, and Lancelot jumped into awareness, as Galahad exclaimed surging to his feet, "NO! They are coming to help us! Not hinder us!"
The other Knights stared at him and he flushed in embarrassment.
Arthur stared at him for a long time and asked, "How did you come into this knowledge?"
Galahad flushed again and said, "My dreams…"
Lancelot cut in before Arthur could admonish the younger Knight, "I, too, had a vision-dream-whatever it is foretelling of a female army coming to help us. I think we should prepare to fight, but only fight if they present a threat to us Arthur."
Arthur stared long and hard into his second's eyes.
For a minute, Lancelot feared his friend would not believe him, but Arthur nodded and said, "By our friendship and our bond, I will wait and see. I trust your judgment Lancelot. As I trust all of yours. If you all say, they pose no threat to us, I will welcome them with open arms."
Galahad smiled and nodded. He couldn't wait to see the hotheaded woman with fiery red hair and snapping blue eyes to match.