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Red Sun Chapter Three

Two Years, four months, one week and four days to go, Sanda thought. She had lived this long she could live to the end. To go home and see her family again. Her brothers' in arms could only be so much comfort. They thought that she was a male like them but what would they really do if they had found out the truth about her.

Pulling her staff out she positioned it around her back, holding it firm in one hand to where the blades were pointing up at the sky and down at the earth. Watching the woods as if something would come out at any moment she thought of the battle to come. A Woad jumped out at her just as one jumped at Tristan. Slashing at the Woad in front of her, her staff cut deep into the neck and the Woad male fell dead. Three more jumped at her trying to kill her. After four swings of her staff they fell dead. Tristan had gotten five. The attack had been called off. The Woads fell back and went back to their leader.

"Damn you Tristan. Think for once that you could let me kill more?"

"Nope." He said as he watching the trees as their enemies ran back up north.

Once again they mounted their horses and raced after some new battle that they tock pleasure in. After seven attacks, twenty-three Woads dead, and both covered in blood, they headed back to the fort.

"Twelve, not a bad start to the day." Tristan smirked.

"Funny."

"You know that you are the best killer out of all of us, but me."

"Go fuck your horse Tristan."

"Some one is in a bad mood."

"You think?"

"Jesh, don't take it out on me. By the way Kandoe don't you think you should take it easy for once?"

"Nope."

"After all it is that time of the moon and you are more of a bitch."

"What the hell you talkin about?"

"You being a female. I mean after all, you think I won't notice."

"More like hoping."

"Good, no let's get some apples." He said as he rubbed his hands together as they drew closer to the Fort. Sanda rolled her eyes as she made her horse start to gallop a head of Tristan.

"Him and his bloody apples. I wish to cut off his apples." Once inside the Fort she ran to her rooms and slammed the door.

"You know the more you do that the more everyone notices that you're a woman." said Percival.

"Wat the hell! Does everyone know?' Sanda said as she held her chest.

"No, just me and Tristan, well maybe Galahad but he'd never say a word." Percival said laughing.

"It's not funny Percival. You'd think that you could give me some space but nay, you wish to be around me all the time…how did you find out?"

"I've bedded so many women that I can tell when one is just a few feet away even though you hid it well, but you look beautiful covered in blood."

"Oh I bet…" Percival kissed her lips. Pulling her closer to him he let his hands roam over her body.

Breaking the kiss he looked into her eyes. "You and I both know that we can never become as involved as Bors and Van are?"

"Yes…I know…"

"At least not until our fifteen years are up."

"Promise me that when the day comes that you will make love to me as you do with all of your women."

"I promise." Kissing her once more on the mouth he walked out of her rooms.

That night she dreamed of being free again and knowing Percival's touch. The next day Arthur called a meeting. Sitting at the round table was Tristan, Dag, Bors, Lance, Gawain, Galahad, Percival, Sanda, Rawlins, Wolfram, Ulrik and Amon.

"Today knights, we will be defending the West. Last night Woads attacked and are still coming strong. Merlin is rumored to be there today. So let's see if we can end this once and for all."

"RUS!" Everyone let out the earth shattering roar. Sanda had this huge smile on her face. Another battle, another chance to kill more than Tristan. That thought made her smile grow.

"Seems to me Kandoe can't wait to kill some Woads." Lance whispered to Gawain.

"Of course not, we all know that they keep count and try to show the other up. I still don't know why."

"I know this Kandoe is going to get so drunk tonight if he loses again but who knows who will end up in his bed." Lance snickered under his breath.

"You and I both know the lad never takes a wench into his chambers…ever."

"Well, it's bloody time he did."

"Did either of you two ever stop to think that maybe the lad prefers men and not women?" Galahad asked.

"Now why ask us that?"

"Cuz no matter how hard the two of you try he never even kisses a lass but kisses one of us instead…mostly you Lance and you sock him one in the jaw every time. With Percival he just goes all out and Perce just lets the lad do it. He says that he don't remember but I doubt that."

"We all know tat the lad is a little off. But we all love him anyways." Lance said to Gal.

"Knights mount up!" Arthur yelled.

Everyone went to their horses and prepared for battle. Sharping her blades on both ends of her staff and her sword she looked up at Arthur. He was busy with Excalibur. Lance was sharping his two swords. Tristan was loading up on arrows. He already had two quivers at hand and working on the third. Bors was tucking in his knuckle knives. Gawain was focused on his axe and so was Dag. Galahad had two quivers full of arrows and was working on his sword. Percival was getting his sword ready. Ulrik was getting his mace ready. Rawlins got his long sword ready while Wolfram and Amon started to ready their horses.

When they were all ready and mounted they road hard for the West. It tock almost an hour to get to the small villiage. It was a blaze but the people were alright. Woads came out hard and fast. Ten to every man. Pulling her staff out she cut the first at his throat. Tristan already had four down. She started to swing her staff at everyone that came at her. After the twentieth or so the Woads retreated back to the woods.

"So Tristan how many?" She asked.

"Forty, you?"

"Damn it…twenty-six."

"C'mon you two, give it up…Kandoe, you'll never beat him in a million life times. And as for you Tristan, grow up." Galahad said as he walked away.

"I can't wait to drink til I can't piss straight."

"Bors, you do that every night!" Gawain moaned as he was washing his face.

"I never could piss straight. Too much of me self to handle…down there I mean. It's a problem, really it is. It's like…"

"Like a baby's arm holding an apple." Every one said in unison.

"Bloody hell, have I become so predictable?"

"Yes!" all the knights yelled.

The next day they did battle again with the Woads. Sanda had killed thirty before she was wounded in her arm, but she kept on going. One little scratch wasn't going to stop her. Five more came at her. Slicing away at their heads she found it more difficult to more her left arm. Lance came to her side and helped.

"I don't need you looking after me Lance." She said as she killed another one.

"Fine by me but all the action is over here." He said as he cut the head off of another Woad.

Killing back to back they had over twenty dead piled around them. By then the Woads had retreated. Everyone started to head back to their horses when Sanda noticed that Percival was lagging behind. She ran to him. She stopped when he looked her in the eye, that was when she saw that he was holding his midsection.

"Percival!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Her legs carried her to his side.

"I'm sorry love that I can't keep my promise to you."

"Shh. You're not going to die. I won't let you."

"You must, the cut is too deep to be healed. Promise me that you won't give up on finding love…please." His hand rubbed her cheek. His blood was smudged on her face from where on his hand had been.

When he fell to the ground she let out the worst cry ever to be heard. The Woads in the woods turned back and looked at the grieving knight. The other knights pulled her back and some tock Percival's corpse to be a wagon. Tristan and Galahad tock her to the closest house near by and kicked the family out. Leaning on Galahad's shoulder she wept. Tristan tended to her wound.

By night fall she had stopped crying and went back to the battlefield. Going into the woods she found the first sleeping Woad and cut his throat. For the next hour she found Woads and killed them. When she came out of the woods Tristan, Gawain, Bors, Dag, and Arthur looked her over. She didn't respond to any of their tries to contact her. She had withdrawn deep into a shell that no one could penetrate.

When she got to the hot springs near by she tock off her clothes not caring who saw her. Stepping in she let the hot water release the tension that had taken over her mind. This time she wept from the soul.

She never heard Tristan walking up behind her.

"Why?"

"It is my revenge."

"Why?" he asked again.

"They are the reason he is dead."

"We are all going to die some day."

"He made a promise to me, that he and I would be intimate. Now that day will never come."

"You regret that you too will never share a bed, that you two will never have children, never…"

"Yes damn it. I wanted to be with him in every way possible."

"You still can only in your dreams. Find another man to love…the gods wouldn't have taken him away if there wasn't a man out there still waiting for you. Believe in that."

"How? I will never find love if they keep on killing the men I love. First Kandoe, now Percival."

"So your not really named Kandoe?"

"No he was my brother. My name is Sanda."

"I'll just leave you Sanda…keep looking for love."

Tristan left her to her mind. She sat there letting the water wash off the blood.

That night she dreamed of Percival. Him walking to her, then he fell to the floor. Blood was every where.

A/N: To everyone that has reviewed I am glad to say that yes she does end up with a knight…this is a short fanfiction. I don't like keeping waiting for the end to come.