"Come on boy, show us what your made of then," said Argus cruelly.

The tall, built boy by the name of Bors stood in the middle of the camp and his legs seemed fixed to the ground in shock.

He had been bragging about how good a fighter he was to all the other boys and Argus had decided to amuse himself by putting the boy on the spot.

Really, Argus doubted wether the boy had even touched a sword.

"Well come on, you can use my sword," said Argus handing Bors his own sword.

Bors took the sword with a gulp and looked nervously around.

"Who will match the great Bors?"

Argus was really just being nasty and teasing but that was his way of entertaining himself.

Another boy stood up bravely and took a sword from Fred as he held it out to him.

Argus didn't know this ones name but he seemed quite interesting.

He was also tall and strongly built like Bors. But unlike Bors's cheery and chubby face he had a long, straight face that made him look miserable.

"I will," he said in a deep, sad voice.

Argus gave a small chuckle of pleasure as this strange boy stepped towards the wary Bors.

Almost immediately Bors lunged at the boy whom blocked with great skill for such a young lad. Argus guessed he was only about eleven or twelve.

Bors took another lunge but was blocked once again.

For awhile this went on and Argus began to get weary of such poor entertainment.

I have a lot to teach these little savage-kids, he thought to himself with a yawn.

But then all of a sudden things became exciting. The other boy, obviously bored of the same old attacks from Bors, blocked one of Bors's moves and then quickly threw the sword to his other hand and swung the sword at Bors.

When everyone was held in suspense, the boy managed to hold the sword still at Bors's neck while Bors looked as though he had just shit himself.

Without even the slightest of smiles, the boy handed the sword back to Fred whom took it with a gaping mouth.

"What's your name boy?" queried Argus with interest.

"Dagonet".

The boy merely gave an answer and then lay down and fell asleep with his head resting on his horse's saddle.

Argus watched the boy for awhile in wonder.

Dagonet had a lot of potential. That was for sure. He seemed skilled in sword-fighting but Argus had a feeling he would also be good in strength as well.

Obviously Bors would be good with strength as well but he still had to have some training with the sword fighting.

Galahad lay awake all night trembling from the cold, and with fear.

Pictures of his mother and father were still clear in his mind from when he had been taken from his own home.

Already he longed to be playing in the river with the other boys who had been luckily left behind.

He had been the only one from his own little home. He had no idea why either.

Growing up, Galahad had always been little Galahad. He showed no strength or capability to be a knight and everyone had been surprised that he had been picked.

With anger, he thought that maybe he had just been chosen as a cruel joke by the man named Argus whom was their leader.

Silent tears swelled his eyes as he sat up and looked around himself.

No tents stood; instead everyone had been made to sleep merely with a blanket and their saddles as bedding.

Galahad sniffed a little and wiped his eyes. He was only seven, he wasn't meant for this yet. He wasn't sure if he had ever been meant for this

Gawain and Gareth lay awake while chatting quite normally about their leaving home.

Neither were all too happy about it but as they had been taught, they had already accepted it.

But having eachother, for they were brothers, made it all the more easy.

"Gareth do you think we will ever see mother and father again?"

Gareth thought abut the question and nodded with a smile.

"I will live I am sure of it and so will you Gawain. We will go on and make our family proud we will".

This answer brightened Gawain. His brother always knew best and that was good enough for him.

Gareth never told a lie and if they were both going to live then Gawain was sure it was the truth.

"I for one will take a wife with me when I go home," said Gareth certainly.

Gawain couldn't suppress his laughter.

"What would you want with a Briton eh?"

Gareth just shrugged his shoulders. "It would be something to show father".

Gawain held back his laughter for he knew Gareth was perfectly serious. Gareth was always showing their parents things that he had achieved or made and obviously he thought marrying was an accomplishment.

The boys continued on with their conversation not caring if any of the other boys heard them or not.

"Tristan what are you doing?" asked a nervous Percival.

Tristan found a sort of dry humour that his cousin would jump at even the slightest movement from anywhere at all.

Percival had grown up being petted and spoilt his whole life wether he wanted it or not. Tristan wasn't jealous of him it was just that sometimes Percival was a little self involved. Well actually a 'little' would be an underestimate. He was very self-involved.

"I am trying to sleep would you believe," answered Tristan.

Percival knew he was being sarcastic although you wouldn't be able to tell by Tristan's voice. Tristan's voice was always impassive and unreadable like his looks and ways.

"Okay".

Percival just lay down, too petrified to even look a different way than straight up.

Meanwhile Tristan merely shut his eyes and listened carefully to every sound as he drifted off to sleep.

I'm begining to introduce the knights and I will add some others that will play sort of main parts. Plese send reviews and flares are welcome!