As the battle wound down, Laurel made her way to Gawain. He was standing in a small clearing surrounded by dead Saxons. His shoulder was bleeding. "You should do something about that or it'll get infected." she said to him. He whipped around to see her. Laurel was painted blue and had drawings of suns, moons and other such characters all over her shoulders and back. She was also spattered with blood.

"You were supposed to stay with the caravan." he said to her softly.

Shrugging, all she could say was "Have you ever known me to follow the rules?" He face, although bloody and bruised was turned up in a smile. "I'm gonna feel this in the morning!" she exclaimed. She rubbed her backside and laughed. Gawain laughed as well.

The fires were smoldering and the full scope of the battle could be seen. Hundreds of Saxons and Woads were lying dead along the exspanse of the Wall. Laurel could see all her friends, alive. Tristan was finishing off one last Saxon and Lancelot was dustng himself off. Galahad was holding tightly to Sofie and Bors was strutting around proclaiming their victory. Arthur and Guinevere were standing at the top of a small hill, Merlin was beside them. Sighing with relief, Laurel approached Gawain and asked him. "Are you angry with me? For not staying put?"

"No, I'm glad you came. You're a strong woman, Laurel. I actually was surprised that you held back as long as you did. What I didn't expect was for Sofia to follow you." he laughed. "She seems like the type to not want to get dirty."

"She wasn't always like that." began Laurel. Sofie and I used to be true twins. We used to run around and throw things at each other. Rocks, mud, toys. We'd play bad guy versus good guy and we'd alternate. Sometimes we would get our brothers involved and they'd be the helpless victims." She laughed aloud at the memory. "She used to be really fun but then she discovered that the human race was flawed and she sank into herself. It wasn't until she met Galahad that she started to come around. He saved her from a life of boring tediousness.

The most unpleasant part came after. The bodies had to be separated. The Woads came and took their own and the rest, all Saxons, were piled and burned. The smell was horrible. If Laurel had been hungry when she started she wasn't anymore.

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Three days later, after much cleaning and settling, Laurel and Sofia stood in their own modest looking hut. It was outside the gates of the castle but it was stil near enough. Glancing around, Sofia comented that there was no place for books. "Where will I put them?" she muttered.

"What books Sof?" asked Laurel. "You don't have them anymore do you?" Sofia looked crestfallen. Her beloved books were still in the twenty first century, nearly all of them hadn't even been written yet.

Her face lighting up Sofia turned to her sister and said "I'll just have to start a new one. I know latin, I can read it at least. I'll start to compile scrolls or something. I have to have things to read." her tone was jubilant and stern at the same time. Laurel laughed.

"Perhaps Galahad will build you a bookshelf." she put in. Sofia's eyes grew even more joyful.

"You should write it all down, Laurie. Be the Bard. Tell this tale. In fifteen hundred years when we read this story for the first time, it'll be your words. Your words Laurie. You remember when you told me that you felt that he story was more real to you? Well, maybe that's beacuse it is real to you. It's real to us. You did write it. You wrote it down and it was copied and passed down. It went into the history text books at school and you read your own story when you were only eight years old!" Sofia slapped her forehead. "Holy Gods! Laurie, we're in the school's history books!"

Laurel stood and listened to her sister rave on about stories and text books, not really paying attention to it but she had heard her say to write it down. She had memorized the tale from the school books and would write it word for word out on paper, making it her own.