Chapter two : Alone
"Lancelot look out!"
Lancelot turned around, an arrow barely missed him. He looked at the girl in front of him. She smiled and ran to fight another enemy. Her hair moved with every movement she made. The battle was huge; woads were everywhere and attacking the knights. Lancelot's face was covered with blood.
His twin swords were in his grasp. He smiled at a woad before killing him. Looking over the battlefield, he realized that they had won. He smiled and looked over at the knights. They gathered, looking over the dead bodies. All of their faces and hands covered with the blood of their attackers.
Lancelot looked around confused. The girl who had saved him wasn't among them. The others were searching too, yelling her name over the field of victims.
"Luana!" Lancelot yelled
The search stopped when the sun went down. Lancelot sighed; small tears were in his eyes as he tried to suppress them. She was gone and they couldn't find a trace of her well being or her location.
She could be dead, wounded, unconscious, abused. Lancelot didn't want to think about it. The rest of the knights were holding back tears as they silently made their way back to the wall.
Lancelot shot up from his dream; the only thing that escaped his mouth was a soft whisper of the name that had been grafted into his memory. "Luana"
Tears came in his eyes as he thought of the loss they had suffered. She had just disappeared in thin air, no sign of her or her condition. Nothing.
Lancelot whipped away the tears in his eyes and got dressed for the mission they had that day…their last mission. He smiled softly, rubbing his eyes and yawning a little, he cracked his neck once before exiting his room.
Lancelot smiled at his swords when he finished cleaning them. The ground was still wet from the heavy rain earlier that night. He placed his sword in the hilts and stood up, silently walking to his horse.
The other knights were still sleeping as he looked around. Tristan however, was wide awake and tending his sword and horse while looking at Lancelot for a brief moment.
"Couldn't sleep?" Tristan asks with a smile
"Could you?"
"I don't sleep." Tristan looked down at his sword and continued to clean it. Lancelot smiled sadly and nodded, understanding the answer. One by one, the knights woke up, hating their last mission and hoping they would soon get of this island.
Lancelot looked at Tristan again before he road up to Arthur. The eyes of the scout had told him enough. He shook his head to forget about the thought and began to talk to Arthur about what to do after the mission.
Her long brown hair curled at the end as she looked in the mirror. It was still early, she wasn't fully awake yet. She smiled at her reflection and sighed. The first sunrays shined in her face as she opened her window.
She rubbed her eyes, trying to wake up. She sighed again, another day had arrived. She picked out one of her new dresses and tried it on. It was a simple dress but beautiful non the less.
Another white dress. Her favourite colour. It fitted perfectly with her cream coloured skin. It was simple yet the fabric moved with her body like her own skin. It reached to her chest, from there; it was only fastened to her neck with two small straps.
Her hair was hanging loosely around her face, soft curls at the end. She placed a small white bandana in her hair to match with her dress and smiled as a few stripes of hair fell before her eyes.
She looked at her wrist and closed her eyes when she briefly touched it. Opening a drawer, she got out a simple pair of white gloves to fit with the dress.
She walked out the room; there was nothing special on her program for today. "Maybe I'll help the villagers sometime later on…" She thought softly. Over breakfast, her father had talked about a visitor later on the day.
She sighed, lately, all kind of men came to the mansion to win her heart or better yet, to marry her, bringing in a lot of money in the family. Each of them were invited by the man she called father. But her feelings and her heart told her, that her real family, was somewhere out there, searching for her.
Luana walked across the land that was part of the large mansion she lived in. She walked upon the wall in front of it, looking over to the village in front of the wall. The sky was blue; the stone was still wet from the rain.
She glared at the roman soldiers who were beating a villager for not working harder. She didn't like the way the villagers were treated. They were treated like dirt. She sighed deeply and ran down to the village.
When the soldiers saw her coming, they stopped with what they were doing and stood in front of the wounded villager.
"I'm sorry miss, but you have to go inside." The guard said politely
"I can do what I want and I want to have a look at that villager. So let me through."
"I'm sorry but I can't allow that miss" The roman said short but strong.
Roman soldiers came from behind her and she glared at the soldiers in front of her. Cursing to herself for not wearing some pants, she slowly turned around to leave but now without looking back once more.
The villager looked at her with his dark eyes and she felt guilty for what was happening to the man. She turned back and ticked on the soldiers shoulder. He turned around and she hit him in the eye.
Glaring at him and fell on her knees next to the wounded villager. She smiled softly at him and he looked at her with gratefulness in his eyes. The soldier stood up and looked at the girl. The other soldiers offered their helps but he waved them of, he would deal with her himself.
He placed his arm on the top of her arm, holding it so strongly that her eyes widened in pain. The other soldiers carried the villager away while the commander of the soldiers took her inside.
Her once white dress what dirty with the mud hanging on it and blood from the villager was stained on it, her once white gloves where brown from touching the ground. She grimaced as the pain coursed through her arm. She tried to break free from his grasp while trying to kick him or slap him but he kept walking.
She screamed and yelled at him, not showing that she was weak. His hold of her arm stayed as strong as ever as she gave up the fight.
Tristan sighed, he thought about his little sister and how he had failed to protect her. He thought about her sweet smile and her brown eyes that glistered in the sun as she looked at him.
How she had always been there for him when he wanted to talk to someone. But since she had disappeared three years ago, without a trace, he hadn't been himself. He had looked for her everywhere. Even during his missions that he had received after it, he had searched for her.
He listened to rumours; he had searched for her, asked for her. He looked at Lancelot and Arthur riding in front of him. Lancelot hadn't slept for weeks; Tristan knew he was plagued by nightmares of the day that she disappeared.
He didn't sleep anymore, he never slept. Lancelot was the only one understanding in that matter. The others would argue with him but he was the lonely and silent scout. He could take care of himself.
If he could only see her again, just once.
"What is the meaning of this?" Marius asked the soldier when he entered the room with Eleni still in his grasp. She glared at him and looked away, her eyes met those of a stranger in the room.
He smiled, a mysterious glint was in his eyes that Eleni didn't trust. She looked at her father and sighed. He would freak out when he saw her dress.
"She was stopping us from doing our duty sir."
"Is this true Luana?" Her father asked angry
"They were hurting the villager ! He was working as hard as he could!"
Her father was already enraged that his meeting had been interrupted, but her reply towards him made him ever more angry. He looked at her, up and down.
"What happened to your dress !"
Luana didn't answer, she glared at the soldier and slowly, his hand released his grasp on her arm. Her other hand immediately went to the place where she had been held and hoped that it wouldn't become another bruise.
She quickly turned around and prepared to leave the room when she was held up at the door by the stranger. He took her gloved hand in his and kissed it softly. He smiled at her face but she kept her numbly stare at him.
"You must be the wonderful Luana. You're more beautiful then I have imagined." He smirked. Luana smiled back softly and took her hand back from his. She glanced at her father behind her and glared.
Without a second thought, she left the room, not even thinking of replying to the stranger. She wasn't in the mood, and she would never be as long as she was here.
She hated her life…All she wanted was to be free, not to be trapped in a large mansion at the north of the wall, waiting to be married of to some rich roman and be trapped in another larger mansion.
She sighed and closed her eyes.
"Will you learn it to me big bro? Please?"
"Later on Luana, first you need to be able to control the sword."
Young Luana smiled brightly and nodded eagerly as she was handed her wooden sword, her brother took his own curved wooden sword and raised it to fight her. She blocked his attacks and she tried to take him down but failed miserably.
Not only was she smaller then him, she was also weaker in her arms. He had been training a lot with their father, just to be ready when the Romans came. But she had been learning as much as he did.
All she wanted, was to be a knight along side of her brother. She smiled as she felt the top of his sword at her neck.
"I beat you again dear sister."
"Don't worry, I played it easy on you bro"
Her older brother smiled and she shot him a smirk before hugging him.
Her eyes opened, she had a big brother, how come she didn't know him. Where was he? What was his name. Tears were in her eyes as she remembered that all of her childhood memories were gone.
She cried soft tears as she remembered that…she was all alone…
All alone in an ever changing world.
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