Chapter 3: remembering

The night was dark and Luana had a hard time sleeping. She turned around, looking at the ceiling of her room. She sighed; the two faces from her dreams were in front of her eyes. How she longed to meet them.

She looked outside of her window. The stars shined brightly at the evening sky. She took a deep breath and threw the blankets that covered her small frame away from her.

Her feet touched the cold stone floor as she walked to her door. As silent as she could, she walked out of her room. Soft raindrops fell on her face as she walked in the garden.

The moon was high up and the shadows of the trees hid her body from the watching guards; she didn't want to be caught outside in the middle of the night.

She felt the rain on her face; a small smile graced her soft lips as she raised her head to the sky. Her feet were beginning to freeze, just like the rest of her body. She wrapped her arms around her, in a soft of way of protecting herself against the cold of the everlasting winter on the island.

Tristan looks at his fellow knights, they were complaining about the weather of the dreaded island they have been on for 15 years. Tristan began to think about it...in 15 years, he had learned how to walk around unnoticed, how to be as quiet as possible, but he has also learned that nothing lasts forever. Not even happiness.

"Ugh, I can't wait to leave this island. If it's not raining, it's snowing. If it's not snowing, it's foggy. " Gawain groaned

"And that's the summer. " Lancelot smirked

"The rain is good. Washes all the blood away. " Bors says quietly

"Doesn't help the smell. "

"Hey Bors. You intend on taking Vanora and all your little bastards back home? " Lancelot asks

"Oh, I'm trying to avoid that decision. By getting killed. " Gawain begins to laugh as Lancelot smiles.

"Dagonet. She wants to get married, give the children names."

"Women. The children already have names, don't they? " Tristan said quietly, sheathing his sword.

"Just Gilly. It was too much trouble, so we gave the rest of them numbers. " Bors told

"That's interesting. I thought you couldn't count. " Lancelot smirked while the other knights laughed at his joke.

"You know, I never thought I'd get back home alive. Now that I've got the chance, I don't think I'd leave my children. I'll take them with me. I like the little bastards. They mean something to me... especially number 3. He's a good fighter. "

"That's because he's mine. " Gawain almost spits in laughter as Lancelot smirked

Tristan shakes his head in disbelief, sometimes; the knights could pester each other so much that they couldn't hold their drinks. He stood up and went to his horse, tending it and smiling at it.

His hawk screeched above him. He smiled and reached out his arm so the bird could sit on it. He smiled at the hawk and made himself ready to go to sleep.

Luana sighed and entered the cold house again. nobody spotted her as she made her way to her bedroom at the end of the hall. The candles were flickering in the wind as she moved silently and cautiously.

She held her breath as she heard a soft noise behind her. Quickly, she turned around, she looked at her surroundings and let out the breath she was holding.

She entered her room and smiled, the soft brown and dark red fitted perfectly with each other. Her bed was placed in the middle of the larger room and it was nicely decorated.

She fell down her bed and fell with her face on her pillow the walk outside did her well, but it didn't help her to sleep. Her dreams were filled with memories.

Sometimes, the memories were so bad that she didn't want to remember them. Clearly, she had been taken away from her real family. The only family she had left was her big brother and he took care of her whenever she was in trouble.

She chuckled a little; the face of her brother in his younger years came in front of her eyes as she thought of him.

She knew she didn't belong to Britain. What did she remember from her real home? From the land that she belonged to. Oceans of grass from horizon to horizon, further than you can ride.

The sky, bigger than you can imagine. No boundaries. That was what she remembered. Some people would call that freedom. She longed for her family that she had left behind.

She longed for a simple life, away from the Romans that had invaded this island. But she was raised by Romans for the past three years...Her head began to hurt a little as she began to think about it. Luana closed her eyes and sighed, finally falling in a deep slumber.

"Please Big Brother…you have to let me come! I can't stay here!"

Tristan looked at a younger Luana, her long brown hair fell in front of her eyes as she looked at him, waiting for his answer. He bowed down to her height and placed the strays of hair behind her ears.

"You have to stay here…Britain isn't a place for you. You belong here…to be free."

"But I want to be with you…to learn how to fight. I want to be like you Tristan."

Tristan sighed; Luana was once again talking about going with him when the Romans came for him. She looked at him with big eyes.

"Please big bro…"

"Now is not the time Luana…go back to sleep." Tristan smiles at the little girl.

Luana nodded softly and hugged Tristan before closing her eyes and falling asleep right next to him. Tristan keeps smiling at his little sister and lies down next to her, his arm wrapped around her to protect her while she sleeps.

Tristan shot up, taking a deep breath. His eyes are wide open and the memory of his little sister still in front of his eyes. He releases the breath and closes his eyes. He looks at the sky, the sun was just rising.

He smiled softly and regained himself before he stood up and walked to one of the trees. In the corner of his eye, he saw Arthur and Lancelot prepare their horses for the day. He jumped high and climbed in the tree. He sat on one of the branches, looking at them move under the influence of the soft breezes.

Lancelot saw the sadness in Tristans eyes when he had woken up. He had ignored the fact and kept it to himself, not wanting to alarm Arthur that there was something wrong with his scout. The hawk flied above their heads. Lancelot smiled softly and returned back to his horse.

Soon, the knights departed in the direction of the Roman mansion. Tristan took another road, to know where there are Saxons and to know which road is safe. After all, it's the north of the wall, everything is new for the knights.

Luana opened her eyes and closed them again when the first sunrays hit them. She groaned and slowly got out of bed. She frowned; she had a strange feeling about today. A soft breeze touched her arms and she shivered slightly.

She shivered and quickly grabbed her clothes for the day. Heading for the shower, she saw her normal clothes, her peasant's clothes. She smiled and placed the dress on her bed while taking her normal clothes to the bathroom.

Her black pants and black top fitted perfectly with each other. She smiled and combed her hair. Some strays fell in front of her eyes. She walked out of her room, hoping she wouldn't meet with her father.

The gardens were quiet, some guards were standing on the wall but they were easily avoided. She glanced behind her before she made her way to the tree at the wall. She climbed in as quiet as she could and used the branches to get to the other part of the wall.

The guards didn't notice anything. "Good" Luana thought before quietly blending with the people of the village. They knew her and didn't ask about her. They were just glad that she helped. She saw the guards torture some of the people from the corner of her eye.

She looked their way and tossed her tools on the ground before she walked to the soldiers. She ignored the stares she received from the villagers and kept walking. She turned a blind eye to the yells of the soldiers.

"Leave him alone!" Luana yelled

"Get back to work! All of you!"

"I said ! Leave him alone !" Luana screamed outraged when the soldiers hit the man again

"And what are you going to do huh?"

Luana glared at the guard and he just grinned before returning to torture the villager.

"He did nothing wrong !"

"If he didn't want to be punished, he had to work harder!" One of the newer guards declared

"Not if he worked as hard as he could!"

The soldiers that came from behind Luana tried to drag her away but they failed when she hit him with her elbows in their stomachs. They groaned in pain and she continued to glare at the soldier in front of her.

His eyes widened but that didn't stop him from hurting the villager. She glared but in the distance, she saw her father come towards the commotion that had formed by her defiance against the soldier. She only hoped that she would come out of it without him recognising her.

But that was highly doubted.

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A/N : next chapter : the knights arrive and meet Marius Honorius and his family.