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Chapter 11 : Don't Leave Me
Luana strapped her bag tightly on her horse. Her eyes were small and the sun was slowly rising behind the stone buildings inside the thick walls of Hadrian Wall. She yawned a little and patted the neck of her horse once she was done.
Lancelot slowly exited his own dorm, closing the door behind him. The first knight rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he walked over to Luana. The whole city was leaving right after dawn. And even though the knights protested heavily against Arthur's idea of fighting their enemy alone, they had to respect his wishes.
"What do you think will happen once you get back to Sarmatia?" Lancelots voice asked the question that had been plaguing them for days. Lancelot knew that she had left her tribe in the middle of the night, dressed as a boy to join Arthur's ranks.
Luana looked at Lancelot, a sad smile written across her soft, pink lips. Her fingers played with a piece of her dirty brown hair as she looked away from his gaze.
"I don't know. But I can guess though." Luana answered softly. "I'll be thrown into a marriage in which I can't find happiness nor love. That is certain." Luana added in a silent voice.
Lancelot walked closer to her, pulling her in a hug as he softly gave her a kiss on the crown of her head.
"I want you to come with me." Lancelot told her, looking her straight in the eye with his muscular arms still around her fragile waist. Luana sighed, looking down at the dirty ground.
"You know that might cause more problems Lance. I do not want anything to get worse by making that decision." Luana answered, perhaps a little bit to quickly for her own good. She slowly shook her head and sighed deeply before turning away from the man she loved.
Behind her back, Lancelot's eyes shone out sadness and disappointment but he nodded non the less, knowing why she had declined his offer. Right on the moment he wanted to say something to her, Tristan walked in with his horse at his hand.
"Ready to go?"
"We have to be." Lancelot nodded and mounted his horse before following Tristan and Luana to the carriages.
"You know...I think I'll miss this place." Luana said, smiling with perhaps a hint of sadness in her tone. Gawain nodded and shot one last look at the place they had called home for the last 15 years.
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"Lancelot told me you declined his offer." Tristan's deep voice made her jump slightly as she turned her face towards him.
"I did. I think you and I both know that I'll have enough problems when I get back home. But if I don't return while you do, and they know I'm alive and well. That might add even more problems."
Tristan frowned slightly before nodded. He looked at his younger sister. He was surprised how much wiser she had become over the years. She had matured and changed so much that he had trouble finding the little shy girl from 15 years ago.
"I know I'll be forced into marriage once I get back. That was perhaps the first reason why I decided to follow you in the middle of the night."
Her older brother frowned, knowing she was right. He looked through the deep fog and smoke around Badon Hill at Arthur. A lonely rider on the top of the hill. Luana's eyes followed Bors as he yelled at their commander one last time.
For just a brief second, Lancelot and Luana's eyes met each other as they heard Arthur's yell coming from a distance. The horses turned around, causing the knights to move them out of the line to calm them down.
Luana whispered soft, Sarmatian words to her horse as Tristan picked out his bow from the carriage. The knights looked at each other. No words were said as they began to smile at each other one by one.
Lancelot handed Luana her weapons as she fastened her armor. The young Sarmatian girl gave him a small smile before giving him another peck on his lips.
"For good luck." She smirked before walking away from him.
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Arthur smiled at Lancelot's smirk as the first knight drove next to him, completely donned in his armor with swords ready to be used. The other knights followed soon, proudly wearing their armors and smiles on their faces as they greeted their commander.
"You didn't really think we'd leave you here alone do you?" Gawain smirked.
They heard the drums of the Saxons, a small part of the army moved towards the gates of the wall, ready to meet whatever army Arthur had collected. Luana felt worry creep up on her as she looked around.
"Woad's." Tristan said, Arthur looked surprised at his scout and nodded, smiling a little at his knights before he rode out in front of them.
"Knights. The gift of freedom is yours by right. But the home we seek resides not in some distant land. It's in us! And in our actions on this day! If this be our destiny, then so be it. But let history remember that as free men, we chose to make it so!"
The knights yelled out loudly, pinning their representing staffs in the ground. Tristan grabbed his bow, listening to the wind and aiming high. The arrow flew over the wall, hitting the Briton that was hiding in the tree.
The knights smirked at Tristan before riding off to meet their destiny.
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Luana slayed another Saxon on her path as she made her way towards Tristan. The leader of the Saxons was holding firmly against her brother and she had to admit that she feared the worst when she heard his hawk above the battle field.
She had abandoned her horse and her feet carried her to the other side of the field while she killed as many enemies as she could. Her swords were covered in grime and blood as she plunged her sword in the chest of an attacking Saxon.
Cedric grabbed a deadly wounded Tristan by his hair, through the thick black smoke, Luana could see that his eyes were directed towards Arthur who was looking horrified at the leader of the Saxons.
Just before Cedric could even hurt Tristan even more, Luana threw her knife at him, giving him a cut on his arm. Luana didn't care that he didn't get hurt more, it was only a distraction from Tristan.
Raising her sword high, she blocked his attack. From behind Cedric, she saw Galahad coming closer to them. Luana kept Cedric's attention of her while Galahad carefully took Tristan away.
Smiling to herself, Luana tried to plunge her sword in Cedric's chest but failed miserably when he grabbed her with his arm around her throat. Luana moved to break free, gasping for air when she heard Arthur's voice behind them.
"Leave her alone. Your fight is with me."
Cedric dropped Luana on the ground, causing the young Sarmatian girl to cough and grab her throat as she could breath again. Luana looked up at Arthur and Cedric, their swords clashed together in a dazzling fight.
Realizing she was in a dangerous position, Luana quickly stood up and ran away from the fight between the two commanders. Her brown eyes gazed through the thick black smoke that covered the whole battlefield and for a moment, her eyes widened as she saw Lancelot at the other side.
His face was covered in grime and blood. His eyes were wide open, just like his mouth. Luana wanted to scream right there when she saw him fall on his knees. Her legs carried her towards the first knight, fear for his life took over.
Just before he fell forward, Luana reached him, placing her hands on his shoulders and trying to look in his eyes. She yelled his name, feeling tears spring in her eyes as he didn't answer. His breathing was shallow and short rapid breaths escaped him.
It gave Luana a sense of comfort, knowing that he was still breathing assured her that he was still alive. Luana bit back the tears in her eyes as she turned around, facing the Saxon. She glared at his smirking face.
Her fingers clammed her sword tightly in her hand as she took deep and angry breaths. Luana raised her sword above her head, running towards Cynric. The elder man smirked at the girl and held his own sword ready for any counterattack.
Luana threw her sword at him, surprising him as he suspected her to fight him sword to sword. He looked down at his chest, seeing her shining but dirty sword plunged in his chest, he finally fell down on his knees.
The young Sarmatian girl pulled her sword out of his chest and quickly ran towards Lancelot, dropping her sword on the ground next to her as her both hands grabbed his face.
"Don't you dare die on me Lancelot! Don't you dare!" Luana yelled. The fight was slowly coming to it's end and Luana felt the tears fall down her cheeks. She knew that her brother was deadly wounded and that he may not survive.
But seeing her lover laying on the ground while she could've done something to stop the Saxon from shooting the armor-piercing arrow at him was to much for the young girl to handle.
"I can't loose you Lancelot." Luana buried her head in his chest, the cold metal of his armor met her forehead as she felt the tears fall down her cheeks, washing away some of the grime, dirt and blood that was still on her face.
"I can't loose you." She softly whispered in his chest as a small wind passed over the battlefield.
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NOTE : This chapter is one of the last chapters to this story…one or two chapters following and then this story is coming to it's end…