The knights rode on towards the forest as the sun began to slowly set behind them. Upon entering the forest they pulled their horses' reins to a halt.

"We'll make camp here for the night and continue on at first light." Arthur told the knights.

They dismounted their horses and tied their reins to a low hanging tree branch. The reins were tied tight enough so the horses couldn't run off during the night but not too tight so they could be allowed graze on the grass all around them.

Next they began setting up camp, pulling out their blankets from the bags on the horses saddles, pulling out water canteens to refill, and lightly snacking on a few slices of bread, cheese, and a couple apples they had brought with them to eat.

"I'll go collect some firewood to build the fire." One of the knights, who was very strong and tall, offered before walking off to do so.

"Who is going to take first watch?" The knight with the dirty blonde hair asked.

"You can take first watch tonight Leon. However if you get tired before your watch is over I want you to wake Percival so he can take over, understood?" Arthur told him.

"Understood, Sire." Leon replied with a nod.

Later on that night Leon stood a couple feet away from the rest of the sleeping knights. He stood staring out into the forest in complete silence with his back toward his companions as he began his watch for the night.

Arthur however had found himself unable to sleep, despite how tired he was, from the day's earlier events. He lay wide awake on his back staring up at the stars high above him. For a moment he wondered if the reason he couldn't sleep was because he was worried about Merlin and Gwen back home in Camelot.

'Gwen and Merlin are fine. I have no need to be worried about them..' He thought to himself dismissing the thought away as he closed his eyes trying to go to sleep but still found himself unable too.

He opened his eyes once more and looked at all the sleeping knights around him letting out a soft and barely audible sigh. How he envied them. They could sleep so peacefully through anything. Why couldn't he sleep as peacefully as them?

Knowing he wasn't going to get any sleep he decided to go for a long walk instead. Maybe if he was lucky it would tire him out enough and he could finally get some sleep.

As quietly as possible he got up to his feet and started walking away from the knights trying hard not to accidently trip, stumble, or step on any of the knights sleeping around him as he walked on through the dark.

A pair of brown eyes opened slightly as Arthur passed by him. They watched him closely as he walked off waiting until he was a certain distance away before slowly getting up and following him.

Arthur didn't stop walking for quite a while and when he finally did stop he stood leaning himself against a tall pine tree staring far out into the distance completely unaware to the fact that he was being followed.

"Arthur? Are you alright?" He heard someone speak in a voice barely above a whisper behind him.

Arthur turned around to see who it had been addressing him only to notice it was Lancelot. By the very dim light of the moon, that shone above them through the tall tree branches, he had just enough light to faintly notice a look of concern on the knight's face.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep that's all." Arthur told him which of course was the truth.

"Nor could I." Lancelot replied as he walked over closer to Arthur so they could stand side by side.

"And so you decided to follow me." Arthur added with a small hint of annoyance in his tone.

"Someone had to make sure you didn't run into any trouble." Lancelot replied ignoring the annoyed tone of Arthur's voice.

Arthur was about to scold and remind the knight that he was more than capable enough to take care of himself but he didn't get the chance when they suddenly heard the sound of twigs snapping and bushes rustling.

Instinct kicking in sending Arthur on high alert he drew out his sword holding it one hand while the other silently gestured with two fingers for them to split up and cut off whoever had been spying on them to trap 'em.

Lancelot nodded as he drew out his sword from the scabbard that hung from his belt before running off in the direction opposite to the one Arthur had run off in.