Hello once again everyone. Hope you are all well and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Its a bit choppy but I wrote it at 1 am and sick so I will make up for it in the next one. Anyways please read and review thank you.

(P.S. I realized that I labeled Lillians horse as a male at the beginning of my first story and a female at the end. Just to clarify I am sorry and I have decided that the horse is to be male. Sorry about that. Enjoy!)

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"Quickly men!" Caius spoke aloud, ushering them through the wall. Behind the large, ominous wall an entire village laid. Families emerged as the group made their way through the small city. The even larger escort greated them at the gate led them to their destination. In the lead was Caius, who had raced to the lead after all was through the gate, and now found himself conversing with a fellow Roman, their voices barely above a whisper.

"Well isnt this a warm welcome." Lillian laughed sarcastically. Beside her she saw a Roman look her over. Not really sure what she saw in his eyes as they moved over her.

"Knights." Caius shouted drawing their attention. "I have just been informed that we had arrived earlier then expected. I shall go on and meet with the commander and to announce our arrival. I have also received word that the knights of this wall are in the practicing arena. Your orders are to meet up with them and wait there for my return. These men will show you the way." He ordered. The look on his face showed a clear annoyance at the situation. Obeying their commanders orders they seperated and followed the few men that were to be their guides.

Silence hung about the now smaller group as the romans let the sarmatians through the streets once more. Clearly obvious that the Roman soldiers here wold treat them no differently then those at their original post.

"Here's hoping this Artorius is more likeable then or 'dear Caius'" Ellaine joked as they continued on their way. Although she remained silent at her comrades words she fully agreed.

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"Well I still dont like it." Bors spoke up, swinging one of his daggers at a defending Dagonet. Cautiously the duo practiced their techniques amid several other sparring duos. The rest sat around the edges of the arena doing various things. Sharpening blades, drinking, enjoying the company of the local women.

"None of us do Bors." Dagonet agreed in a low voice, defending his comrades advances.

"You think they woulda sent reinforcements when all this started." Galahad spoke up. Off to the side of the main arena the young knight was sharpening his own weapons, not partaking in the sparring of the others.

Anger was once again aroused in many of the Sarmatian knights, except for a just few. In one corner of the arena one such man sat, silent yet ever watchful and sure of his surroundings. Stroking the soft, feathered head of his companion. Rising he sent the hawk to the sky above and reaching over Tristan gabbed his bow and readied for more archery practice. Blocking out the sound of swords clashing he set an arrow and amimed for his mark.

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"This village is far greater then ours." Ellaine spoke up. Though she remained silent, Lillianed agreed fully with her friend. She was right this city was bigger then their post. They did not have the need for as many people that were held here. Nor did they have the need for such weaponry. Their post had been smaller and less active then that of Hadrians Wall. A lot of changes would take place in the adjustments here. Everything is busier, crowded. Lillian found herself smiling at the look on the womans face as she stared around the land that was to be their home for an unsaid amount of time.

Smile slowly fading Lillian let her mind drift. Questions unnumbered filled her head. Were her childhood friends still alive? Are they dead? How have they changed? Little more then five years had passed since she had last seen them. She had been 14, the boys 15, when they had been taken. She wondered if they would even remember her, or the lands of the fathers. Five years of war can change people, can cause them to forget, even things that they may hold dear. She could not blame them if they did not remember her or their homeland, even she found it difficult at times to recollect the faces of her family. In her heart she hoped that they would.

"You're eager to see them arent you?" Ellaine commented. For the last few moments she had watched her as Lillian seeped deep into thought.

"What?" Lillian asked suprised at the sound of her voice. "Oh yes...I am." Lillian answered as the womans question finally registered. "But like you said it has been awhile." she smiled.

"It will be fine I am sure of it." Ellaine answered trying to reassure her friends unsaid worries.

"It shall be an adjustment though." Lillian added.

"An adjustment? Hows that?" Ellaine asked unsure of her comrades meaning.

"I remember 15 year old boys. They shall be twenty now. That is a change. They are no longer troublemaking youths, they are young men. It shall be weird to think of them as that way. Even if they are still troublemakers." she laughed letting her mind once again roll back to her youth. Carefree childhood days, before their enlistment into the army.

Pulling slightly on their reigns the group came to a halt.

"This way." The rough voiced Roman commanded, pointing at a darkened tunnel way before them. "We go on foot from here, you may tie your horses to the posts." Dimounting they all followed suit, but only after the romans accomplished it first. Tying her horse up she gently carressed the nose of the cheek of the dark colored animal before her.

"Rest here my friend. We will not be long." Neighing, the horse lightly nudged her. Laughing at his odd behavior she rested her head upon his wll defined neck. "What am I to do with you Midnight."

"Lillian?" A voice shouted for her from bahind.

"Coming!" she responded. Turning for the tunnel she saw several Roman guards, those that had led them here to begin with, looking at her. Eyeing her every move. Passing she met their stare dead on.

"Lillian!" the voice called for her once more. Reappearing from the depths of the tunnel she saw Ellaine emerge out of the corner of her eye, Axel at her side. Hand still placed clearly on the dagger to her side she broke her glare with the Romans to join the two watchful knights. Occaisionally drawing her cautious look back to them as she passed.

"What was that about?" Axel asked as she walked passed him, looking at the men as he asked.

"Nothing, come on the others are expecting us." Lillian spoke up, hoping to stop any possible confrontation from beginning. Just what they needed, to start their new life at Hadrians Wall on a bad note. Silence hung between the three as they walked, silhouttes of the other knights were not far ahead. The echoing of their footsteps filled her ears only to be soon drowned out by the all to familiar sound of clashing swords. The sun welcomed the group as the reached the end of the tunnel, her eyes looking to the sparring men. Some ways away a man lay praticing archery, and several others sat drinking with the company of several women. 'That lovely to see, a batch of womanizers.' she thought as she brought her eyes back to the sparring men. Faces of the children she knew filled her mind as she tried to melt them into those of the men before her. Around her the others gathered unsure of what to do. The Roman that led them seemed not to care and remained back in a corner getting hold of a nearby woman.

"Do you recognize them?" Ellaine whispered underneath the loud clashing of metal and the thud of arrows hitting their mark.

"I cant be sure." Lillian answered softly. In the corner of the arena her eyes fell upon the one with dark curled hair. Barely seeing his portriat as he leaned in to kiss the neck of a long haired woman. 'Disgusting womanizers.' she thought bringing her eyes to the center of the arena. Squinting hard she concentrated on the taller man in the center of the arena. Trying to place a name with the face.