Hello. The reunion as happened! yah! But with mixed results. Hope you enjoy. Please continue to read and review and I will update as soon as possible. Thanks.

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"Dagonet..." she whispered, uncertainty evident in her voice. She eyed the man curioiusly as he continued to duel. The fact that the men did not notice their arrival did not bother her, she liked the fact that she was able to take a moment to watch them, to try and figure it out herself.

"Who?" Ellaine asked, curious as to who her friend may have recognised. Following her gaze she saw the taller man that captivated her friend so.

Not meaning to insult her, Lillian paid not heed to her question, stepping forth farther she revealed herself even more to the world and the waking sun. Unknowningly she felt uneasy as she tried to brush what dirt she could from her uniform. She noticed their armoring was different then theirs, heavier, more metal. Must be because of the location. Her post had assigned them lighter armor, leathers with few metal pieces. The did not have the resources or reason for them. Pushing herself onward she ignored the look of her garb.

"Nicely done Bors." the man said as he deflected another blow. Obvious that they still did not notice her.

"Bors. Did he say Bors? Bors is alive!" For a brief moment she felt a great weight lifted from her atleast one of her friends still lived. Now to find the remaining three among the group.

"Come on Dag, you'll have to do better then that." the smaller man shot back. All the taller could do was laugh at the mans request.

"Dagonet!" she thought to herself. Glad to her the name come from another. "He lives." Happiness overwhelmed her at the thought of the man she looked to as an older brother still walked the earth and was there before her.

"Excuse me?" she managed to say aloud drawing the mens attention to her at last. Even the dark haired man in the corner took a break from his laison with the petite woman on his lap. "Dagonet?" she asked looking to him. Hoping he would see her and not some random woman calling his name. "Its really you isnt it. You and Bors."

Signaling to the smaller man to stop for a moment he came forth, looking at her questioningly. Staring hard at her he spoke up. "May I help you?" he asked unsure of who the woman before him was. Her dark haired bellowed in the wind and around her face. He deep blue eyes peirced his.

"Her eyes." he thought to himself. "Why do they look at me like they do?"

The look at honest confusion remained steady on the mans face a moment longer as silence filled the air around them and the look of confusion left his face with that of recognition took its place.

"Lillian?" he asked, not believing that the woman before him could possibly be the childhood friend he had left behind. The once fourteen year old girl that he remembered was not who he saw before him at first. Her once small boyish frame of youth was now that of a slim, curvy 19 year old woman. The only thing that remained true to what he remembered were her eyes. Eyes that would pierce through to your soul if she held your stare long enough.

At the sound of his voice uttering her name she lost control and through herself into his larger frame. "It is good to see you again Dagonet." she half cried as she hugged him dearly. The boy that had looked after her for so long in their childhood was alive and nothing could spoil that moment. Tenderly the gentle giant returned her caring embrace.

"I cant believe you're here." Dagonet said releasing her. "Look at you." he added holding her arms out so that he could get a better lookd at her. "How have you been?" he asked briefly forgetting those around him. Had he looked her would have seen a look of suprise on a select few and curiousity on the others.

"I am well my friend. How are you?" she laughed.

"Better. Suprised to see you but happy all the same." Dagonet answered with a smile.

"My, my, my Lillian." A voice came from behind him. "Never thought we would see you again. Especially here." the man said as he drew their attention.

"Good to see you too Bors." she said as she manuevered her way to him and embraced him as well. Holding him briefly she saw the face of another near the back. Marking adorned his still youthful face.

"Tristan." she whispered as she released Bors and made her way to the young man in the back.

"How are you my friend?" she asked when she reached him.

"As well as could be expected with war around us. It is good to see you Lillian." He answered, bowing his head in respect to her.

"Same old Tristan. Not one for physical interaction." she laughed, returning his bow to him.

"What brings so far from home?" Dagonet asked drawing her attention back to him.

"What, a girl cant come and reunite with a few childhood friends." she announced sarcastically.

"One does not usually do this in times of war." a voice spoke up. Parting the crowd revealed the one who bore the voice. The dark haired man in the corner walked forth.

"Lancelot, you remember Lillian dont you." Dagonet said as the knight stepped up.

"Lancelot." she thought to herself.

"Of course she would follow us wherever we would go. Never giving us a moments peace without her. Seems not even a war could prevent that." he announced, the smell of his breath indicated the man was slightly drunk.

"And your still as cocky as ever Lancelot and drunk to say the least. Please do not let me interrupt you relations with the woman of there." Lillian sneered although a hint of sarcasm laced her voice, oblivious to the drunken man.

"My relations are none of your concern." Lancelot shot back.

Stepping forward Dagonet wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her away.

"Whats that all about?" she asked as she was whisked away.

"He's drunk. Not usually like that so pay no attention to him. He'll be better by tomorrow. Lancelot is not very happy at the moment. Not many of us are." Dagonet answered.

"Why? Whats wrong?" Lillian asked bring a halt to their walk.

"A lot of our men died this year." Dagonet replied rather quietly. "We are to 'welcome' reinforcements this afternoon." he added rather hesitantly.

"Reinforcement? So all of you disapprove of Rome sending aid to you?" she asked retreating from his arm. Looking around she saw the others looking at them. She saw her fellow knights still in the tunnel. How could she ahve forgotten them she cursed herself.

"Yes!" Lancelot shouted, practically growling the words as he said them.

"Really?" she shot back taking offense to the mans disregard for her or her fellow knights. Frustration filled her voice and anger coursed through her veins.

"That is enough Lancelot." Dagonet said quietly silencing the somewhat drunk man. Bringing his eyes back to her he saw the emotion in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Just fine." she replied through gritted teeth.

"So tell me, what brings you so far from home?"

Not caring anymore whether they knew or not she spewed her story before them.

"Several months after the four of you were taken the Romans came back. They needed more knights but there were not enough boys of the right age, so they took us girls instead." She answered, her eyes still locked to the brown of Lancelots. "Such a cruel man. What happened to the boy I knew. He was never this bad."

"So you are in the Roman military?" Bors spoke up.

"Yes. 10 more years and my term is over." she replied. "In fact, Lancelot..." she was about to let loose all her frustration at the dark haired knight but was silenced quickly at the sound of a commanding voice.