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When I woke up again, it was pitch black and I could hear Nate lightly snoring in his bed. I smiled at his sleeping figure and then tiptoed out of the tent for some fresh air. I walked out of the tent, bare-footed feeling the cold firm ground underneath my feet. I could make out the outlines of all the silent tents as I made my way to the horse barn. I entered the barn and made my way over to Bayard, he was whinnying softly and reached out his nose to nuzzle my hand.

"Hey boy!" I said, opening up the stall and walking in. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to ride you in a while! Things have been crazy. I don't know how much longer I can do this. I just want to be a Young Knight. But I'm too small and girlish!" I groaned and hide my face in Bayard's coat.

"Could you keep it down?" I heard an annoyed voice ask.

I jumped out of my skin, extremely startled, "Sorry," I said.

"What are you doing here anyways Mitch, your injured go to bed." Shane said still sounding annoyed.

"Thanks but I'm fine." I said to Shane.

"You were bleeding from your crotch! Do have a disease or something?" Shane retorted and I had to hold back my laughter. He didn't suspect a thing!

"I just cut myself, nothing to worry about." I told Shane.

"I wasn't worrying," Shane glared at me as if was an insult for me to even think he cared.

I laughed, "Thanks, though."

"For what?" He asked.

"Carrying me back from the river." I answered.

"It's was nothing." Shane said gruffly.

I smiled, "thanks anyways."

We stood there looking at each other awkwardly for a few moments and I began to blush. Then I quickly remembered I was supposed to be a boy and stopped blushing and looked down. I made my voice deep, "What are you doing out here anyways?"

"Nothing," and walks out and I follow closely behind him.

"Really?" I asked confused.

"Look, Mitch! I want to be alone and you need to go back to your tent now!" Shane said exasperated. Why wouldn't he tell me why he was hiding out in the barn. I nodded and walked back to my tent as the sun started to rise.

"Mitch!" Nate yelled and awkwardly hugged me. "I was so worried about you! Don't just run off like that especially since you are injured!"

Nate was so sweet. "I'm fine really! I'm sorry I worried you." I said as Nate put me back on the bed.

"How did you heal so fast Mitch! You were bleeding so much before." Nate asked puzzled.

"I…I.." I struggled to come up with an excuse. "I don't feel so good." I faked so Nate would stop asking questions, I couldn't afford to make up a lie and have Nate become suspicious of me.

"I'm sorry, Mitch! I didn't mean to wear you out." Nate apologized.

"It's all right. I just need some more sleep." I said feeling guilty as I faked feeling sick.

"Of course, I'll bring you breakfast in a couple of hours." Nate said.

Despite feeling perfectly fine, I fell asleep quickly. As the sun rose high in the sky it started to get hot. I got out of bed and changed into lighter clothes, that Nate had lent me. The Young Knights were all down in the training fields so I decided to get out and stretch my legs.

I was walking towards the supply tent when I saw them. The Saxons, they were only two. My blood boiled at the sight of them. They were broad shouldered man with long beards with grass woven intricately into them, their clothes were stained with blood and they were armed with sharp glinting knives. They were whispering to each other, something I couldn't hear. They must have been camped near here since they snuck in while all the Young Knights were gone.

I was deciding what to do when they spotted me. At first they looked startled but then they saw my small size and grinned pulling out their sharp knives. I didn't have time to think, all I could feel was the blood coursing through my veins and the anger threatening to overflow. I pulled my knife from my waist band, thanking God I had brought it with me, and charged. I knew I couldn't take them with brute force but that didn't stop me. I ran towards the first man, bouncing back and forth as he tried to catch me. I laughed coldly, it was as if I had lost my humanity. The Saxon was started by my laugh and I saw my opening, I sliced at the arm that was holding his knife he dropped his knife in pain and I quickly scooped it up as the second Saxon came charging after me.

This Saxon was much stronger then the other one, "Nate! Shane!" I cried out knowing I couldn't take him on my own. No one came, the Saxon grinned at me and then advanced forward. I held my knife steady, poised to attack. He lunged at me several times and I danced around his blade until he cut my arm. It was a deep gash and began bleeding heavily. I didn't give up; I had to kill the Saxon. The memory of my father's death rushed back and with a strength and speed I didn't know I was cable of I plunged the knife into the Saxons heart. His eyes widened in shock and I felt as though I was going to throw up. He let out a gargled gasp as I stabbed him again. He collapsed on to the ground dragging me with him. He pulled me under him and I struggled to get up, although under normal circumstances I would be easily killed when pinned on the ground, because the Saxon was near death I was able to wrench my arm free and stab him once more in the back. He coughed up blood on me and cursed as he died. After he stopped struggling I managed to stand up as the other Saxon ran away. With hat little strength I had left, I got up on my feet and ran after him, hindered by the wounds I had inflicted upon him I was able to catch up. I pinned him to the ground and rolled him over with all the strength I could muster and bound his hands together with the rope holding up my pants. He struggled and managed to swipe at my face, drawing blood before I got his knife away from him. "Nate!" I called out as loud as I could through my panting. Luckily this time, someone heard and began walking towards me I couldn't see who it was because the blood from the gash on my forehead was running into my eyes, but the last thing I saw was a grim smile before I blacked out.

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