Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize. Only Serina and Joslin.

AN: I am SOOO SORRY that it has taken me so long to update this story. This is all the new material I have on it right now and to be honest the reason I haven't been writing on this story is because I got writer's block and it was like climbing the Great Wall of China. It has been stonewalling me for months. But I finally got back into a King Arthur and maybe even a LOTR mood so please be patient with me on this. It's a slow progress. Also this is a short chapter and I am sorry for that. But a short chapter is better than no chapter, right?

Chapter 6

After the girl known as Chessa introduced herself the room became very quiet. The Knights, Arthur, and Jols were all very surprised at this statement from her. They all knew for a fact that the woman claiming herself to be Chessa was indeed Serina. She may have mysteriously disappeared going on two years ago now but why would she claim to be someone else other than who she was?

"Serina? Is that her real name?" the woman named Joslin asked them. "What do you mean 'real name'?" asked Gawain. Joslin looked at "Chessa", who looked back to her. "Maybe they know something about it, Chessa." Joslin said quietly. Chessa sighed and then nodded.

Joslin looked back at the Knights and then began.

"About a year ago my brother was in the forest close to our village looking for some herbs and food when he found Chessa unconscious on the ground with her horse close by. He brought her and her horse back to our home for us to treat. That's what we did in our village, sell herbs and treat who we could.

She looked terrible. He would have passed her off as dead if he hadn't checked her first. Her dress was torn and filthy, she looked as if she had maybe been beaten badly. She had old and fresh wounds and bruises all over her body. She had a terrible fever along with some very nasty cuts and a very bad wound on her head, as if she had been hit with something.

She was out for a week before she finally regained consciousness. Only she didn't know who she was, where she came from, or even what had happened to her. I had thought it strange until the village elder told us that she had heard of some people being hurt very badly and forgetting everything from before the accident.

She didn't even recognize her own horse. We didn't know anything about her and so we assumed that if she was missing and someone was looking for her that she would be found. We went to a few of the surrounding villages but they said that none of their young women were missing and so after a few months, we gave up and took her she had lived with my brother and I until the attack on the village." Joslin said to them all.

"You said she has been with you for the last year?" Gawain asked Joslin. "Yes. May I ask how you know my friend? I assume that she was here for a time for you call her by another name and you also know the name of her beast of a horse." Joslin asked.

Serina smirked. "Be careful to not let Kalo hear you say that, Joslin. You might hurt his feelings and he may step on that pretty foot of yours again." Serina said looking at her friend with a half smile. "Serina grew up here." Lancelot said from his spot at the table. That statement brought Serina's head around.

"Here? At Hadrian's Wall? Truely?" Joslin asked amazed. "She was born here. Grew up always in our way and under foot. That man there is her uncle. Only blood family she has left." Lancelot said in answer to the pretty blonde's questions.

Arthur looked at Serina and Joslin and then spoke. "Ladies, the hour is quite late and you must be tired after your ride. I will have Jols walk you to your room for the night and we can give you more permanent lodging tomorrow if you wish to stay here at the Wall." Arthur said. "We would like very much to stay at Hadrian's Wall, my lord, as we have nowhere else to go." Joslin spoke and they both bowed.

"Jols." Arthur said signaling Jols to exit the room with their guests. The room was very quiet for a short while after the door closed behind Jols. "A year. She's been missing for a little over two years now she has been no more than a fortnight's ride away for a year." Galahad was the first to speak.

"And she has no idea who she is or where she came from, other than a damn market village attacked by Woads." Bors said taking a large drink of wine. "How does something like that even happen? Some kind of black magic or something?" Bors asked again to no one in particular.

"No. I've heard of this before. The person always suffered some kind of injury to their head and would pass out and when they awoke they had lost their memories. Sometimes it was something small like how it happened and sometimes is was severe like not even knowing their name or where they came from." Dagonet said to everyone. "And did they get their memory back?" Arthur asked looking at the large man.

"Sometimes. Some would get their memories back after a few days, some longer than that. And some never remembered anything at all." he said. The room became very quiet.

"Arthur, we can't allow her to leave. We all took her lose hard and it was difficult to get over our grief of her. But to have finally gotten over that grief only to know that she is alive and not here for us to protect and watch over? It would drive us all to distraction and then that distraction would get us killed." Lancelot said, hoping her spoke for all of the men and not just him and maybe Tristan.

Over the course of the last two years Tristan had become the hardened killer he remembered from his youth, before Serina had somehow cast a lovers spell over the scout. Arthur pushed himself up from the table.

"I don't think we have to worry about them leaving. They said so themselves, they have nowhere else to go. I will send a few servants over to Serina's old home and get it cleaned up and she can move back into it. If I remember correctly, Serina's home has only one room so I will find something close for her friend since they are all they know here." Arthur said looking at his Knights.

"I will speak with them again in the morning. If they are going to stay at the Wall they will have to work to live." Arthur said taking a long drink from his cup of wine. "Well she can't go back to the tavern. We don't even know if that girl is the same woman we used to know. The Serina we knew was a little hellcat on two legs when she lived here. That girl might be as jumpy as pigs on slaughterin' day." Bors said pointing in the direction the two women had just went.

"Maybe the would be good at the healing rooms or the apothecary." Dagonet said causing most of the eyes in the room to look in his direction.

"Her friend said that before the Woad attack that they made and sold medicines and such and sometimes treated people. If it's what they know best then maybe that will suit them. And it will keep them out of trouble if this Serina is anything like the one we knew then she is likely to get into any kind of trouble around." he continued so the others would see his point.

"Perhaps you are right Dagonet." Arthur said taking one last drink from his cup to empty it. After the shock they had all just suffered, he felt he was in need of more wine. "Alright men, you're dismissed. We will speak more tomorrow after I have had the women settled in and taken care of." Arthur said getting up and leaving the room.

The Knights were all in desperate need of a strong drink after the shock of discovering Serina not only alive and well and back at the Wall but also because she had no idea not only who she really was, but who they were to her and her to them. They had been together and had a strong friendship that had been built over a span of eleven years.

And all of that had been erased all because of a simple blow to the head.

Joslin and Serina were shown to a small, slightly dusty room by the man named Jols, who was apparently her blood uncle. He had apologized at the condition of the room and there only being one bed but after being reassured that they had no problem sharing the bed for the night, the slightly shaky and pale man left.

Serina sat on the bed, which was quite comfy and bigger than her old bed, and looked around the room to see if anything might be familiar to her but nothing came to her.

"So." Joslin said from by the fire as she removed her dusty cloak.

"So?" Serina replied waited for whatever the blonde woman had to say.

"So you knew the Knights? Grew up with them if the dark, handsome one is to be believed." she said finally getting to her point.

"I suppose. Although looking at them didn't bring anything back." Serina said avoiding her friends eyes now. "Is that so? If seeing them didn't bring anything back, then why were you so surprised to see them after getting a look at them?" Joslin asked getting settled on her side of the bed. Serina looked at her a little surprised that she even noticed.

"I've known you for a year, Chessa. Although I guess your real name is Serina. I will have to get used to that. Although you do look more like a Serina than a Chessa." Joslin said getting distracted from the topic as she was one to do.

"And why exactly does the name Serina suit me more?" she asked as she stood and removed her cloak so she could also get into bed for the night. "I don't know. Anyway..." Joslin said. Serina then rolled her eyes knowing that Joslin was getting back onto their original topic.

"As I was saying. I've known you for a year. I know when you are surprised and you were definetly surprised when she walked into that room. Why?" Joslin asked, having some idea but wanting Chessa, or rather Serina to finally admit it. But the response she was looking for never came. Sighing, Joslin answered.

"It's because of your dreams, isn't it?" she asked her friend. Serina whipped her head up so quickly that her loose hair hit Joslin in the face. "How do you know about the dreams?" she asked, eyes wide.

"You don't sleep as soundly as you think, dear. What did you feel when you seen them?" Joslin asked wanting to know what she felt when she had looked at the Knight she had called out for so often in not only her dreams, but her nightmares as well.

"I felt she same for all of them when I looked at them. Except for the last two." she finally admitted in a low voice, not looking at her friend but picking at the blanket.

"What did you feel when you looked at Lancelot?" Joslin asked. After a few minutes of silence, Serina finally answered. "I've seen him in my dreams before. It was never anything bad or overly loving. I never thought much as to his looks in my dreams until I seen him. When I looked at him sitting at that table, I thought he looked like an dark angel fallen from Arthur's heaven." she said. It was a few seconds before she looked at Joslin, realizing what she had said.

"Anyway, in my dreams he is always flirting with me and pulling me into his lap, but he always lets me get up and walk away from him. I think we were close friends, maybe." Serina said gazing at the wall behind Joslin.

"And the other Knight? Tristan?" Joslin whispered. "I think that maybe there was something between us before. I've dreamt of him the most. Of kissing him. Of seeing his face and feeling overly happy and maybe something else. I've dreamt of us in a room together, maybe a house or something, yelling at each other but I don't know what it was about. Whatever it was about made me very sad and hurt. I've dreamt of working in a very crowded place and looking for him in the crowd. I've dreamt of him alot. And when I seen him tonight, I felt relieved for some reason but I also felt a strange pressure in my chest." Serina said finally laying down.

When Serina laid down she did something that she hadn't done in a long time since Joslin had known her. She curled herself tightly into Joslin's side, feeling lost and not knowing how to respond to the feeling.

And Joslin was afraid that it might only get worse the longer they stayed at the Wall.