Summary: All of her life, Eracura has been fighting against her enemies to defend her land, and her people, clinging to a hope that one day, her people's conviction would prevail over the onslaughts of evil men further threatening their freedom than the Romans. Then, a fateful meeting in the forest brings Woad and Knight together, an unlikely alliance to turn the tide in battle to protect a home too long known and loved by both to forsake, where through friendship and in battle, Eracura will discover love, passion, freedom, and ultimately, herself.

Disclaimer: nothing you recognize belongs to me.

Author's Note: this is my first King Arthur fanfiction; the movie is my favorite, and I have been attempting to write a fanfiction for it since I first saw it, and it was never satisfactory. I am trying my very best to stay true to all characters' personalities, and I would greatly appreciate assistance, reviews and constructive criticism. Also, some of the information, such as cities, has been provided me by a book I am reading, called The Skystone. If you are really interested in Arthurian legend, I suggest you read this novel. It is a series called A Dream of Eagles, and The Skystone is the first. It is a slow read, but very interesting and one hundred percent worth it. Jack Whyte has also written other books, which all revolve around Arthurian legend.

My story begins approximately two years, maybe less, before the movie takes place, and if I continue to write well, it will continue until after the movie. Thank you.

Now, on with the story! Enjoy!

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Extraho: Quattuor Centum Annus Bellum

In the early years of the Roman inhabitation of Britain, little was actually known of the Woads in the woodlands, or if they even truly existed. It was whispered among the Roman soldiers – mighty Legate and lowly Principale alike – that to lay eyes upon a blue demon of the mist condemned the beholder to almost certain death. And, it usually did, for the men spared by the Woads were few and far between.

Many trials were faced by the Romans at the hands of the Woads, and through the years, the Woads became no longer ghosts, but a bitter rival of the Roman Empire that was very real and much feared, though rare was the day when a Roman soldier could admit to it.

Gradually, the daring of the Roman Auxiliary increased, and their force became inexorable, driving the Woads further and further north, at which point the inexhaustible arrogance of the Romans caused them to believe that the fury of the Woad warriors could be contained by an eighty-mile wall that came to be known as Hadrian's. It separated the north and the south, Cambria and Caledonia, controlled by Woads and Romans, respectively.

Nothing, whatsoever unfortunately, dissuaded Roman soldiers from hunting Woads in the north as well, and so, eventually, the Woads were forced to adapt grudgingly to their new way of life – or be killed.

And so it was, for almost four hundred years.