Disclaimer: I don't own the movie King Arthur, the characters or the actors. Though I wouldn't mind if someone gave me Tristan. The only things I do own at the moment are Kaleigh and these tasty cookies I'm eating.

The lone rider crested the hill, stopping just inside the tree line. Deep blue eyes gazed down into the small valley and caught sight of a carriage, escorted by what looked to be Roman guards. Seeing nothing of particular interest the gaze moved on. Seven figures stood at the top of a hill across the valley. Their attention seemed to be trained on the carriage below them. The piercing blue gaze paused on these men, Could they be-?

A sudden shout from below drew the gaze back to the caravan. Men seemed to be materializing from the forest. Woads. War shouts could be heard coming from the blue painted men as they attacked the unprepared Romans. A quick gaze to where the seven figures had once stood showed them galloping headlong toward the battle. And knights? The men drew their swords, as they grew closer to the battle. An arrow flashed toward the one in the lead but as if by magic it missed him. As the group of men reached the Woads the sound of clashing swords and death screams echoed up the valley to the trees where the figure stood concealed. The large black stallion the figure sat upon moved restlessly and a calming word was spoken to cease his movement. One of the knights, a bald one, jumped from his horse and tackled three men into a stream. Another knight, this one with long pale hair, went to the carriage and peered in on its occupants before stabbing a Woad that had snuck up behind him. A dark haired knight soon joined him and they fought and killed side by side.

The rider watched the events unfold; fighting the urge to go assist the knights even though help was apparently not needed. The blue eyes caught sight of a knight with two swords and watched as he beheaded a man. The figure could not helping cringing at the blood that flew everywhere as the head rolled away from the body. A shout sounded and a bald knight, shorter than the previous one, stood on the bank of the stream, yelling at some of the men he had just killed. A figure on horseback flashed by him and the rider reined his horse to a stop as blue men surrounded him. He dismounted from the powerful looking dapple-gray stallion and withdrew his strangely curved sword. The lone figure admired the weapon as the knight waited for the Woads to make the first move. The first Woad dove at him and the knight turned aside, sword slashing across the attackers chest as he passed. The others approached more cautiously. The knight took each Woad in turn, and with movements that were fluid and well practiced he quickly killed them all. He sheathed his sword and stood for a moment, dark hair falling in his face. He turned his head and the lone figure followed his gaze, stopping at the stream bank where the leader of the charge stood with his sword to the throat of the apparently last living Woad. The leader looked up at the forest and then back at the man kneeling in front of him. Withdrawing his sword he turned to the carriage, where several of the knights had gathered, not once glancing back at the spared man who melted back into the trees. The leader turned from the carriage and addressed one of the remaining Roman guards who dismounted and entered the carriage as a dead body was removed. A Roman horse whinnied loudly and the lone rider vibrated as the black stallion answered back. Quick hands tugged on the reins and silenced him while curious eyes looked to see if they had been noticed. The knight with the curved blade looked in their direction but was distracted by one of his friends shouting at him, beckoning him to get ready to leave. He walked to his horse and mounted. The lone figure moved forward several strides into sight. They locked gazes before he turned and rode after his friends.

Red, plush lips smiled as the wind blew back the dark hood of the figures cloak, revealing long brown hair. The hair snaked its way around the tanned skin, tickling the beautiful face. Delicate but strong fingers moved down to pat the sleek neck of the stallion.

"Well Valdeer, it appears we have at long last found Artorius Castus and his Sarmatian knights. I wonder who that knight that saw us was. His skill was far to precise to be Lancelot." She paused, thinking about how Lancelot had always allowed his emotions and adrenaline to affect him when he was playing with the others when they were both young. He also never seemed like he could be that calm, that methodical, when dealing out death. He had always been more compassionate than that, especially with her. "You don't think he could have changed that much do you Valdeer?" the horse flicked his ears back seeming to listen to every word the slender woman said. "That man does intrigue me." She mused, "He had such great skill, and his sword, an unusual shape." She imagined it had more effect when pulled out then put in. Her right hand moved down to her waist and fingered the hilt of the sword on her hip. "I think I might like to meet that knight and the others. What do you say Valdeer? Shall we follow them back to their town and see if Lancelot is indeed still alive after these fifteen years?" The horse bobbed his head energetically causing her to laugh, "I though you might say that." She held the horse back a moment longer as apprehension filled her, "Do you think he'll know me? Will he think I'm just a silly little nuisance and wish that I hadn't come?" she whispered, wishing not for the first time that she were a man. Then she could have become a knight as well, instead of sitting at home waiting for all her brave kinsman to come back. She sighed and shoved aside her timidity, "We've come to far to go back now." She loosened the reins slightly and the horse took full advantage, taking off at a ground-covering canter. "Let's go find big brother."

Hmmm… who is this girl and what effect will she have on these knights' futures, especially a certain someone's.

This is the first fanfic I've ever written and I would really appreciate it if you guys told me what you thought. I have more ready to post, but don't know if I'll continue it if I don't get much of a response. And remember responses can be good or bad. Just respond.