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Living a Lie	By : kittykat26 Category: G through L > King Arthur Views: 4064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own King Arthur, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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(A/N: First, I would like to apologize if there was any inconvenience to anyone. And if I offended any readers or fellow writers. So I have decided to re-write most of this story, change a fair amount of things and I even managed to get a script! Finally! So anyway, please accept my apology. Review please!)

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Prologue

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Within every myth, there lies truth. There also lies forgetfulness. Embellishments picked up over years of foretelling. The myth of King Arthur and his knights was thoroughly truthful. When I mean thoroughly, I mean that a small portion of the tale was false. And from my point of perspective, it was a very important portion that had been falsely told.
As the battle raged, many lives were taken. Souls were poured from the lifeless bodies like rain from the sky. The good and the evil were released that day. Some were taken too soon, for they were still to fulfil their destiny�s.

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They say the eyes are the windows to your soul. Windows? Perhaps they are right.
I was also told, as you take your final breath, your life flashes before your eyes.
What if you can only recall what happened in the last year or so? Is that a life?
I blinked hard, as I was thrown down onto the ground. I couldn�t hear. The light blue body paint and tattoo�s on my body were now covered in mud and blood.
I spat out a back tooth and laid there dazed.
I could recall everything that happened in that twenty-one months. Every tear. Every smile. Every feeling.
I pulled myself up, trying hard to ignore the pains in my body. I gasped as a harsh and dreadful feeling shot through my arm and shoulder.
He laughed. �You haven�t changed at all.� I glared at him.
�Still a worthless whore, aren�t you?!�

I pushed my shoulder back and groaned as I heard it click back into place. I picked up my sword, that a close friend named Jols had made for me. It had lost its glisten. Now only blood shone on it.
�You�d be surprised.� I hissed before attacking him. He dodged and hit me across the face with his shield. I winced in pain and fell to the ground. Everything became a mix of colours.
I guess they were right. Your life really does flash before your eyes.

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She slowly opened her eyes. Her head was pounding and even though her eyes were open, she couldn�t see anything. Someone was dabbing a wet cloth on her forehead. They began to slowly chant in a calm and soothing voice. She closed her eyes again and nothing changed. Slowly her mind fell into darkness again.
She tossed and turned. Images flew through her mind. Blood, death, fire, screaming, the lifeless corpses with glazed over eyes. Her eyes flung open, and what she expected to be blinding light, was a dimly lit darkness. She slowly turned her head and saw that someone was in the room.
He was an elderly man, who lifted his hand and placed it upon her forehead and spoke gently, �Child, Your fever has left you.�
She felt no fear from this man. He wore the warm, fur hides of animals and held a staff. His dark eyes held wisdom and history.
�Where am I?� She managed to choke out.
The elderly man handed her a bowl of water to drink from. �You were found in my land, by the far north. Unconscious and with fever,� he watched as she sat up and put her hands to her head and took several deep breathes. She gasped as she saw the marks on her legs. Faint bruises on her thighs and hips.
�You are still in my land. My people have tended to your wounds.�
She turned to look at him again. �Who are you?�
The elderly man smiled, �I am Merlin, leader of the Woads.� She turned her head away and scanned her mind for any recognition. Nothing.
�And, who am I?�
Merlin sighed, and looked deep in thought. Moments passed before he answered, �Child, when we found you, your wounds were so great that it took nine weeks for you to regain your full consciousness. For those nine weeks, we tended to your wounds until your fever broke only days ago.�
Her head fell and she gazed at her hands. �So you have no idea who I am? Just as I have no clue as to who I am?�
He nodded to her question.
Her mind was pounding now, �Am I from Woad origin?� Merlin stood from his place to the left and lifted a mirror to her face. She now looked at the face that belonged to her. Golden tanned skin, high cheek bones, full pink lips and youthful brown eyes. She looked no older than maybe mind-twenties. Her hair was a red-brown, straight, but long; Almost past her waist.
She looked up as men and women walked past the small tent she had been accustomed to for nine weeks. They were tall, slender and muscle built. Light skin and bright eyes.
�I am not a Woad,� she whispered and looked to Merlin, �I look nothing of your people.�
He nodded, �Yes, I have noticed. Something else I have noticed is the marking on the inside of your right wrist.� She lifted her wrist and noticed the wolf paw print.

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I stepped out of the tent aatchatched as numerous Woads readied for a surprise attack on their enemies. I wasn�t sure who their enemies were, but they prepared quickly and seemed to carry out as many weapons as they could. They moved swiftly like they were apart of the ice covered forest.
�You must be the warrior,� I turned to see a young woman by a table. She had long almost black hair that fell into long waves down her back.
�Perhaps�, I murmured.
Her dark eyes bore into my own. �How are you feeling?� She asked as she began to gathered arrows into a sheath.

I let my eyes fall to the ground, �It seems that nine weeks of sleep has done me good.�
She chuckled, �Well, after the injuries you received, its understandable.� I leaned against a post and watched as she gathered and examined different weapons.
�Have you ever held a weapon before?� She asked after a few moments passed.
I walked to the table and looked at the different blades, bows, cross bows, axes, mace�s, arrows and many more.
�I�m not sure. I can�t remember anything�, I replied as I fingered a knife almost the same size as my arm. She sighed and picked up a knife, a sword, bow and arrows, mace and a whip.
�Follow me.� She ordered and I followed her down a path and to a small clearing not too far off. On one side of the clearing were targets.
�Watch.� She lifted the bow and an arrow. Pulling it back and aiming, she let go and struck the middle. �Now you try.�
I took the bow from her hands and lifted an arrow from the ground. Placing the arrow in place and pulling it back, I aimed. I let go and the arrow flew and struck the target, only just off the one in the centre.
�My name is Guinevere.� She introduced herself. Stepped towards the target, she pulled her arrow free before pulling mine.

I looked down at the other weapons sprawled out on the ground. My curiosity got the better of me as I picked up the whip. I wrapped my cold fingers around the hilt then flung it forward at my arrow. Guinevere jumped as a loud crack whistled through the silent forest.
She looked to what remained of my arrow. It had split and hung ly byy by the point. She wretched it free from the target and looked at me with an amused face.
�It looks as if you have used a weapon before, be it not a sword or knife, but a whip.�
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