THEY were running towards the mill. Chaos all around them, the Red Paladins were attacking. Guinevere heard screams, so many screams of despair. She turned around, seeing her brother groaning in pain.

Guinevere screamed, running back to Tristan. She could hear Amelie yelling after her.

"Tristan!" she helped him up, Tristan was shot in his right leg. "Come on, let's go." she was struggling to get in the mill, her brother could barely walk, she was stumbling over her dress and the blood-thirsty paladins were on her tail.

"Come one, Bergerum!" it was Gawain speaking.

"I'm bloody busy!" he responded.

"Bergerum!"

Guinevere had enough, with the strenght she had left, the enchantress made the paladins behind her fly and fall on the ground.

"Ad mittent."

That gave her time to get closer to the mill. She wanted to do the same for Bergrum, but when Guinevere turned to look at him he was lying on the ground, maybe dead.

She and Tristan entered the building, she placed her brother on the floor, taking a deep breath to recover.

"Is he alright?" asked Amelie.

"I hope so."

"Is he breathing?" asked Gawain, caughting her attention. Guinevere walked closer to Arthur and The Green Knight, looking at the field.

"I don't know."

"How many are there?"

"A dozen on the field." chaimed in Guinevere "Probably twice that in the woods."

"What's downstairs?" asked Gawain.

"Food storage. A hatch to outside." answered someone.

"We can use it." said Guinevere and Gawain noded.

"Put a sword by that hatch and get the wounded downstairs."

"We can't stay here." added Arthur.

"Well we can't reach the bloody horses, so I suggest you grab a bow and take out as many as you can." Gawain said, annoyed. Guinevere glanced at Tristan, he was in pain, but tried to hide it.

"I can help!" said Tristan.

"You are hurt. Rest. We need you alive." replied Gawain. Tristan protested one more time, but he was ignored once again.

"Come on, quickly, carefully." said a man.

Guinevere walked downstairs, holding her brother's arm for support. There was nothing she could do to help Arthur and Gawain, the Paladins were too far for her to use magic on them.

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"How is he?" asked Gawain, reffering to Tristan.

"Yeah, he'll live." said a man.

"Away. All of you. Are you healers?" they stood silent and the women contiuned "Well I am. Step aside, girl." she told Guinevere, who was trying to clean her brother's wound. Guinevere stood up, leaving the healer do her thing.

They all heard a bang and Guinevere jumped a little. Turns out Squirrel stormed into the mill.

"Boy, why am I looking at your face?" asked Gawain, annoyed.

"I am here to rescue you."

"I ordered you to stay at camp."

"Today I shall kill Paladins, my lord." Guinevere always adimired how Squirrel was willing to fight at all times for those he loved.

"Stay down here and out of trouble." Gawain said and then turned to Guinevere "Watch him and plug that damn hole."

"Come here, Squirrel." she said.

"Tristan!" said the little boy as he watched the man's leg.

"I'll be fine, little knight."

Guinevere was helping with everything she could. Angry shouting and bangs could be heard from upstairs.

"What's happening?" asked Amelie.

"I don't know." said Guinevere, turning to face the others "Stay here, all of you. I'm seeing what's there."

"If you try to stop me again" it was Gawain, he and Arthur were having a heated argument. Guinevere rushed and stepped between the two men, trying to keep them apart. "I will kill you."

"So what now, Green Knight?" asked a voice from outside, Guinevere recognised that voice, it had to be him. She left Gawain and Arthur, looking outside from a window. She was right, that was the Weeping Monk.

"Shall we untwist his stomach?" Guinevere watched how Bergerum was groaning in pain, how could he do that? When they last met she felt some kind of regret for him, no more, now she just wanted to spit him.

"Yes? Is that a yes?" Bergerum is suffering, Guinevere couldn't just stand and watch. They were far, but she had to try to use her power.

"Volant." nothing happened, they were too far. The girl tried again, concentrating more this time.

"Volant!" the blade flew from the Monk's hand, landing a few steps away. He went to get it, leaving Bergerum.

The Weeping Monk was confused.    Who did that? Could it be Guinevere? "Take him."

Guinevere turned away, seeing Gawain going outside. Arthur was behind him, holding a bow.

"Arthur what..." he shot an arrow right through Bergerum. Guinevere gasped.

"What have you done?" asked Gawain angryly.

"What had to be done. Honor Bergerum by saving lives, not wasting them." Guinevere agreed a little with Arthur, but that was still cruel.

The Red Paladins were shooting burning arrows at them. Gawain, Arthur, Guinevere and some other people there tried to stop them, but they were too many. The Green Knight was watching her use magic, could be true what he heard today? Could Guinevere be a witch?

"How many more of these arrows do you think they have?"

"As many as oil and cloth make." said Gawain "We'll burn before the sun sets."

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Time passed, the mill was on fire, in spite of Guinevere's attepts to shield the building.

"They have both entrances covered." she said.

"If we go out as a group, they'll kill us like cows."

"So? They'll either kill us on the battlefiled, or we'll burn alive." added Guinevere.

"You're right." Gawain said. "Prepare to guide them from the mill."

"Where are you going?"

"I am the prize that they seek. The prize that distracts them long enough, gives you a minute to jump on them."

"No, sir, that's not the plan. No, sir." Squirrel told Gawain.

"My one regret in leaving this life is that I shall not be able to beat your hide for disobedience as you deserve." Gawain said and Guinevere smiled.

"Please, Green Knight." he pleaded.

"Bergerum's gone, Tristan is hurt. I need a second. Someone brave and fast. Can you lead these fey back to the camp?"

"Aye, Green Knight."

"Good boy." he said to Squirrel and then turned to Guinevere. "Take care of them, Guin."

"Take care of you, Gawain." he smiled at her.

"I'm going with you." Arthur said "Tristan is hurt, he can't fight."

"I am fine!" said Tristan, trying to get up, only to fall back. "I still can fight." he was stubborn and wanted to help.

"See? You are a damn good swordsman, but you have a back too." Arthur continued "Go there unprotected, they'll kill you or capture you too quickly and all here will die."

Gawain didn't like that, but he gave in, Arthur was right.

"Wait! Before we do this, I must know. Do you love her?" asked Arthur.

"What?"

"Nimue. Do you?" Guinevere smiled at this, Arthur was jelous.

"We'll be dead in six minutes." Gawain began, but he was interrupted by Guinevere.

"You'll survive."

"Why do you care?" he continued.

"I want to know if I'm fighting with a rival or a brother. After all that we..." he sighs.

"If I did, you would not block my path."

"Answer the question." said Arthur.

"When I left she was a small girl. She is a little sister to me. If we survive-"

"We won't."

"You will." Guinevere chaimed in, once again.

"You can marry her twice for all I care." said Gawain.

"Then we die as brothers."

Guinevere watched them leave, she took a deep breath and spoke to the people there. She was scared, her chest felt heavy, but she needed to show confidence to give hope to her people.

"Alright, we are leaving. Everybody form a line. Keep your loved ones close,we follow Squirrel back." Guinevere watched them getting out of the mill, it was just her, Tristan and Amelie left.

"Guin, I am not letting you here." she said.

"Leave, Amelie. I'll be fine, I'm waiting for everybody to go." the fey women sighs, following the others.

"Come on, brother." Guinevere said, helping Tristan up. The siblings left the mill, struggling to run. The girl had a hard time holding her brother, he was heavy. She tried to run faster, as she heard screams from the battlefiled.

Smoke appeared out of nowhere, clouding her surroundings. It was chaos, fey screaming, paladins yelling. Tristan tried to run faster, but the pain in his leg was making his whole body weak. A Red Paladin was chasing them, a sword in his hands, ready to end their lives.

Guinevere noticed that, she dropped Tristan accidently, causing him to fall on the ground. The Red Paladin tried to hit her, but luckly he missed. The girl raised her hand imediatly.

"Ad-" she didn't got the chance to finish her spell, as someone grabbed her waist, pulling her back. That person killed the paladin by stabbing his sword in the man's neck. Guinevere moved her head to see who did that. The Weeping Monk.

Now she was confused. Guinevere watched him torture Bergerum with no hesitation, but he saved her. He killed one of his brothers to save her. What the fuck. The Weeping Monk was as surprised as she was. Why had he done it? The Weeping Monk couldn't watch Guinevere get murdered, it was like he was no longer the one in charge of his mind.

Tristan watched the scene amazed. He met the Weeping Monk once, they had a fight, he was wild and cruel, but he saved his sister. Was there something Guinevere hasn't told him? What was all of that?

Guinevere and The Weeping Monk were sitting close to each other. Her back pressed against his chest and his hand around her waist. Their faces were inches apart, she got to see his features again. His face was stained by blood and his weeping blue eyes were watching her with curiosity.

The Weeping Monk was also studying Guinevere. He found himself staring at her. Her eyes were rather green today, her body was radiating warmth. He needs to stop. He is a monk, he needs to stop all these feelings. Since their last meeting, The Weeping Monk couldn't get Guinevere out of his head. Her words were still echoing in his head, he was losing his connection to God because of her.

The Weeping Monk pushed Guinevere away, he has to get her out of his head. The girl lost balance, almost falling. She hurried to help her brother up.

"Guinevere! Tristan!"

She helped her brother up, both struggling to run towards Gawain and the others. Guinevere looked back a few times. He saved her life. Again.