Ok, this is a really really quick update, and to thank all my lovely reviewers. hands out cookies toyou all

homeric- You're a gem, thanks for reminding me about the disclaimer. I'd forget my head if it wasn't attached to my body! Lol! Thanks for your review too, I felt very sorry for Bedievere too, these couples of chapters are going to be a little bit gloomy, but soon its going to get more happier for Galahad.

.biatch- Thanks, dear! Galahad it very sexy I think!

Lucilla- Yes, poor Bedievere. Thanks!

Eshlyn Kar- Yes poor Lancelot, but don't worry, he survived! Thanks I'm glad you like the story.

Right, thank you everyone else… I hope you enjoy your cookies! This is not my best chapter, but I just wanted to squeeze one in quickly today.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything to do with King Arthur.

(If I did I would surely be a millionaire living in some rich, hot island with all the Sarmatian Knights as my personal slaves. )

Chapter 5

My eyes finally started to close, after what seemed like an eternity of nothingness, but now I felt myself starting to drift off…

Fire. Blackness. People. That was all saw… Screaming. Wailing. Crying. That was all I could hear. Smoke. Blood. Death. That was all I could smell. I tried to run, but every time I took a step forward I was getting no where. I felt someone grabbing me by the leg and I yelled out for the Knights… Gawain. Arthur. Dagonet. Bors. Kay. Lancelot. And Bedievere. Risking, I took a look to who had my leg and I froze like a witch had put a spell on my own bones. Brenna. My sister.

"Galahad!" She screamed, her faced bloodied and dirty, her dress torn, "Galahad!" She screamed my name, over and over and the over and over once more. I stared at her. I moved to help her, but could not. A man with a long fair beard stalked over towards us, not taking a single glance my way. In his hand a crimson dripping sword . It lifted to the air, looming above Brenna. My eyes widened as the sword came down and my screams mingled with my sisters…

"NO!" I yelled out, sitting upright, breathing hard, my face dripping with sweat, my whole body shaking. Someone was at my side, Gawain probably, his hand was on my shoulder, patting it, trying to keep me calm.

"It was a dream, Galahad, only a dream." His words were comforting, but it was not Gawain's voice… it was accented. Tristan?

Reality seemed to snap back to me and all the knights were crowded round, confused and concerned looks on their faces. Gawain came and knelt by the side of me, shaking his head.

Something felt wrong though. My hand, it was empty. The horse was gone.

My eyes turned darker and I eyed each of the knights dangerously, growling, "Who stole it?"

Thanks, please review and tell me your thoughts on it and any good plots I could have in this story, I NEED IDEAS HELP!

Ranger xxx