✧･ﾟ:*When the sword is drawn from the stone, hope blooms within the rebellion.
But fates and destinies are fickle things and with the legend of the sword being fulfilled, another prophecy becomes set into motion.
Renly has been a part of the rebel...
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When Renly had first been brought to the caves by the rebels she had found on her roof she had been terrified.
It was to be expected when you woke up in a strange place after being hit over the head.
No one had expected it however when the small fourteen-year-old girl they had taken to make sure she did not ruin their plans, stole Bedeveres sword and started to duel Goosefat.
Nor did anybody expect her to almost beat him.
Renly always maintained that she would have won that fight had she not still been disoriented by the blow to the head she had received hours earlier.
They had to bind her hands and feet to keep her from attacking them as they tried to explain they meant her no harm.
To which she responded by throwing a pointed glare in Goosefats direction.
Bedevere did not know what had him take in the girl, perhaps it was that she was an orphan, perhaps it was the way she had fought Goosefat so expertly and helped them unlock the food storage only two weeks prior, or perhaps it was fate.
After all, he would, later on, learn that they had more in common than a deep hatred for Vortigern and his Blacklegs.
They both had dreams that spoke of the future.
Renly sat with the others around the table.
Arthur who had completely healed from the injuries he had sustained in the Darklands asked them for new ideas.
"Interrupt his trade of slaves."
Percy spoke up as he filled his cup with more water.
It was another one of Renly's plans that had yet to be executed.
"Excellent. How are we gonna do that?"
Arthur asked.
"We know their transportation routes."
Goosefat said looking pointedly over at Renly.
She smiled and gave an innocent shrug.
"Now we're warmin' up."
Arthur commended.
Freeing the kids was simple in theory.
Incapacitate the Blacklegs and get them away.
It was the transportation part that had them all drawing a blank.
"We would need a place to lay low. Then take travel in smaller groups, both by boats and on horseback."
