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Welcome to the Official XWPVS Virtual Season 8.  We will present you with 22 episodes that I am sure you will enjoy.  We would also like to hear from you. You can write us at: theofficialxwpvs@hotmail.com

Now... On with the show.

The following episode written for the Xena Warrior Princess Virtual Season is a work of fiction based upon the television series Xena: Warrior Princess. The original characters are used strictly for fan purposes and NOT for profit. There is no intent to infringe upon or violate any copyrights held by Studio USA, Renaissance Pictures, Universal Television or any other organization that owns the rights to this series.

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Xena Warrior Princess Virtual Season Episode

806: Small Sacrifices

Teleplay by: Karen Lines

Written by: Karen Lines, Magenta and Macavity

Illustrated by: Gina, Kathy Austin, and Vio

Beta Read by: Talice and Macavity

Teaser ad by: Blitzgal




Wavelets lap the shore of a lake. A sand piper glides down the shoreline and abruptly changes course into a bush.

In the water, bubbles trail to the surface and burst the quiet day.

Xena breaks the surface heaving and gasping for breath. Gabrielle surfaces seconds later, her face etched with fatigue.

Xena grabs hold of her, and pulls her through the water. Their gear bags, attached to Gabrielle, float along the surface behind them.

Her feet find the sandy bottom. With the last of her strength she drags Gabrielle onto the beach.



Where do you think we are, Xena?


(surveying the area wiping water from her face)

I don't know Gabrielle, but I trust the guardian when he promised we'd be home soon. How are you doing?



Still winded, but I'll be fine. I'd be even better with a meal and three days of sleep.



I'm glad all this hasnít changed your appetite any.


Gabrielle takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.


(sniffing the air)

Do you smell smoke?



Yes I do. Youíre getting good at that.


Xena looks around and points at the forest edge. A billowing cloud of smoke rises into the morning sky.



Where there's smoke, thereís fire and where thereís fire, there's people.


... and where thereís people... there has to be a place we can warm up and get out of these wet clothes.


She smiles, her hand wringing out the bottom of her buckskin jacket. She adjusts the sword sheath on her back.

Gabrielle does like-wise and tugs on her clothes and gives a tired sigh.



Come on, letís go.


They pick up their packs and walk into the forest, toward the wafting smoke.




They make their way into the depths of the woods, through a maze of gnarled oaks and bramble thickets.

Xena stops and puts a fingers to her lips, and whispers to Gabrielle.



I don't want to surprise whomever it is. They could be dangerous.


The ground oozes beneath their feet. Xena looks down at her soggy boots.



Watch your footing.


Quietly Xena parts the branches for Gabrielle as they move through the woods. Muffled voices and light filters through the bush.

Gabrielle follows Xena to the edge of a clearing.

Xena peers from the shadows and sees two weary looking men sitting at a fire.

They are wearing traditional Celt clothing. Xena leans close to Gabrielle and whispers.



They look like Celts. We must be near Gaul or Britannia.


She scans the men for weapons and looks around the makeshift camp. Two horses are tied nearby and rough sleeping rolls are laid out on the ground.



Let's go.


In unison they walk from their hiding place. A collective gasp from the men halts them.

Xena holds out her hands and keeps them visible.

A husky young man rises and draws a sword from the folds of his cloak. Glaring at Xena, he brings the tip up and points it directly at her.



Who are you, and why do you risk death, wandering in the forest.



I'm Xena and this is my friend, Gabrielle. We...


Xena looks at her wet clothes and smiles.



Our boat sank in the lake. We could smell the smoke from a fire, and hoped we would find a place to dry off and get warm.


The man lowers his sword and points at his companion.



I'm Jules and this is Ceanard. Did you see any Romans in the forest?



No. Why are you hiding from the Romans?


Jules frowns and exaggerates his voice.



How could you not know? The rebellion? The Iceni defeat, two days ago?



Boudicea's people defeated? How can that be?



Can you take us to her. We were allies once, maybe we can help.


Jules lowers his head.



Our Queen is dead. Only her daughters survive. There is little you could do to help us now.


Xena holds her finger to her lips and points at Ceanard. She moves to the right of Gabrielle and casually bends down to tie her boot laces.



Two behind me and three behind you, lots more coming. Weíll take care of them, then we get out of here.


(whispers with a smirk)

So much for warming up and drying off...


Jules holds his sword firmly and gives Xena an acknowledging nod.

The soldiers crash out of the bushes and through the camp. Xena whirls around and kicks at the legs of a passing Roman, at the same time, unsheathing her sword.

He slams down onto his back and rolls over grasping at his knee.

Xena flips to land beside Gabrielle and absorbs the attack of the second Roman.

Her sword clangs as it counters the soldier's thrust.

Gabrielle turns to join the Iceni men fighting the three Romans. She high jumps, box kicking one Roman in his face, and sending him sprawling.

As she lands on her feet, she hears Xena call out.



Gabrielle, NO! Get the horses.


Xena lets one of the Romans get in close and tags him with the butt of her sword.

He staggers and she brings her blade down across his collarbone. His arm goes limp and the sword falls from his hand.

Xena looks over to Jules and Ceanard. They press their opponents back, with fierce swings and thrusts of their swords.

Ceanard enthusiastically cursing with every swing of his weapon as the two men back the Romans out of the camp.

With final thrusts, Jules and Ceanard sink their blades into the Romans, and the men slump to the ground.



Come on! Letís move out!


The young man nods, Jules smirks.

Gabrielle hands Jules a set of reins. Gabrielle brings the second horse over and Xena hops up and whisks Gabrielle up behind her.



Itís been a while since we rode double.



Don't worry I haven't forgotten how. Remember, I steer and you sit back there and bounce.



Yes, that's pretty much how I remember it too.


They gallop off, weaving and dodging branches as they plow through the soft ground.

The oak trees thin and the riders burst from the woods.

Jules leads the way across a field and up a hill on the other side.

They reach the crest and rein their horses up hard.

Gabrielle gasps.

Xena blinks as a breeze lifts a strand of hair across her eyes.

She brushes it away as she surveys the countryside.

Gabrielle sits quietly behind her, eyes fixed on the scene before them.

Jules and Ceanard wipe tears from their eyes.

The horses fuss and toss their heads.






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