Camelot.
Thunder rumbled as lightening blinded the hall. The cold winds laid waste to most candles. Nothing was left but silence after it fell.
“How…” I could only say as my eyes thinned as I looked at the sinner.
I stood up instantly, knocking my chair back, drawing my sword from its scabbard.
I almost thrust myself at Lancelot, blade in hand, blood burning in fury.
I stopped, as two Knights held me back.
“Throw down your arms, brother!” They shouted. I could barely hear them, and barely understood them either.
I grit my teeth, as I shouted in bloody murder, “He betrayed the King’s honor! Lancelot! How could you?!”
Lancelot’s weapons lay away, but his hands did not even reach for them, as he lowered his head in shame.
I didn’t notice who held me back, on second look, it was Sir Galahad. I spat in fury, “Sir Galahad! How could you hold me back?! Our loyalty as ones of Camelot-our honor as men, our pride as Knights of the round table is tossed away by this…betrayer!”
“Remember the Code of honor, brother.” His voice shook. I paused, before turning to King Arthur. His expression was beyond me. It was something…otherworldly. “Never quarrel in fury.”
“How could the code neglect the honor of our king, Galahad? You are known for your chastity, how may you silence your mouth?!” I shouted. “What force in Hell has your sword sheathed?!”
“I am a Knight, and I stand by what I swore,” his voice came. I looked deep into his eyes, before he said, “Lancelot will be judged, but-“
“Justice must be done!” I shouted, not feeling tears roll down my eyes. How could he do this? I trusted…we all… my love and admiration to Sir Lancelot, our champion flipped into nothing but dark intentions. Unlike always, though, I did not silence it.
Yes…darkness can be useful at times. The round table was dark from the lack of light. The cloudy sky rumbled with thunder. This was a trial…we are the actors…
But unlike the others, shackled down with the code, I will not fall silent.
“If none approve of my rage,” I said, my voice descending to a mere whisper as I threw aside my sword. “I cast myself an exile from this order.”
The Knights shook, even Lancelot lifted his head to my eyes, only to recoil from my burning gaze.
“King Arthur, I pledged myself loyalty to you for evermore, I do not announce treason,” I said. “But I will not be shackled for containing my rage at this treason which is not only against our nation, but at you.” I turned to him, and wiped away the burning tears on my face.
“You may not feel the rage you rightfully should, but I do,” I spoke again, voice shaking, lifting myself to my full height, tossing Galahad’s hand aside. “I bear on my shoulders the sin that is necessary, Knights of the Round Table. I hold in myself the fury you all hide behind your names and hopes. If you ascend to Avalon, Lancelot, I may not see you there, but if I do, I promise you…I will not leave your soul in peace for what you have done.”
The words I spoke reeked of darkness and malice, no doubt, but none shuddered.
“I will leave you all to your ‘duties’,” I said lastly. “I will live on my life in my self-imposed exile, my king, my brothers…and Lancelot,” I said harshly, separating him away from the Knights.
“I give away my lands to those who wish for it, and I unshackle all the servants that assisted me, I have no name from today in this hall, nor do I want for one.”
“Brother,” Galahad gasped, reaching out for my shoulder. Grasping it, he pulled me back, saying, “Why do you leave for this matter? Will you not serve our king no longer?”
“There are ways to serve the King, Sir Galahad,” I said calmly, not turning. Thunder shook the hall, as lightening blast through the windows. “But the path I walked, I now abandon.”
I shrugged off his hand, as I stepped away from the hall I adored as a child, aspired to as an adult…wished for once I heard the callings."
PWND.
Man, I feel a lot better.
Anyway...
What was I talking about?
...xD Nevermind
I always say Anyway...it's getting boring.
“How…” I could only say as my eyes thinned as I looked at the sinner.
I stood up instantly, knocking my chair back, drawing my sword from its scabbard.
I almost thrust myself at Lancelot, blade in hand, blood burning in fury.
I stopped, as two Knights held me back.
“Throw down your arms, brother!” They shouted. I could barely hear them, and barely understood them either.
I grit my teeth, as I shouted in bloody murder, “He betrayed the King’s honor! Lancelot! How could you?!”
Lancelot’s weapons lay away, but his hands did not even reach for them, as he lowered his head in shame.
I didn’t notice who held me back, on second look, it was Sir Galahad. I spat in fury, “Sir Galahad! How could you hold me back?! Our loyalty as ones of Camelot-our honor as men, our pride as Knights of the round table is tossed away by this…betrayer!”
“Remember the Code of honor, brother.” His voice shook. I paused, before turning to King Arthur. His expression was beyond me. It was something…otherworldly. “Never quarrel in fury.”
“How could the code neglect the honor of our king, Galahad? You are known for your chastity, how may you silence your mouth?!” I shouted. “What force in Hell has your sword sheathed?!”
“I am a Knight, and I stand by what I swore,” his voice came. I looked deep into his eyes, before he said, “Lancelot will be judged, but-“
“Justice must be done!” I shouted, not feeling tears roll down my eyes. How could he do this? I trusted…we all… my love and admiration to Sir Lancelot, our champion flipped into nothing but dark intentions. Unlike always, though, I did not silence it.
Yes…darkness can be useful at times. The round table was dark from the lack of light. The cloudy sky rumbled with thunder. This was a trial…we are the actors…
But unlike the others, shackled down with the code, I will not fall silent.
“If none approve of my rage,” I said, my voice descending to a mere whisper as I threw aside my sword. “I cast myself an exile from this order.”
The Knights shook, even Lancelot lifted his head to my eyes, only to recoil from my burning gaze.
“King Arthur, I pledged myself loyalty to you for evermore, I do not announce treason,” I said. “But I will not be shackled for containing my rage at this treason which is not only against our nation, but at you.” I turned to him, and wiped away the burning tears on my face.
“You may not feel the rage you rightfully should, but I do,” I spoke again, voice shaking, lifting myself to my full height, tossing Galahad’s hand aside. “I bear on my shoulders the sin that is necessary, Knights of the Round Table. I hold in myself the fury you all hide behind your names and hopes. If you ascend to Avalon, Lancelot, I may not see you there, but if I do, I promise you…I will not leave your soul in peace for what you have done.”
The words I spoke reeked of darkness and malice, no doubt, but none shuddered.
“I will leave you all to your ‘duties’,” I said lastly. “I will live on my life in my self-imposed exile, my king, my brothers…and Lancelot,” I said harshly, separating him away from the Knights.
“I give away my lands to those who wish for it, and I unshackle all the servants that assisted me, I have no name from today in this hall, nor do I want for one.”
“Brother,” Galahad gasped, reaching out for my shoulder. Grasping it, he pulled me back, saying, “Why do you leave for this matter? Will you not serve our king no longer?”
“There are ways to serve the King, Sir Galahad,” I said calmly, not turning. Thunder shook the hall, as lightening blast through the windows. “But the path I walked, I now abandon.”
I shrugged off his hand, as I stepped away from the hall I adored as a child, aspired to as an adult…wished for once I heard the callings."
PWND.
Man, I feel a lot better.
Anyway...
What was I talking about?
...xD Nevermind
I always say Anyway...it's getting boring.