01-24-2018, 10:56 AM
In the distance, there appeared another speck that stood clear against the blank nothingness. Beyond it, the knight took note of something her eyes hadn’t took to, before. Reprimanding herself for such a simple mistake, Artoria was forced to wonder whether it had been there before, to begin with.
Regardless, the knight continued her journey. It was honestly an odd experience, traveling clad in naught but gauntlets, greaves and a cape together with her helmet. There seemed to be little reason for the chest that held them to have been there to begin with, nor for the expectable next one to have appeared as soon as she continued her journey.
Her memories continued to flash back into existence as she saw the day Tristan, the Knight of Sorrow had walked out from her court. The words he had uttered that day, now burned bright in her mind.
“The King understands not of human heart.”
A hint of guilt, sown by the seeds of doubt took root in her heart for a moment, only to scorch within the flames of her will. If such was what Tristan felt, it left Artoria little option but to find the man and prove her worth. Mayhap it had been upon her, that… That what?
Artoria couldn’t recall as she walked.
With another step flashed back Lancelot’s madness. The King remembered. How Lancelot of the Lake had succumbed to madness for sleeping with the Queen. Of course, it was easy to see why, in retrospect. Much like she served out punishment whilst seated upon her throne, Lancelot had wanted a punishment of his own. Should she ever meet him, the King would deliver his punishment. Deliver him from the wicked deeds that gnawed at his soul.
The stream of memories ebbed and flowed, a vision of Gaheris and Gareth flashing by as the pair were cut down by Lancelot in his madness. Had Artoria punished Lancelot as he wished, the pair would still live today.
A memory of her step brother, Kay, caught the knight by surprise.
The man she’d always placed her utter faith in, had left her. But why? Artoria couldn’t understand. Of course, only a few of her knights remained by this point. Gawain, Bedivere… The rest of them lay dead or had simply abandoned her cause.
Stumbling into awareness, the King of Knights came to a hollow realization.
She stood before the next chest.
Regardless, the knight continued her journey. It was honestly an odd experience, traveling clad in naught but gauntlets, greaves and a cape together with her helmet. There seemed to be little reason for the chest that held them to have been there to begin with, nor for the expectable next one to have appeared as soon as she continued her journey.
Her memories continued to flash back into existence as she saw the day Tristan, the Knight of Sorrow had walked out from her court. The words he had uttered that day, now burned bright in her mind.
“The King understands not of human heart.”
A hint of guilt, sown by the seeds of doubt took root in her heart for a moment, only to scorch within the flames of her will. If such was what Tristan felt, it left Artoria little option but to find the man and prove her worth. Mayhap it had been upon her, that… That what?
Artoria couldn’t recall as she walked.
With another step flashed back Lancelot’s madness. The King remembered. How Lancelot of the Lake had succumbed to madness for sleeping with the Queen. Of course, it was easy to see why, in retrospect. Much like she served out punishment whilst seated upon her throne, Lancelot had wanted a punishment of his own. Should she ever meet him, the King would deliver his punishment. Deliver him from the wicked deeds that gnawed at his soul.
The stream of memories ebbed and flowed, a vision of Gaheris and Gareth flashing by as the pair were cut down by Lancelot in his madness. Had Artoria punished Lancelot as he wished, the pair would still live today.
A memory of her step brother, Kay, caught the knight by surprise.
The man she’d always placed her utter faith in, had left her. But why? Artoria couldn’t understand. Of course, only a few of her knights remained by this point. Gawain, Bedivere… The rest of them lay dead or had simply abandoned her cause.
Stumbling into awareness, the King of Knights came to a hollow realization.
She stood before the next chest.
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