For [ profile] talking_muses Prompt May 3 C : Despair

Jun. 4th, 2007 07:33 am
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There were those that say I shouldn't have done it, that I wasn't yet healed enough for such a thing, but at the time, I truly felt that I had no choice. There was no reason I could fathom that I could not ride into that battle. Both Arthur and Lancelot would be fighting... and thus, I felt that I had to fight as well. This is my land, this is my blood. How could I not fight to defend her?

If the two men I loved were going to fight for a land not of their own, I must also fight.

Oh, I know very well that the invaders would not see me and mine as too much of a threat as we were women. Arthur and his knights could have attested to them that it is not a person's gender that makes them a warrior or not. It is the spirit that they hold inside. It is the determination to stand strong for what they love and what they believe in. It is their prowess and skill with their chosen weapon.

My father did not try to stop me from leading my fighters into battle. The land sings in my blood and then the battle song also raged through it. Merlin understand what it is that drives me in those times even as he sometimes wishes that it were not so.

I truly thought that I was going to die that day. I was wounded and staring up into the face of the man who would send me to meet my ancestors. I saw my death shining in that bastard's eyes and despair at everything that I would never do seemed to rush through me in that moment. I did not want to die. I wanted to be able to see Arthur and Lancelot again. I wanted to be able to hold them and tell them everything within my heart and my soul. I wanted to walk once more along the banks of the rivers and lakes with my father and learn more about the power that flows through us and be prepared to lead our people.

The sword came at me and there was no way that I could have avoided the killing blow.

Then, right as I was sure that his sword was going to pierce my chest, I heard the clang of metal on metal and saw that another sword rested upon my chest, blocking the attacker's strike. I followed the blade of that second sword until I locked eyes with Lancelot. The anger in his eyes is something that I will not soon forget.

Muse: Guinevere
Fandom: King Arthur
Words: 441


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