Prologue
King Arthur's castle
Camelot, 445 AD
They ran down the hall hand in hand; the guards followed close behind them. They took a left and then a right. Each wing of the hall led to another. They would never be able to escape. They turned to the right and stopped; it was a dead end. They turned and were startled by the figure standing before them; Shinra.
"Going somewhere?" she asked.
"Shinra, let us through." Lancelot said.
Guinevere tugged on his arm, "They're getting closer."
Lancelot looked up, "Shinra, please."
She looked at him pitifully. For a moment they thought she would let them pass, but then her face turned hard.
"Not unless you denounce your love for Queen Guinevere, and come with me."
Lancelot and Guinevere exchanged glances. Her eyes pleaded with his, No don't, I would rather be with you in death then be separated from you in life.
Lancelot's gaze veered up at Shinra. A smile crossed her face as his eyes met hers.
"No."
The smile fell from her face and sadness crept across every inch of her.
"Then you leave me with no choice." And with that, she screamed.
They heard the footsteps of the guards coming closer. Lancelot tugged Guinevere closer to him and hugged her in a warm embrace. This was it.
Seconds later, the guards rounded the corner. Shinra stepped out of the way and let them pass. The guards created an orderly line to allow their commander through.
Morgan Le Fay, Arthur's half sister walked towards them. Her eyes were hard as she neared. As she saw them huddled together she shivered. Morgan looked them up and down. Slowly, she turned and looked at one of the guards.
"Kill them." She said quietly.
Morgan walked over beside Shinra and laid her hand on her shoulder, "Its better this way."
Shinra looked at her confused until she heard Guinevere's cry. Morgan smiled down at her and walked to the side. Shinra looked in the direction of the cry only to see Lancelot and Guinevere lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Shinra took a step forward and gasped. Tears filled in her eyes.
"No, NO!"
She ran towards the lifeless bodies and threw herself over Lancelot. "He was supposed to be mine! That was part of our deal!" She cried, tears running down her face.
"Lancelot, oh Lancelot…I'm so sorry." She choked.
Morgan looked at her with a devilish smile. "Plans have changed."
"My poor Lancelot…." She stroked his hand.
Morgan rolled her eyes, "kill her too. She is no longer useful in aiding me in capturing Arthur's throne."