Sorry so short everyone, but it's only a prologue and I'm posting Chapter 1 too. This is told from the perspective of Lancelot's daughter, but really, in the next chapter, it goes third person except for some of her explanations in italics.
Disclaimer: I don't own the movie or any character in it, blah, blah, blah, don't sue.
No flames please, though constructive criticism is welcome.
Prologue
I am told my father was a great man.
I am told because I never knew him.
And now I sit by my mother's bedside, gripping her hand tightly in my own as she coughs up scarlet blood into her handkerchief that has long past it's point of being useful.
And I know I am losing her as well.
I hate things I can't control. Well, not control-any situation that renders me helpless.
All I have is Arthur visiting more often than usual, placing a firm hand on my shoulder and telling me that it is in God's hands now.
I also hate the idea that I am not in control of my own fate.
And he knows this. I don't know what comfort he hopes to give me by dispensing religious platitudes. I resist the urge to ask him why people only say that about bad things.
I turn from where Arthur stands behind me back to my mother, whose last fit has ceased finally. They seem to be growing in severity every day. She manages to smile at me, reaching up to finger my dark hair.
Suddenly I wish someone had been able to tell her story as I knew Arthur's would be passed throughout the ages. In a few days, all that would be left of her on this earth was me, and one day I would be forgotten as well.
So perhaps it is time someone told it.
Perhaps I shall tell it to you.
My writing is usually not so choppy, so please, bear with me, lol. Chapter 1 gets more into the story.