PROLOGUE
The kingdoms of Camelot and Essetir(King Cenred's kingdom) are at war. The Knights of Camelot and King Arthur have just crossed the border into Cenred's land.
King Arthur pushed through the Forest of Essetir on foot with his loyal knights following him bravely. His face, drenched in sweat, bruised and bloodied. His upper chest and lower shoulder, aching in pain with blood stains soaking through to his chainmail. Sir Gwaine noticed Arthur's steps beginning to slow down and slur. Gwaine was just as tired and bloody, like all the other knights. But Arthur was their King. He needed to recover. Finally, Gwaine said, "Sire, you must sit. You must rest." He hoisted King Arthur's good arm over his shoulder and helped him walk to a safer spot, behind some trees and bushes.
"You must go on without me, I will slow us all down." Arthur said weakly, collapsing to sit on a nearby log. His face was as pale as snow and his eyes were rolling back in his head. His sword fell out of his hand and his shield dropped to the forest ground.
"You're our leader and our king, Sire. We can't go on without you." Said Sir Percival, picking up Arthur's sword and staking it into the ground next to the injured King.
"We will make camp here for tonight. Then we will carry on with the attack tomorrow." Sir Leon said, pointing to a spot where they would spend the night.
"I need help taking the King to his bed." Gwaine said, standing up Arthur. Sir Elyan helped Gwaine and walked the King over to the area where the Knights had already started to set up camp. Arthur was losing so much blood he could barely stand.
"Send for.. send for Merlin. I need him here." Arthur yelled and groaned in pain as the two knights carried him away.
"Yes, Sire." Leon responded.
Sir Lancelot overheard the command given to Leon and knew right away it was for good. Merlin could heal Arthur with his magic, and Lancelot knew it. Lancelot knew the powers of Merlin's magic and he knew for sure that if Merlin would come within the next hours, Arthur would be healed.
The Knights set up a tent for Arthur and laid him in his cot. Percival took off all of Arthur's heavy, blood covered armour. Lancelot had been taught a few physician's skills while living with Gaius and Merlin before becoming a knight. Lancelot took off Arthur's shirt carefully, trying not to cause the King much pain, which was a difficult task because the blood had now partially dried to his skin around the open wound. He cleaned the sword wound thoroughly and bandaged it. Then, the Knights let Arthur rest for the remaining hours of the night. Camelot's army needed as much rest as they could before carrying on with the battles that would occur in the morning.
A guard was placed outside the tent to keep watch on the vulnerable King.