This is my first King Arthur fic, and I may get a couple of things wrong, but I was inspired to write this to explain the history of Lancelot's attitude in the film.
A wise man once told me to live my life in honour of those who have passed. And, on this day, the day of my anointing, I remember those who have given me strength and passion and the power of free will. As I look at those who still remain, I see one face missing that saddens my heart. His life, and his spirit, was absorbed so completely by myself that we shall never truly be apart, and he shall never be forgotten in all the legends throughout time. But it is one story that will never be told that fills my heart the most. And this is to remember the people in this story and their deeds that went beyond the call of duty.