A quick story of a long lost love of Dagonet's…in song fic style, of course. I love Dagonet. Disclaimer: I don't own King Arthur or Evanecence's song, "My Immortal".

Enjoy!

He quickly picked up the boy, who weighed nothing to him. Setting him down against the wall, he stuck out his finger. "You must not fear me," he stated. The boy wearily looked back at Dagonet in understanding. He was a giant of a man, most people generally assuming the worst qualities that accompany being superior in size. He looked the small boy over, checking for wounds. The right arm looked broken. He seemed malnourished. Damn priests, he thought to himself.

Dagonet looked up into the boy's face. He couldn't be older than nine, at the very most. Something inside Dagonet sparked. The boy had long curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Leon would be that age by now, Dagonet reminded himself, smiling slightly, his eyes drifting.

"What's your name?" he questioned, snapping out of it. No, he told himself. You have to stop.

"Lucan.." the child whispered, his eyes drooping as his head swayed back and forth, fighting to keep consciousness.

He swooped the boy up in his bulging arms and began to make his way out of the dungeon, with Arthur and the girl following close behind.

"That's a good, strong name. You have to be strong now, Lucan." The boy could simply nod as water was brought to him, his eyes narrowing, annoyed at the bright sun. Laying him down on the snow covered ground, Dagonet gave him a quick pat on the shoulder, staring into Lucan's eyes. He even resembled her a little.

I'm so tired of being here Supressed by all my childish fears And if you have to leave I wish that you would just leave Cause your presence still lingers here And it won't leave me alone

As Marius' wife began to give the boy water, Dagonet backed off slowly, his mind wandering. Snow fell from the sky under his arms. He glanced back at the dungeon that had tortured so many so called 'heathens'. The boy had now fallen asleep. It's always the innocent that suffer, he convinced himself. Just like Leon. Dagonet cursed himself for thinking of him again. He bit his lower lip in frustration. You'll never heal, he told himself, as memories flooded into his mind.

Her smile. It was the first thing he noticed of her, those long ten years ago. He was but twenty at the time, an immature boy posing as a Sarmatian knight. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes. She was the only blonde in the village, due to her mother being Woad. He first took notice of her as she cared for all the knights' horses. He prided himself on taking care of his mare while the other knights drank and sang.

He was shy, but found her easy to talk to. It soon became a nightly ritual to go into the stables every evening after sword practice and help her clean the horses. It was her smile that made her eyes sparkle. Bors had once called the stable girl "plain". It was the one time Dagonet ever questioned his brother in arms by landinga direct hit onto his eye. Bors never spoke again on the matter, the other knights laughing good naturedly.

One night, after brushing each and every horse and cooling them off, she laid on the hay, looking up at him. "You know, Dagonet, you don't have to help me every night. It is my job. I get paid by your commander to do it. Although I do enjoy the company."

He laughed, continuing to brush his own mare. "Why do you think I come down here?" His one mistake was that at that very moment he looked over to see her, her eyes dancing with delight at his comment, her head shyly ducking from his gaze. She bit her lower lip. He smiled.

"You toy with me, Sir knight. Why not go for one of the water girls? They love knights. Especially the handsome ones."

He stopped brushing and went to lay down next to her on the hay. "Leave those girls for Lancelot and Galahad. I prefer the gentle ones, like the mares they care for…ones that respect life for what it is." He could hear her breath quickening. He leaned in slightly, not wanting to be forward but not wanting to retreat either. She finished what he started and pressed her lips to his, her right hand gently touching his cheek. He closed his eyes, for once in his life feeling completely helpless and at the same time enjoying himself.

They parted but for a second, their foreheads leaning on one another. "I've been waiting a long time for this…" she whispered softly into his ear, kissing his neck in the process. He wrapped his strong arms around her back, kissing her with much more force this time. It felt right.

These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time can not erase

"Dagonet…Dagonet…" Dagonet flinched and looked forward, seeing Arthur give him a confused glance. "We're moving out." Dagonet nodded, wanting to kick himself in the process. Instead, he kicked his horse forward as the village moved out, escaping the Saxons. The snow was thickening on the ground, creating a white blanket across the fields. They were deep into the mountains by nightfall, with the Saxons closing in on them. Dagonet took the boy and covered him in a blanket.

"Rest now. We're almost there." The boy looked up at him in appreciation, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Dagonet looked over to see Marius and his men conversing in low voices. His eyes narrowed, and he placed his sword within arm distance. It took him awhile to close his eyes. There was something about Marius he didn't trust. Finally, sleep wrapped its wings around him.

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears And I held your hand through all of these years But you still have all of me

"Dagonet, come on! We're going to celebrate!" Lancelot called.

"You celebrate every night!" Dagonet yelled back, laughing at his friend as they all dismounted from their horses.

"Yes but with a new girl every night!" Lancelot stated, sending the others into fits of laughter and cheers.

"Get off it Lancelot, you know he's going to see his stable girl!" Bors commented. Dagonet laughed and nodded, riding towards the stables. It had been months since that first night they made love. Every day he couldn't get her out of his mind, she was driving him crazy.

Upon entering the stable, he found her bending over, clutching her stomach, coughing and spitting. He ran to her side, forcing her to look at him.

"What's the matter?" he asked, worried. In some places a deadly disease had hit and entire villages were being exterminated.

She actually laughed and devilishly grinned. "Not at all."

He gave her a questioning gaze. "But…" She took his hand, and with the same grin, placed it on her stomach gently. His eyes widened. "You don't mean…but…"

"Do I have to remind you how this sort of thing happens?" she playfully replied. His heart rate quickened, and he found he could not break his smile if the Roman God himself willed it so.

He held her in his arms, kissing her cheek, lips, neck, and stomach. Running out of the stables, he caught up with his fellow knights singing and laughing and gambling at the local bar. Bors had his woman wrapped around his waste, giggling. Tristan and Gawain were throwing knives while Galahad stood talking to one of the water girls. Lancelot and Arthur were at another table looking at one of the maps while a girl played with Lancelot's hair. Running up to them, he found himself short of breath.

Everyone stood, thinking it something horrible, for Dagonet rarely joined in on their fun. "Dag, what is it?" Bors questioned, his eyebrows raised.

His smile never faded. "I…I…I'm going to be a father." he stated proudly. Silence stood as everyone took in what he said. When it dawned on him that he was not drunk a loud cheer rang through the men. Each of them gave pats and hugs to congratulate their gentle giant. The last was his commander, Arthur Castus.

Complete pride appeared in his leader's eyes. "Well done, my friend. Can we meet the lucky woman now?" Dag laughed, for he had tried to keep his girl a secret to escape ridicule among the men for choosing only one woman in his bachelor years. As his stable girl emerged among the shadows he found his friends welcoming her with open arms. She laughed and joked with everyone. As Bors began one of his boring stories, she gazed towards his way. Dagonet winked at her, and she winked back, her smile huge.

You used to captivate me by your resonating light Now I'm bound by the life you left behind Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

He awoke to the sounds of the boy, Lucan, yelling for help. He found himself overpowered by Marius' guards, and he looked left and right in rage, watching as Marius held a knife to the boy's throat. No, he thought. Anything but this. I can't loose him now. He was about to go buck on the guards when an arrow flew past him, hitting Mrius in the chest. Looking over, he saw the girl Guinevere standing with her bow drawn, ready to strike again. Smirking, Lancelot appeared beside her, as well as Arthur. The guards' swords were thrown in his direction as he held his axe behind his head, ready to swing if they attempted anything funny. The boy ran towards Dag and held him tight. Dagonet put one arm around the boy for reassurance as Jols collected the weapons. They were out of danger.

He held her hand as she screamed in pain. His eyes widened, thanking the gods that men did not have to deal with this. She squeezed until he was sure his hand would break. Soon the sounds of tiny screams erupted from something that had just gone out of her stomach.

"It's a boy" the midwife claimed, wrapping the wee babe up and handing him to his father. Dagonet stared, his eyes twinkling at the tiny being. A new wave of love as he had never felt before rushed through his head. He touched the boy's little hand, and was surprised to find the boy grip back.

Dag laughed, turning to his love. "He's strong, this one is."

She looked weary, and smiled. "Much like his father. Hopefully he'll get my looks."

Bors popped in. "God willing..ahh, how's my favorite godchild, eh?" He proceeded to pick up the boy from Dag's arms. "Are you going to name him?"

"Of course!" Dagonet said without a thought. Bors shrugged.

"I suppose there aint no harm in naming some of em. Too annoying for me." Bors gave back the child to his father, who took him gladly, never wanting to part again.

He turned back to her. She was smiling brightly, sweat dripping from her face, her hair mangy. She never looked more beautiful, he thought. "What's his name?" she asked, whispering, because it seemed the baby decided to take a nap. Dagonet peered once more at his son.

"Leon." She nodded her approval, and took a nap of her own. He sat down in a chair next to her, looking at his new family. He was happy.

Three weeks later it happened. He, along with the other knights were just riding in from a Woad attack when he saw smoke coming from inside the fortress. He urged his horse forward, ahead of the others. Once inside, villagers were screaming, running for water. The stable was rising up in flames. Dismounting from his horse, he saw his soon to be father in law crying out in fury.

"Justus, where is she? Where's Leon?" The man could only point and sob. Dagonet's eyes widened in horror, and he ran closer to the stables, where the flames rose higher and higher.

"Tristan get some water!" Arthur yelled, grabbing a cloth to try and supress it.

From inside the flames they heard a baby cry. "Dagonet!!!" A woman screamed in pure torture.

"No!!!" He shouted, running towards the flames. It took both Bors and Gawain to hold him back, the flames being too high and dangerous. "No!!!" he screamed, thinking this all a nightmare. He tried to fight his way out of his friend's reach, but they held him back with all their strength.

"It's too late, Dag," Bors tried to reason, his own voice sounding weak. Tears streamed down his face, his legs giving way. He fell to his knees, his arms stretched out to the air as the screams from inside the stable ceased. He felt his own life draining from him.

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone But though you're still with me I've been alone all along

The Saxons were coming, and the ice wasn't breaking. He looked behind him, where Lucan was safe. He had to keep the Saxons from harming the innocent. Shouting with all his might, he rushed forward, slamming his axe into the hard ice. Arrows shot at him from left and right. He struck the ground again, this time cracking it open a bit. But not enough. "Dagonet!" Bors yelled from behind him, but he paid no attention. This was the only way…

He felt something pierce his chest, but not before giving his axe one finally shove into the ice, cracking it fully. A wave of exhaustion hit him, and his eyes blurred. He looked into the water, his body wavering. Her face stared back at him, smiling. He outstretched his hand, wanting home. From inside his head he heard a baby giggle. He tried to smile, but instead found his eyes closing. He plunged into the water, sinking down.

"I'm coming, my love. I'm coming home." he told himself, as life exited his body.

These wounds won't seem to heal This pain is just too real There's just too much that time can not erase