King Arthur Silent Warriors Tristan
I was inspired by the unique twist to this legend in this movie. I found it rather intriguing and with my love of history, most likely fun to work with. I altered a tad bit; Tristan of the three fallen knights was the only one to survive. This way what I have plotted would make sense. You'll discover how he survived later on in the story. Enjoy! Mandy
(Childhood Memories)
" TORNE!" The loud roaring of his voice called out," WHERE DID YOU RUN TO DAMNED IT?" She ran further into the plains, her small feet padding on the ground, the wild grass allowing her safety from detection. Today, her worst fears finally would become reality. They were coming, what could she do? Why did they have to take her older brother away? Why? She held unto the only thing she could possibly ever give him, her own two hands whittling the tiny figure. The little seven-year-old couldn't comprehend why any one wanted to take Lancelot away for so long.
" TORNE!" Her father's impatient bellows would have frightened her if she were in any real trouble," Torne," the mark of relief meant he had found her. The young blonde haired girl spun on her heels and pouted," Yer big brother is leavin' and yer out runnin' around," he scolded softly and walked forwards, picking her up from under the small girl's armpits. Even though she wanted to ask every question on her mind, every confusing thought was stifled by her father's embrace. He understood. He knew how much pain the small girl was experienced, fore he too felt it as well. Only the man that that carried Torne back also understood that what his only son faced was for more then what his little girl could understand at this point.
" Why does he have to go?" She asked finally, her head nestling into her father's burly chest. There was the distinction in her voice that gave way to how near to tears she was.
" Romans' believe that their ways are everyone's," he soothed back the tangled mess around her eyes, peering into her dark brown eyes," You don' want to make Lancelot upset cause you weren't t'ere to say good bye, would you? He adores you," he sat her down as they entered the edge of the village. Lancelot's yells were clear, they were right, the Romans had came.
" Father!" Lancelot rode in and confirmed their unhappy thoughts, " The Romans are here..." with one last pat to the head he stalked off, leaving her behind. His strides were massive, not meant for her to follow him, but she tried anyways. Her beady eyes watched Lancelot and their father, speak to each other. The words only warriors spoke amongst themselves. The mentions of brave warriors and their next life as loyal steeds was something that a girl child should never over hear. With her father's last words to Lancelot, he allowed the boy to mount his horse.
Torne felt pained, the one person that protected her from any real trouble was now leaving, her play mate and brother.
" Lancelot!" she cried, running forwards and holding out the tiny rodent emblem. She smiled as he plucked it out of her tiny hands, and examined it. She hoped that he always would wear it. Let that necklace serve a reminder as to who he was and of those that truly loved him.
" Don't be afraid, I will return," he assured the tribe before turning his horse away and riding off. It was a promise she always thought he would keep.
" Lancelot!" her father's loud voice rumbled out into the empty prairie," RUUUUUSSS!" he yelled, before the rest of the villagers followed, along with Torne and her squeakish voice.