Disclaimer: I do not own Quest for Camelot.
Note: I don't usually write stories based on the movie itself. But I thought that I might try it. This is a poem I wrote about Garrett and his life before he left Camelot. So, um, yeah. Hope you like it. :) 3
Only Few Will Know
He was born on a cold winter day.
It was night, actually they say that his eyes were a deep jade colour.
It was night.
It was cold.
Snowflakes were falling out of the window as everyone rushed to keep the newborn baby safe and warm.
He grew.
Slowly but surely grew.
Dreams.
Dreams grew.
Nobility became his goal.
The dream.
The infinite possibilities.
Employment begun.
Working.
Still dreaming.
Still waiting.
Awaiting.
Working.
Home life.
Eat, sleep, work, repeat.
Repeat.
Love thy animals.
Love thy family.
Eat, sleep, work, repeat.
Repeat.
That night.
Flames of death and darkness.
Be noble.
Noble knights help others before thyself.
Save the weak.
It would be okay.
You'll have a family to come home to.
If you can find them now.
You have no family to come home to.
It will not be okay.
You are the weak.
Noble knights are not blind.
You can't be noble.
Darkness resembles flames and death of hope.
That one night.
Mistales repeat.
Eat, sleep, practice, repeat.
Love thy mentor.
Love thy faults.
Heartache repeats.
Eat, sleep, practice, repeat.
Round table meeting today.
Practice.
Waiting.
Joy.
Dreams growing.
Happiness.
The meeting begun.
Only few knows what happens there.
One day he will know all the secrets.
One day.
Sounds of sorrow says so much.
Dreams shrink.
Heart broke in two.
Rain poured like crazy and no one rushed to save the poor young lad.
It was cold.
It was daytime.
It was daytime, they said his eyes were milky white.
He left Camelot on a cool spring day.