So I was going through some of my fics on my journal and discovered I never posted this. It's quite old, it was written with my Master, AthenaLeigh, in mind because she loves stars. And it was written when I was still trying to get Lance's voice down, so it's mostly there. Anyway, blast from the short past of KA writing, here's something weird, old and first person lol. Enjoy.
What are the stars? Dots of brightness in the otherwise black curtain of night. But where do they come from? Why are they there?
I have never been one to gaze at the stars. I know of their presence in the night sky, unless it's cloudy, just as I know the presence of the fort. It is something that I always see yet never question. It just exists. But tonight, I cannot help but to stare at them.
Arthur often watches the stars; concentrates on them. He talks of his God, I wonder if there is some connection. But I have never asked him, Arthur is private about his religion. Perhaps they are spirits of those long dead. It is said that when a warrior dies, he returns as a horse. Perhaps a horse, perhaps a star.
The woods are cold tonight and there is no moon, it almost seems as though the stars shine brighter. I manage to tear my eyes away from them to glance at Arthur sleeping peacefully beneath his saddle blanket. The one who knows me best of all he once called me. He is my most trusted friend; my brother.
Quietly, I move over to him and rest my head on his chest. He does not awaken, he is used to it I imagine. There were nights that I would spend laying awake in fear. Fear to loose him. Fear to be alone. That is my worst fear, to be alone. So I would seek him out and rest my head on his chest so I would know he is still breathing. How childish I was when we first came to this island...
Tonight, I have no fear. Raising my vision to the stars again, I sigh contently. "When you are gone, you will be a star," I whisper no louder than a breath.
"And you will never be alone, Lancelot, I'll watch over you." Arthur pulls the blanket over both of us and comfortingly places his large hand on my curly haired head, his other arm across my shoulders
Looking up at the stars, they seem to twinkle in a different way and I can imagine their spirits smiling down upon us.