The battle was over. Arthur observed his fallen comrades, hundreds of them but now it didn't matter. It wasn't them that struck Arthur so deeply, it was one of them more then the rest. One comrade, one friend; Lancelot. He heard the desperate wailing of Guinevere as she clutched on to Lancelot as if afraid that by letting go she was ending his life. Arthur approached carefully, it was more like only half of him wanted to go and lay his hands on his dying friends' chest as a final good bye. The other half screamed at him to run, turn and flee for he had failed him, he had failed his one true friend.
The body was still, still like the rest of the battle field. Only a few strugglers here and there were either helping the wounded or desperately clinging on to life. Arthur fell to his knees in front of Lancelot and screamed to the heavens. He couldn't let this be, he swore to be the first to go. He felt betrayed by God and his faith was withering. Maybe Lancelot was right, maybe there was no god and nothing to believe in. Faith was but an illusion of help, nothing more then a lie that people were made to believe in order to continue living. It made sense, people wouldn't try to live if they new there was nothing waiting for them on the other side.
"Why him, why not me? I said take me first but spare their lives. Why Lord, why him?"
"Because he fought for you," said a gentle voice behind him. Arthur didn't turn, at first expecting it to be Guinevere but noticing two shaking hands by his side he realized that she too had heard this voice. Arthur turned sharply ready for an attack and saw the most beautiful woman in the world, or at least he thought she was a woman. Her skin glowed with holy light and her face was so sharp yet delicate it looked so different to anything he had ever seen on a woman. She had shoulder length black hair as dark as coal; cascading in waves. Her eyes were the colour of ice; the lightest shade of blue and her lips were the colour of a rose' petal. She wore tight black pants and a black leather top that clung tightly revealing her lower abdomen. A black cloak hung loosely on her shoulders. It was only after making these observations that Arthur noticed that the woman was heavily armed. A cross bow was swinging gently off her left shoulder and a thin blade hung from her hip. Arthur's eyes rested on the sword, something about it mesmerised him.
"Do not fear me Arthur if I had wanted to kill you I would have shot you before you came to rest by your friend,"
Surprised to hear his name Arthur looked up.
"How do you know my name?"
"I know everyone's name on this battle field, Arthur."
Arthur was confused. He looked at Guinevere for help, but she looked as stunned as he. Still looking at Guinevere for hope of an answer, Arthur failed to notice that the girl had approached Lancelot's side and was now kneeling directly in front of him. He watched as she ran her pale hand gently down the side of his face. Then to his surprise she placed a gentle kiss to Lancelot's lips, supporting his face with her hand. She rested it there for a moment and then looked up sharply meeting Arthur's gaze with such intensity that he was startled.
"It is not his time to go Arthur, he and the rest of your knights are balancing the world. If he was to perish, that balance would be broken and the world would fall at the hand of evil. I will give him life so that the balance may be restored and kept."
Then Guinevere screamed as the lifeless body began to twitch, Lancelot's eyes flew open as he opened his mouth and gasped for air. He seemed to be suffocating for a moment, then stabilising his breathing he looked up and saw the most beautiful girl in the world leaning over him, looking directly at him.
'I must be in heaven.' Was his last thought as sleep overtook him and he fell in a dead faint.