Extraho: Erant is non pro Memoria
The fort at Badon Hill was quiet that night – eerily so. Dense black clouds blanketed the stars and the moon, signaling an impending storm. Fog clung to everything, muffling any noise and smothering the flames on torches until the Roman soldiers holding them resigned their posts on the walls and retired.
Inside the great hall of the fort hovered a different type of cloud; the one of tension and restlessness in every knight seated around the legendary Round Table. It had been a full month since they had been called into battle, and each could feel trouble brewing – similar to the unnatural still before a terrible storm … though in thinking, it was perhaps not caused by Woads. Since Merlin's band of warriors had completely ceased any attacks south of the Wall (those who were foolish enough to venture north had their own problems) just over a year ago, likely at her request, Woad raids from the few rebel tribes who still refused to unite under Merlin had also grown increasingly rare, knowing that they would not have Merlin's support. It would be so much easier to bear the last few days of their bound service to the Roman Empire if they had something to do … people to fight …
The knight called Tristan sighed before drinking deeply from his goblet while running his hand through his thick, dark hair. It was still, to this day, very arduous to believe that she had been gone for the whole year the Woad attacks had been becoming scarce. Sometimes, her absence was a pain the likes of which he'd experienced the morning she'd disappeared, and other times it was hollowness in his heart as though her bones were already dust within the earth – which he sincerely hoped was a falsehood.
Her long, thick waves of hair that surrounded him, her luminous smile that could thaw even the coldest of hearts, her soul-piercing eyes, her courage, her passion, her conviction, her razor-edged tongue, her sweet disposition … her kiss, her touch, her love …
Oh, Eracura, he thought woefully, how I miss you.
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Author's Note: Ah, yes, the first installment of the new story. I hope you enjoyed that … kind of slow … but it's only the prologue. I promise it will get better.
This story begins a few weeks before the setting in the movie, and will continue until shortly after. Story title is temporary until I come up with something better, and I'm still in the process of editing the prequel to this story, so I'll try my very best to update this one regularly, until I get the other one fully edited, at which point I will still be trying my very best to update regularly. To all my loyal reviewers: I love you! x 10.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize from the movie King Arthur is not mine. Unfortunately.