"We can do it, we can win," Arthur spoke to the knights and the group of men that surrounded him. He grasped the sword hilt in his hand; it felt cool as if it was gold, in his hand.
He looked out to the burning castle of Camelot and saw his home burn and people scream. Could he really do it though? He heard a mummer from the men and turned around. He saw, coming through the forest, worn and weary, Merlin.
He walked right up to Arthur and gave him a cheeky smile and nodded at him then looked at the sword. His eyes were sad but then alight again.
"For Camelot!" he yelled with such a voice that it made Arthur shiver and the knights take a double look.
"For Camelot!" echoed Arthur and as one, with Merlin by his side, Arthur charged to get back his home.
Nevertheless, even if they lost, even if the stones crumble, as long as he had his friends, Gwen, his people, and Merlin, Arthur had a home.