The End of a Moment

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of King Arthur or the song sung in it.

Summary: Last thoughts.

Land of bear and land of eagle

I remember the days we spent hunting and fishing, where life was for the moment, and death was not something to think of. Where everything was free and life was full. Where I was free.

Land that gave us birth and blessing

We were born in that land, and some still hear its song. I cannot, I do not hear the trill of it, nor do I feel its energy beneath my skin. I bear the marks of my tribe, but it no longer holds my heart.

Land that pulled us ever homewards

I am a knight, a Sarmatian knight, Arthur's knight, brother knight, I am a scout. I lead them, to safety, to death, to pain. Wherever Arthur points, I will go. I will cut a path through them, I will find the safest way to lead them home, and if I cannot find one, I will make one.

We will go home across the mountains

Galahad, foolish boy, still hearkens for a place he has not seen for the better part of his life. Like Arthur, he believes in a dream. He does not wish to kill, yet every day he takes lives. When he goes back, will he be able to look at his children and not see those he has taken.

We will go home

Bors will remain, of that I am certain. He, of all of us, has made himself a home. Children and a wife will be his comfort when memories return to darken his dreams and blacken his heart.

We will go home

Gawain will go with Galahad, their friendship dictates it. But, he can see the dream for what it is, just a dream, but, he is not as jaded as Lancelot and I, he still has a need for that dream….even if it is only a dream.

We will go home across the mountains

Unlike Galahad, Arthur's dream has been shattered, ripped apart days before his return. I cannot help but wonder whether he chose to fight this battle, this fatal, needless battle in the hopes that he does not ever see the true extent of his Rome's fall.

We will go home, singing our song

I hear her, my faithful friend, my dear companion. I can see her, as I look up, circling above us, watching the battle and waiting for me to call her back. She is flying so high, soaring, free as only a bird can be, and with her, my soul soars.

I hear the whistle of a sword, I know the Saxon is about to kill me, but I feel nothing, save for a sudden lightness that engulfs me, lifting me like the wind beneath a hawk's wings.

I am flying.

We will go home...

I am home.

The end