Light had not yet touched the drowsy camp outside the castle. Only two men were stirring. Those men were Spot Conlon, knight to the king of all England, and David Jacobs, his king. David and Spot were perched atop a hill as the light slowly increased through the thick morning fog. The silence of the morning was only interrupted by the sound of Spot pacing heavily at the top of the hill behind where David was perched, picking a flower apart and gazing down into the enemy camp.
"Will you cut that out?" he hissed at Spot from his spot in the grass. Spot shot a glare at the back of his head.
"Yes, sir," he replied louder than David would have liked him to. He dropped to the ground next to David sullenly. "I still don't see why we don't attack them now, while they're sleepin'!"
David stared still intently at the camp. "No. We don't attack until dawn," he said firmly. "And if you don't keep it down, they won't be asleep any longer."
Spot bit his lip. David was the king after all. He stood up quickly and walked quickly off, intending to wake some of the other members in the camp.
David laid back in the damp grass and sighed.
"Merlin, why is it that Adele is in that camp down there that I can't enter? Where did I go wrong? What did I do to push her away? Should I have resisted loving her? No, then I shouldn't have been born. What happened, Merlin? Tell me. Why? I haven't got much time. Please tell me. As soon as the sun peeks over the trees, the arrows begin to fly, and who knows if I will die this time. If I am going to die, don't let me die not knowing!"
He heard a quiet, echo-y voice, which he recognized instantly. "Think back, David, think back!"
David sighed. "Merlin…"
"Think back! Think back! Think back to one of the most important days of your life…"
"But… but I was only a boy when I met you Merlin. How will that explain this to me?"
"No, no!" Merlin chuckled. "Not the day you met me! The day you met Adele!"
David closed his eyes and his mind spun with all the thoughts of Adele…