LONGING

Lancelot knew all about wanting, about longing. For the past 15 years he had been longing for it all to end, for this existence he called his life to end. Longing to be free.... Now he longed for something else, something that he knew he could never have. He was no fool, Lancelot, he knew what he was, what his life was. Despite all his protests and speeches of freedom of life after the Roman Army, he realised now more than ever that he was nothing more than a warrior, a gifted one to be true. The sad truth though was that he was most comfortable on the battlefield and death was the gift that he brought to the world. Lancelot knew now that he was never meant to be happy and that the gods were simply toying with him on the day that he met Guinevere and the day Arthur fell in love with her.

I'm sorry it's so short, I've just gone and written that bit off the top of my head this moment, I'm not sure if I'm 100% happy with it. But anyway I'm going to try and write more today granted I've got the time. Okay, cheers.