Summary: Ordinary men make extraordinary heroes. Now Women, prove there
worth to King Arthur and his knights in the midst of a battle for their
homeland from the Roman Empire.
Disclaimer: I know what I wrote and I know what I got from the movie. Frankly, that's good enough for me.
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They paid for 3 rooms in a nearby inn that night, but when it came time for dinner Arien said she would stay.
They left her alone, but no one dare say a word to Lancelot about the events just an hour before.
Instead Arien sat on the roof of the inn, letting the cool air rush over her, pleading for it to take away her troubles.
"It would not be such a pity for you to fall." Lancelot said suddenly.
Arien leaned forward, she had been sitting on top of the roof over her room's window. Looking at him she saw he did not look angry, but sad.
She said nothing, just simply sat back up and looked at the moon.
"Will you not apologize?" Lancelot asked coldly, sitting on the windowsill as he looked up at her.
"I have done nothing wrong." She replied quietly.
Lancelot shook his head, and disappeared back into her room, "Then go back to your husband woman. For if he refuses you, only the devil would claim your soul."
Arien was suddenly overcome with rage as she climbed down, back into her room. He was in the process of leaving, half way out the door, when she grabbed his cloak and pulled him back.
Pinning him against the wall she glared at him, nothing but fire in her eyes, "Who are you to judge my actions? You tell me you will not love me so now I am condemned to live my life simply wishing I could have you?!" she hissed angrily, her arm cutting off his oxygen as she leaned against his windpipe.
Lancelot pushed her back, onto the floor.
He pinned her to floor now, straddling her, and using his knees to prevent her from using her arms.
His face glared down at her as he said, "And who are you to say you love a man while married to another?"
Arien looked at him, in disbelief, shocked beyond words. He stood up and walked back over to the door, but before he left he heard her speak.
"Alecto took things from me that I was willing to give to you. If you can honestly hold that sham of a marriage above my head you are no Knight." She sighed, "You are just a boy with a sword, playing hero like so many others."
Lancelot slammed the door so hard it broke from its hinges and fell to the floor in front of Arien.
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Arien walked out of the inn the next morning with out telling any of the others, she simply disappeared.
Arthur had suspected she was just upset over what Lancelot had said the night before, but when Artimus warned them Alecto was living here with the Pope this summer they became edgy and abnormally quiet.
In truth Arien had gone to see someone, but not Alecto.
She walked quickly, looking behind herself every so often to make sure she wasn't being followed.
She ended up on a busy street, full from edge to edge of close to bursting shops, each more intriguing then the last. The people all smiled at her, but she did nothing in return. The place she was looking for was a small floral shop, she knew the owner well and wished for someone to talk to.
"Stephan?" she asked quietly, walking to the back of the shop.
"Arien?" a tall handsome man asked curiously, sticking his head out from under the counter.
She smiled at him, "It has been to long." She said, grinning at him.
"Indeed it has!" he replied, standing up and whipping his hands off on a cloth from the counter. "What has brought here during such an unhappy time?"
"I need your help." She said, looking at him seriously.
"Of course...of course! Let us have tea, it is time for my break." Stephan said, pulling back a swinging door and motioning for her to go in.
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It was Lancelot that thought to ask the owner of the inn which direction Arien had gone, but he did them one better.
"She said something about a flower shop. Went visiting an old friend." The man paused and let out a huge burp, "Poor lass, she has no business here. Alecto will hear of her arrival."
"Wait, you know her?" Lancelot asked suspiciously, leaning closer to the man over the counter, "When was the last time she was here?"
The man laughed, "Arien is a Princess!" he said loudly, holding his arms in the air. The small groups of men in the bar that time of day held there glasses in the air and toasted to her in mumbles Lancelot could not decipher. "She was born here, along with her brothers, and cousins!" the large man said proudly. "You......did not know?" he asked, suddenly quiet.
"She said she was born in a village." Arthur said suddenly.
"Aye, just outside the castle walls, in the forest." The man said, now trying to clean a dirty mug with an even dirtier rag.
"The Shadow People? They live in that forest? So close to the Emperors retreat?" Arthur asked, in total disbelief.
The man winked but said nothing else for a few moments, "Did she ever mention the man that gave away her father to the Romans?" he asked seriously.
"She did not know!" Artimus said suddenly, looking at him in horror, "She did not go to see Stephan? Tell me Inn Keeper! Where did she go?"
The man raised his eyebrows, "She looked very upset, thought she was going to kill the man. Deserves it, that one. Turns in his own childhood friend for a few jewels."
Artimus took off out of the shop and down the street before anyone got a chance to ask questions.
"This floral shop is owned by the man that betrayed her father?" Lancelot asked quickly.
The inn keeper nodded, when he looked back up at them, they were already hauling ass down the street after Artimus.
Disclaimer: I know what I wrote and I know what I got from the movie. Frankly, that's good enough for me.
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They paid for 3 rooms in a nearby inn that night, but when it came time for dinner Arien said she would stay.
They left her alone, but no one dare say a word to Lancelot about the events just an hour before.
Instead Arien sat on the roof of the inn, letting the cool air rush over her, pleading for it to take away her troubles.
"It would not be such a pity for you to fall." Lancelot said suddenly.
Arien leaned forward, she had been sitting on top of the roof over her room's window. Looking at him she saw he did not look angry, but sad.
She said nothing, just simply sat back up and looked at the moon.
"Will you not apologize?" Lancelot asked coldly, sitting on the windowsill as he looked up at her.
"I have done nothing wrong." She replied quietly.
Lancelot shook his head, and disappeared back into her room, "Then go back to your husband woman. For if he refuses you, only the devil would claim your soul."
Arien was suddenly overcome with rage as she climbed down, back into her room. He was in the process of leaving, half way out the door, when she grabbed his cloak and pulled him back.
Pinning him against the wall she glared at him, nothing but fire in her eyes, "Who are you to judge my actions? You tell me you will not love me so now I am condemned to live my life simply wishing I could have you?!" she hissed angrily, her arm cutting off his oxygen as she leaned against his windpipe.
Lancelot pushed her back, onto the floor.
He pinned her to floor now, straddling her, and using his knees to prevent her from using her arms.
His face glared down at her as he said, "And who are you to say you love a man while married to another?"
Arien looked at him, in disbelief, shocked beyond words. He stood up and walked back over to the door, but before he left he heard her speak.
"Alecto took things from me that I was willing to give to you. If you can honestly hold that sham of a marriage above my head you are no Knight." She sighed, "You are just a boy with a sword, playing hero like so many others."
Lancelot slammed the door so hard it broke from its hinges and fell to the floor in front of Arien.
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Arien walked out of the inn the next morning with out telling any of the others, she simply disappeared.
Arthur had suspected she was just upset over what Lancelot had said the night before, but when Artimus warned them Alecto was living here with the Pope this summer they became edgy and abnormally quiet.
In truth Arien had gone to see someone, but not Alecto.
She walked quickly, looking behind herself every so often to make sure she wasn't being followed.
She ended up on a busy street, full from edge to edge of close to bursting shops, each more intriguing then the last. The people all smiled at her, but she did nothing in return. The place she was looking for was a small floral shop, she knew the owner well and wished for someone to talk to.
"Stephan?" she asked quietly, walking to the back of the shop.
"Arien?" a tall handsome man asked curiously, sticking his head out from under the counter.
She smiled at him, "It has been to long." She said, grinning at him.
"Indeed it has!" he replied, standing up and whipping his hands off on a cloth from the counter. "What has brought here during such an unhappy time?"
"I need your help." She said, looking at him seriously.
"Of course...of course! Let us have tea, it is time for my break." Stephan said, pulling back a swinging door and motioning for her to go in.
------
It was Lancelot that thought to ask the owner of the inn which direction Arien had gone, but he did them one better.
"She said something about a flower shop. Went visiting an old friend." The man paused and let out a huge burp, "Poor lass, she has no business here. Alecto will hear of her arrival."
"Wait, you know her?" Lancelot asked suspiciously, leaning closer to the man over the counter, "When was the last time she was here?"
The man laughed, "Arien is a Princess!" he said loudly, holding his arms in the air. The small groups of men in the bar that time of day held there glasses in the air and toasted to her in mumbles Lancelot could not decipher. "She was born here, along with her brothers, and cousins!" the large man said proudly. "You......did not know?" he asked, suddenly quiet.
"She said she was born in a village." Arthur said suddenly.
"Aye, just outside the castle walls, in the forest." The man said, now trying to clean a dirty mug with an even dirtier rag.
"The Shadow People? They live in that forest? So close to the Emperors retreat?" Arthur asked, in total disbelief.
The man winked but said nothing else for a few moments, "Did she ever mention the man that gave away her father to the Romans?" he asked seriously.
"She did not know!" Artimus said suddenly, looking at him in horror, "She did not go to see Stephan? Tell me Inn Keeper! Where did she go?"
The man raised his eyebrows, "She looked very upset, thought she was going to kill the man. Deserves it, that one. Turns in his own childhood friend for a few jewels."
Artimus took off out of the shop and down the street before anyone got a chance to ask questions.
"This floral shop is owned by the man that betrayed her father?" Lancelot asked quickly.
The inn keeper nodded, when he looked back up at them, they were already hauling ass down the street after Artimus.