Title: Ice
Rating: PG (just to be safe)
Summary: Dagonet's POV on the ice. One shot, just a little thing I randomly write awhile ago.
Author's Notes: Is it sad when three out of your four favourite characters die? Anyway, I thought that there aren't enough Dag stories out there. Poor guy, he'd neglected. Review if you like! Or even if you don't, haha.
"The ice isn't breaking! Fall back!"
This is foolish; if we leave, they'll follow us. They'll kill everyone in their path. Everyone. No, to hell with falling back! With my strongest axe, I race out far enough in front of my friends to where the crack in the ice won't reach them. I couldn't bare it if anything happened to them. Or Lucan. Is that why I am doing this? For Lucan, yes. That boy should not die young, he has no reason to...he's only a boy.
The ice begins to crack, good. That should keep the Saxons at bay. I do not stop as the arrows come flying, they cannot stop me. One of the arrows embeds in my flesh. I ignore the pain and keep working. I will not let them reach Lucan and the others, never. Not while I still breathe. The ice breaks down the middle towards the Saxons. More arrows fly towards me.
My strength is failing, and I raise my axe one last time before I fall into the water. There is someone at my side, pulling me out...it's Arthur. And Bors. Why are they still here? Why have they not left? It is so cold now, and dark, but my body is numb. They carry me back to the other knights. Somewhere in the distance I can hear Bors calling me. I am sorry, brother, I cannot come with you this time. Nor Lucan.
I saved them, my friends. I saved Bors. I saved Lucan...
"Dagonet!!"