Disclaimer I do not own King Arthur, though I wish I owned Lancelot and Tristan -smirks-. Anyways, anything you do not recognize, such as an extra character or two(Like The Rogue Knight, and a Certain Woad that got her captured in the first place) belong to me! Any other beings or characters that you do not recognize also belong to me, or another of which I have asked permission to use the subject! Nor any songs that might appear.
Author's Notes (Current Soundtrack for my Writing Inspiration)
(P.O.D - LIT - Linkin Park - Evanescence - Red Tape(was on underworld))
Spelling mistakes might come up once in a while in both name and mere word! I am sorry for this, and must apologize further for my impatient chapters that might be incredibley short.
This chapter it a bit short. VV; Mostly basing this chapter on romance.. nothing gross, just the usual.. -cough- whatever is considered usual to me anyways. -laughs-
-Using a line from Pirates of the Carribean, so don't flame me.. it just worked out well for this chapter!
MonDieu666- Uugh, I really don't know, I just watch the movie and looks for quotes on sites! Other then that, I just use my memory as a reference, and of course a Fanfiction here or there, that I know is nearly accurate for lines and such.
Summary This isn't you typical, find a third prisoner within the walls of Marcus Honorius' dungeon that he had so cruelly sentenced Guinevere and Lucan to.
When the knights manage to find their way into the dungeon, they manage to find a third captive. However, their rage becomes even more so, when they find out that the woman isn't a woad warrior at all.... But one of their own. A knight.
-Pairing- Lancelot/OC, whilst the OC is currently ambiguous towards Lancelot. (Sorry Tristan Lovers! I promise to write another Tristan paired Fanfiction as soon as this is over)
The Rogue Knight
Chapter Six: Impish Faces, Cruel Appendage of Fate
Upon reaching the surface, the pale, clammy skin that belonged to Fen, was turning a light hue of blue. The seven remaining people that were concious all stood about, watching, some with frowns that betrayed their worry, and some with a neutral expression, that one might not be able to place as a worrying friend, or a grinning foe. Lancelot and Arthur leaned over the woman, she wasn't breathing, her lips were turning blue.
"We need to get the water from her lungs." Arthur plainly said, his eyes searching for Lancelot, who was, in turn, staring at the unconcious Fen. "You know how to do it Lancelot." Lancelot nodded slowly.
"Can't we just, not help her?" Galahad muttered darkly, thinking no one had actually heard him. Gawain and Tristan both glanced at the youngest, and glared menacingly, causing him to shut up automatically. "Never mind." He said loudly.
Lancelot slowly moved himself from sitting near Fen's head, to her right side. Lancelot removed her chest-cavity armour, and placed his hands upon her chest, and pushed slightly. Nothing happened. With another push and yet another, Lancelot became slowly more and more desperate. He shifted himself again, finding himself crosslegged beside her head. Lowering his head closer to hers, he parted her lips, and lowered his lips to hers.
One could not really tell if Lancelot was taking advantage of the unconcious woman, or if he was helping her. But, the moment that water geysered from her mouth, everyone knew he had helped her. Taking his lips from hers, he watched as she began to cough up the large amount of water that had entered into her internal organs. Guinevere stepped forth in a trice, in her hand she held the other woman's cloak that she had discarded before entering the water. Guinevere passed it to Lancelot, who wrapped it about the lady Knight. He pushed her up, into a sitting position and began to run his hands up and down her arms. She merely stared into oblivion, her eyes glazed and her lips moving slightly as if she were talking to someone who was not there.
"We got to get her to the Caravan quickly. Warm 'er up." Lancelot picked the small form of Fen up and quickly stood up.
They all quickly agreed and moved off, Arthur glancing back now and then, only to find his gaze falling upon the hole. Dagonet had dissapeared into the abyssal waters, his body last seen by the near-to-death Rogue Knight, who now clenched Dagonet's ring tightly in her frail hands as she lolled in and out of conciousness. Arthur finally stopped, and unsheathed Excalibur, brandishing the pure blade above his head in a salutation to that of the lost life of Dagonet, the other Knight's eventually turned aswell, and unsheathed their swords, for Lancelot and the unconcious Fen however, Lancelot merely nodded, a sad expression upon his features from the loss of a life.
"Rest in the peace of the Sarmatian Gods my Friend." Tristan mumbled, soon followed by that of the sad, soft voices of Gawain, Galahad, Bors, Lancelot, Arthur and Guinevere. A small moan was all that escaped from Fen's lips.
The small village that was just beside the border of that of Sarmatia and Briton, was, at the moment completely filled with a sense of serenity. However, upon the horizon rose the dark clouds of a unseen evil, and the villagers gazed at the broiling clouds a with a sense of worriment amongst their ranks. It was then, that the forestry parted to reveal the form of the Rogue Knight, riding calmly across the snow covered ground atop the giant hellish steed. In the sky, flew that of the ebony raven. A signal of the Devil.
As the rider drew nearer, the head villager, a man named Foris stepped forth from his current task, in hand was that of a pitch fork, he held it possesively before his shrunken bodice. "Begone evil Knight! Your pressence is not welcome here!"
"I seek food and shelter." A hiss emanated forth from the hood. "Your familiar.. have I threatened you before?"
Foris stepped back and pointed his pitch fork at the Knight. The next set of event's happened in a quick movement, the Knight unsheathed his bastard sword, and wielded the great weapon in one hand, bringing the sharp blade down upon the pitch fork and cutting it in two halves. "I seek food for my travels.."
"Begone." The man hissed, loudly tossing his pitch fork upon the ground. "Begone you demon.." As he began to walk foreward, several other villagers behind him, The Rogue's horse backed up slowly. "They call you a saint, and yet you ride a demon horse and accompany a demon bird. They say you can help, and instead you harm. You have taken many from this village, and now you seek our hospitality.. Begone you damned man... begone.."
Fen's eyes opened quickly, and she realized she was staring at the ceiling of the wagon she had been in after the Knight's had found her. She glanced around, and found herself surrounded bye an incredible amount of wool blankets, and furs. She brought her right hand out from beneath the furs, and found it neatly wrapped in a black clothe. Fen scowled, and realized that Guinevere must have been poking at it when she was unconcious.
The memory of the battle entered her mind, and Fen gasped slightly, bringing her left hand up above the furs aswell, only to find Dagonet's ring still upon her thumb. She smiled slightly, and played with it. She would give it to Lucan. The memory of Dagonet's still visage entered her mind, and she let out a small sob. She had never cried for the other knight's that had died when she was beginning to serve, but their time was just beginning. Dagonet had finished his service to Rome, and had had one last mission before he was granted freedom. She gulped an audible gulp and pushed herself up from her sitting position. Glancing about, she realized that Marius' wife, and Lucan were huddled in the corner asleep.
Fen glanced down sadly, and turned her attention towards the flap that guarded the entrance. Sure enough, it was thrown aside and in stepped Lancelot followed by Guinevere. They both cast her a glance before sitting on either side her. Guinevere began prodding at Fen's hands. Fen hissed loudly and pulled her hand away from the Woad woman.
"Watch it Guinevere. I may have allowed you to see it when we were imprisoned, and when I was asleep, but any further tampering, and I'll cut off your fingers." The tone in which Fen used, scared Guinevere slightly, and the woman merely stared at her, before pulling back her own hands.
"And I know you would." Lancelot smiled slightly, and Fen jerked her gaze from Guinevere to Lancelot. "Oh, and your welcome for being saved."
"Thanks." She said quietly. "Did you manage to get Dagonet out?"
At her words, both Lancelot and Guinevere looked down at their hands. "No." Lancelot said with a deepset frown. "He was out of reach."
"So.. you just.." She looked at the ceiling, her eyebrows furrowing together. "You just.. left him there? To sit amongst the murky waters of that lake? With those damned Saxons! Uurrgh!" She let out a frusterated 'hurrumph,' before sinking deeply into the furs and blankets. She glared angerly at Lancelot, who stared at her sadly.
"We are an hour away from The Wall, Fen, Bishop Germanius will welcome us and hand us, even you, our discharge papers." Lancelot's voice carried an eery tone, and Fen dared to soften her glare to a mere stare. She realized, he was just as sad, and felonious, about Dagonet's death as Fen felt. She sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry," She said softly, and Lancelot nodded softly, before shifting his weight, and leaning up against the side of the wagon, which Fen currently leaned against. Guinevere, who had watched the exchange quickly got up, and moved from the wagon, leaving the two to their 'near' privacy.
The two gazed each other in the eye, Fen's eyes dull, and relentless to betray Fen of her emotions. She was safe from exposing her true emotions, and it caused Lancelot to glummly try to figure her out. Fen hardly realized that they slowly, were leaning towards each other, until their faces were centimetres apart. She felt Lancelot's warm breath trickle upon her face and down the neck of her shirt. She felt Lancelot's hand fall upon her cheek, his rough calloused fingers gently brushing against her warming skin. Her skin tingled and Fen gasped slightly.
"They say, that to gaze into one's eye, one can observe the other's innermost thoughts without the other's notice. Yet, when I gaze into your eyes.... I see.." Lancelot's words sent a chill up Fen's spine.
"You see nothing?" Her voice cracked slightly, and Lancelot continued to stare her in the eye. As if by magic, the dullness of Fen's eyes managed to crack, and crumble beneath the loving stare, and beneath the icy wall the female Knight had put up, something stirred, and it scared Lancelot. For, he saw something one should not hold within their soul.
A overwhelming darkness. Shadows that had faces, impish visages, cruelly twisted and mutilated by some uncaring, sculpting appendage of fate. A lack of love, a entire flagon of loss, a need for vengance, a wanting for something more in life.
"Your eyes.." Lancelot began, but was quickly cut off, as Fen's eyes were shielded once again, the dull silver-blue staring at him once again. "What do you see in mine Fenaliy?"
She gazed into his pools of dark brown, her eyes searching through the jamble of emotions, until she came across the main emotionshe held dear in his heart. "Lust... love.. needing.. Sadness... Why?"
His hand cupped her cheek, and his eyes took on a firery intense gaze that dug deeply into Fen's heart. "Lust. I lust for you. Love. I wish to love you. Needing. I need you. Sadness... That I can probably never have you." She finally returned her gaze to his, and found that he was telling the truth, the simple emotion was flickering madly in his eyes.
They leaned closer, Lancelot's lips, nearly coming into contact with those of Fen's, her eyes closed, as did his...-
"Dagonet.." Lucan moaned in his sleep, causing the two to break apart before their lips had touched. They both glanced sheepishly in Alecto's Mother's, and Lucan's direction, blushing. Yet neither had awoken, and Lucan merely tossed in his sleep. Lancelot looked back at Fen, who soon returned eher gaze to his.
"I must go. I am.. Sorry." He said softly, his hand falling away from Fen's cheek, as he slowly stood up and walked towards the exit. With one, longing glance back at the woman he had fallen in love with, his heart constricted and he pulled aside the tent flap, leaving her too her thoughts.
Fen sighed heavily, and sunk even more so heavily into the furs and blankets. She turned her head, and buried her face into the furs that had been used as pillows for her head. She began to weep softly. "I am sorry Lancelot.. I am sorry."
Author's Note: hahaha, Short. Anyways, yeah hope ya enjoyed that. Once again Sorry to all Tristan lovers, but I just couldn't find a way to fit him into it properly.
Peak into the Future
Germanius and Fen finally meet face to face. Germanius had never truelly expected a female Knight to be hidden beneath the hooded cloak of the malevolent Rogue Knight. He battles emotions as he finds himself wishing for her to be punished for her 'sins' as a female fighter for Rome. Whether with a whip, or.. earthly delights(-cough- on his part anyways-cough-) Lancelot and Fen romance expands.
