Eleven - Final "It's funny...One second you where here, before my eyes, in sight. I was able to feel safe. You've always protected me, even when it wasn't called for. My thanks to you is deep." The shushing sound her whispered voice made was soothing just as she touched the handles of Lancelot's swords. Her eyes held no tears, while her knees grazed at the pile of dirt. The gritty breeze shifted in an instant, switching directions with purpose. Lana stared at the pile, small pieces of grass and flowers began to grow. With a wincing grin, the smell in the air was bitter, and when her noise crinkled from her smile while she closed her eyes. "You found me, and if there was ever a moment when I was nearly taken, you saved me. The bad blood we once had wasn't ever a factor on how much I've always loved you." A chill drove over her skin, and once she heard a faint echo, Lana stood up and blew a lasting kiss over ashes once holding Lancelot's body. "He's with us still." Lana felt motionless, her strong, shiny and brilliant sibling stood next to her, his face proud and staring once where his friend lay. "I miss him. Even when he pushed my buttons. I knew he would always watch over me." Lana defended, placing her hands around her brother's bulky arm, she looked up at his immense smirk. "Come." Arthur lead the way, with his sister at his side, Lana looked up, at a curved view she managed to see Guinevere, Lana gave a wiry sigh. "Arthur, did I mention marrying Guinevere was the best thing you've done since ditching Rome." She laughed, Guinevere took a hold of Arthur's other free arm, and as the couple exchanged warm glances, Lana looked straight ahead, at the steep hill. It took nearly 20 minutes before they reentered the gates, and headed to the other Knights. Vanora hollered, screaming at her running toddler. Shrilling laughs with raspy words came from the pub. Bors stood next to Galahad, and Gawain sat on the top of a table. The towns people flowed around the collection of folk, immerging in the conversation. Lana released her brother's arm, and looked towards Galahad and Gawain. "Can you believe it's been so long since we've married?" Guinevere's eyes brightened up and sparkled in the dusk filled air. "It's been fourteen months, but it feels like yesterday," Arthur mumbled, Guinevere touched her husbands cheek and kissed him softly. Lana elbowed Galahad when she passed him, and taking a seat next to Gawain on the table, Lana kissed his cheek softly. Gawain turned, and smiling, he held up his filled arms. "Aw, Mama is finally here." Gawain voiced like a child, with his eyes wide, cradled his young child in his arms. The bright blue eyed girl laughed with that sweetly innocent voice, her pink cheeks light up as Lana took a hold of her. "Mara!" Lana shrieked softly as she tenderly put Mara on her legs, so she was able to face her young daughter. "Sweetheart have you been here all day with Daddy?" Lana asked, the baby giggled, causing Gawain's fulfilled smile grow wider. Touching the softest skin Lana had ever felt, she kissed his child's forehead. Gawain rolled his palm over Lana's back, as Galahad watched the baby, everyone watched the child laugh with her soft voice. Arthur and Guinevere approached, and the second Arthur spotted Mara, he leaned over, and kissed his niece. Lana picked her up, and allowed Arthur to hold her close. "Well, good news, we negotiated with Rome." Lana said, Arthur kept staring, his niece's bubbly face reminded him much of Gawain, but her temper was solely Lana's. The others looked up with their lips locked, Guinevere touched Arthur's back while looking at Lana's face. "Because of our debt with Rome is finished, and since we wiped out their definite enemy, we persuaded them to send a last carriage of supplies, and to forfeit this island, and another three-hundred and fifty miles of Britain." Guinevere with anticipation gripped to her husband, Arthur smiled while holding Mara. Lana looked at Arthur, her partner in crime when it came to trying to negotiate, since the Saxon's had been demolished, Lana and Arthur discussed to speak with Rome officials, and since Lana at once point worked for nearly five years in Rome, they pulled a few string, had a few favors, and was able to free some of Britain. Life returned into a twisted form of simple existence, weapons had found their way into shelter, only to be removed with sparing and dusting. Arthur still felt a piece of his heart fading with each day, Lancelot was more than a bother in arms, he held Lancelot higher than any being he'd known. The only comfort Arthur held was to see his friend in the after life, free without wars or Rome. Lana loved again, leaving Lancelot not behind, but in the depths of her soul. He was never replaceable, Gawain just happened to give her a life Lancelot was never capable of handing her. And her child Mara, was beyond precious with her joyous laughter many of the Knights saw their future in her eyes. Bors finally married Vanora under a dawn sky, his eyes watered, it had been the first time Bors cried for something happy. Vanora, was with their twelfth child as well. Everyone was happily present. Galahad, well, it seemed he was the only Knight to not have someone special, but with suspicion, every knew he had someone in hiding. They would never forget the ones they lost, Dagonet, Tristan, Lancelot and many others. But with what love they've found, and what promise each day brought, they learned how to cope. And coping with those you love, made each day grow easier to take. The end ((I'll write more of an ending soon, just wanted to update today! And thanks for reading, if you enjoy this, check out Beautiful Disaster (prequel) and another coming up fic within this series….. ALSO thanks to everyone who gave reviews and suggested things and had ideas, I love you all so very much!)) Yeah, sorry Lancy died, but in other fics I write, he won't! lol