A/N:: Hey everyone, this is my very first fanfic. So if it's kinda bleh, bare with me. And I highly appreciate constructive criticism , please don't be rude about it either, thanks. I will try my very best to go along with the movie. That's all for now.
Disclaimer: I don't think I would be writing a fanfic if owned this
Genre:: Humor/ General
Rating: PG…for now
Ethne meaning fire is my character that's being introduced. She's just a little girl that's about a few years younger than Lucan. So… sorry, no pairing with any of the knights. Well at least romantically.
Story Summary
In the depths of a bitter and solemn dungeon of Marius Honorius, three were found tortured for crimes they did not know of. The first, a woad woman. A great warrior, who would rule and unite two nation to become one. The second, a young boy barely of age, will grow to travel down a path unknown to him, yet has already been set. The third, a young girl also barely of age, who will change the life of a man whose life is promised to death.
Chapter One: Taking the Life of Bachelorhood
"I see and what will I be doing?" Gawain raised a questionable brow towards his fellow knight Lancelot.
"Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me." The curly hair man responded in triumph from the look that Gawain gave him.
Lancelot heard Gawain mutter something but he didn't hear. He was too busy thinking about the question Bors asked him earlier. What did he really want to do when he received the freedom he was denied to for so long. Looking into the distance of the common people around him, he saw two paths.
Did he desire for a loving wife and pestering children like the rest of the knights? Could he be affectionate after bloodshed of fifteen years? No. He couldn't. It wouldn't be as easy for him as it would be for Galahad. It was embedded through his skin and into his blood. There was only one left to choose, a life of bachelorhood, he will continue his womanizing ways and bastard as many children as possible. But he would never be the father figure. What would they ever learn from him besides taking a life of another?
Lancelot snapped out of his reverie and beckoned his horse forward next to his life friend and leader.
"What will you do, Arthur, when you return to your beloved Rome?"
"Give thanks to God that I survived to see it."
Lancelot smirked, "You and your God. You disturb me."
Arthur looked over to his friend said in the most serious tone yet. "I want peace, Lancelot. I've had enough. You should visit me."
"Tah." He responded looking away.
"It's a magnificent place, Rome. Ordered, civilized, advanced…" A small smile crept its way to Arthur's face.
"A breeding ground of arrogant fools?" Lancelot cut in.
"The greatest minds of all the land have come together in one sacred place to help make mankind free."
Lancelot looked annoyed by Arthur's last comment but then asked his friend with the trademark grin of his, "...And the women?
They both broke into fits of laughter and continued to trot towards Hadrian's Wall.
Inside the walls of Hadrian's Wall
"Welcome back, Arthur."
"Jols." Arthur acknowledges him.
"Lancelot." Jols nods to him
The knights dismounts from their horses. Arthur goes to handle Roman business while all the knights, except Bors, stand around.
Lancelot stand off to the side away from the crowd and observes the reuniting lovers.
Vanora greets Bors with a handful slap. "Where've you been? I've been waiting for you!"
Bors groans and replies, "Oh, my little fire... such passion." He grabs hold of the woman he's so passionately in love with and begins to kiss her aggressively.
Suddenly he breaks from Vanora and asks, "Where's my Gilly?"
Gilly comes running to his father and Bors picks up his beloved son. "Gilly. You've been fighting?"
"Yes."
"You've been winning."
"Yes." He response proudly.
Bors grins from cheek to cheek. "That's my boy. Come on, all my other bastards!"
Lancelot watch Bors and his bastard walk away from sight. There was so much love that it was suffocating and yet Lancelot had chose the life of meaningless sex and rejected love. He had chosen the life of a womanizing bachelor.
A/N:: That's all for now. Sorry this is short and eh, but it's sort of a prologue and I just wanted to make a point that Lancelot wants to have lots of bastards like Bors but not be a father like Bors. Makes sense? Till next time, chow!
