This is my longest shot till now, I'm really excited to find out what you think!
Three drabbles in this chapter, but they are just one piece;
I tried to make each one stand by itself, but I'm not sure if it worked...
I feel like I'm cheating the rule of 100 words, but these three asked to be written together!
Calliann: I'm glad you liked the last one! I was afraid that it wouldn't be strong enough!
I feel that, being a small piece, it needs to have some strength or it will look incomplete, somehow...
And I still have your suggestion on mind, so I'll try to write at least one piece for each knight!
Oh, and I saw that you updated Duo Quadim! As soon as I find some time, I'll sit and review it properly, and your Priestess too!
And this piece is specially to Cardeia, inspired by sweet moments of friendship in her Cerys at Knight!
Titles: Blood - Grass - Wind
Word Count: 100 each one
Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one. Lancelot follows me everywhere because he wants, I'm not forcing him to anything!
Author's Notes: English is not my native language, so feel free to point at any errors!
Any feedback will always be welcome, so please, review and let me know what you think!
ka100 challenge #3:
"Dreams in the mist"
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Blood
The mist was all around Arthur, but even unable to see more than few feet in front of him, he knew where he was. He could recognize that place even with his eyes closed. A place that would always be marked in his heart. Though the rain had already washed it through the years, he still could see the blood. Blood that was sacred for him. Blood of Lancelot. Arthur fell on his knees - at the exactly place where Lancelot had fallen years ago - and let the tears fall. He would never had the chance to say good-bye.
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Grass
Arthur had no idea for how long he'd been there. He wasn't crying anymore – he felt like he didn't have more tears. Sitting there, surrounded by mist, touching the grass that was still red only for his eyes, he felt lonelier than ever.
"Why you had to leave me, old friend?"
"Leave you?"
Arthur was startled. Had he just heard Lancelot's voice? He looked around, but could only see mist.
"I could never leave you, and you should know that! I'm insulted with your lack of faith in me."
Yes, it was definitely Lancelot.
"I'm with you, old friend. Always."
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Wind
"Lancelot, where are you? Why can't I see you?"
"Probably because I'm dead and you're still alive... or maybe it's just the mist. I like this mist, actually. It's like we're so close the sky that we could touch the clouds!"
"Never heard you so peaceful…"
"It's peaceful here, old friend! I guess you and your disturbing God would even call this place Heaven..."
Arthur woke up in his bed with tears in his eyes. He looked through his window, the mist still there. He could swear the wind was whispering his name, and he whispered back.
"Good-bye, old friend."