Last challenge was quite hard for me to write, so I did just one piece. But this week I have already two in this post!
Again, two pieces asking to be together! And again, my beloved Lancelot asking to be here!
Hope you enjoy the read, 'cause I always enjoy myself while writing him!
Calliann: Yes, Dagonet! He was the one in my mind for the previous piece! Thank you for your kind words, I'm always happy when I read your reviews!
Cardeia: Thank you! I thought the previous quote very hard to do! I even had to ask my English teacher some help to understand it fully. I'm glad you liked!
Titles: First Sight/ Last Sight
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 #5:
Behind Walls of Stone
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First Sight
Lancelot was stuck with the view in front of him. A huge wall made of stones. Hadrian's Wall. The place where he would live for the next fifteen years. Lancelot wondered what life in Britain would be. Behind the wall, a whole new world, full of blood, waited for him. Fight for Rome was his destiny, but could he expect something more than survive? Lancelot blinked and waved the foolishness away. Just survive wouldn't be enough. He would be a knight, not a mere slave. He was Lancelot, son of Sarmatia. That was more than any Roman would ever be.
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Last Sight
When the arrow reached his chest behind his armor, Lancelot knew he wouldn't survive. His job here was done. Falling to the ground, Lancelot stared at the wall in front of him. Hadrian's Wall. The place where he had became a man. Behind that wall, he had bedded his first woman, got drunk for the first time and had his first hangover. There, he found friends to call family, and a commander to call brother. There, he had lived fifteen years, as a slave, fighting for Rome. There, he was dying, but now as a free man, fighting for home.