Oh, new reviewers! I'm so glad you're liking my pieces! Many, many, many thanks for all of you who waste a little time reading this!
And for this one, I have seven drabbles. Yes, seven! Someone is getting bold here, huh?
Shevaun: Thank you! I'm glad you liked both of versions!
Eshlyn Kar: Thanks, hun! I didn't have time to review your last two chapters, but I will!
Calliann: Gold stars and cookies? You're spoiling me! Thanks once again, dear! And you should give Galahad a chance, he can be so sweet! He's the one who makes me company when my beloved Lancelot is flerting with Guinevere! (winks)
Cardeia: I'm glad you liked! I see Galahad as the only one among the Knights who would still believe in something else than what he sees around him - he believes he can have his purity back - but i must agree with you: he's absolutely intense!
Oh, and I forgot to mention this in my last review to your Dust and Devils: DORY! (winks)
Wanderer of the Roads: Thanks, hun! I'm really glad you're enjoying my pieces! You know, at the beginning was a little hard to tell something in just 100 words, but now I'm so used that I'm actually having problems to write the longer chapters to my other story!
And about practising with swords, well... I'm trying to write a battle scene for my other story, but my small vocabulary about fight is not helping... but as soon as a resolve this problem, I'll see what I can do in 100 words! (winks)
Title: Above Us Only Sky - set of 7 drabbles
Word Count: 100 each one
Summary: A sunset – and a drabble - for each one of the knights.
Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one. My beloved 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 help me pointing at any error you find!
Any feedback will always be welcome, so please, review and let me know what you think!
And before you ask: No, everything doesn't happen at the same time! It's a different sunset, in a different day, for each one of them! And they're not supposed to be related one to another; they're random moments in the life of each one of the knights.
KA100 Challenge #6: Picture prompt (a picture of a beautiful sunset)
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Galahad:
The Sun was coming down, an orange ball of light starting to hide behind the hills of Britain. Galahad watched from his window the dark clouds that were starting to gather in the sky, the many shades of blue forming a beautiful scene in front of his eyes. He sighed as the memory started to come. He closed his eyes, letting the image took over his mind. Evergreen fields painted in gold by the sunlight. The last time he saw the sunset from home. No matter how hard Britain tried, this place would never be as beautiful as his Sarmatia.
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Gawain:
The battle was ending when Gawain heard a scream. It was a Woad running straight to him, but when he turned around, the sun going down right behind the Woad blinded him. Unable to see the attack, Gawain closed his eyes waiting for a strike that never came. Gawain opened his eyes and saw the Woad dead, with an arrow in his back. Looking around, something bright caught his eyes. It was Galahad, armor shining at the sunlight, bow in hand, a wide grin in his face. Trust Galahad to be a knight in shining armor when Gawain needed most.
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Dagonet:
It was almost nightfall, and the knights were camping. They had met a group of Woads in the previous day, and everybody was fine except for Bors, who had been hit by an arrow. Dagonet finished to clean his friend's wounds and sat beside him. Dagonet smiled. The always so loud knight was sleeping quietly. He couldn't deny the silence was welcome, but his smile formed more from relief. The sun was going down, another day was ending. Another day Dagonet and the knights had survived. And tomorrow he would awake having the loud laugh of his best friend back.
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Bors:
They were away from the Wall for almost a month, and Bors was growing impatient to come back. Although he would never admit to anyone, he missed Vanora like hell. Sitting at the safe spot Tristan had found for the camp, Bors tried to relax. In the sky, he saw the sun coming down, its warm fire bringing Vanora back to his mind. Her red hair burning like fire. Her touch burning his skin like fire. Her passion burning his heart like fire. As long as he had her by his side, the sun would never come down for him.
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Tristan:
Tristan was riding in another scout mission for Arthur, but he hadn't found any sign of Woads yet. It was almost dusk, and everything was calm, so calm that the other knights would have called this a boring mission. Not Tristan. He loved to ride in the golden light of the evening. Tristan was an untamed creature like his hawk, and his place was in the wild. When the Romans had taken him, they had beaten him up, tried to tame him, all in vain. Watching the sunset, Tristan smiled to himself. He knew Rome would never cage his soul.
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Lancelot:
Sitting at the top of the Wall, Lancelot sighed. He didn't remember why they had argued this time, but he remembered he didn't leave anything intact in Arthur's room. He was becoming good at throwing things, and Arthur was becoming good at ducking right on time. A small smile formed in Lancelot's lips, growing wider when he felt a familiar hand on his shoulder. He knew the other man would come. Arthur sat beside Lancelot, and they quietly watched the sunset. Lancelot knew the meaning of that comfortable silence. No matter what came between them, nothing would break their bond.
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Arthur:
It rained for weeks, the gray weather matching Arthur's soul. Now it had stopped, and Arthur was in the cemetery, watching the sunset. Looking around, a spot drew his attention. A hole in the ground, almost an open grave. The place Arthur had burned his best friend. He closed his eyes, uselessly fighting back the tears. He would give anything to have Lancelot by his side, watching the sunset with him one last time. Feeling a strong east wind blowing his hair, Arthur opened a wooden box, casting the ashes in the air. Lancelot would finally find peace. And freedom.