Chapter 5-

Here is the next chapter. I do hope you like it. This is only a couple of years later, Lancelot is 18 and Guinevere is 13.

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"I think Papa is right, Lancelot," Guinevere, a beautiful young lady with beautiful, long red hair and almond shape, sapphire eyes, says as a giggle escapes her rosy lips.

"Right about what," Lancelot says without turning around to look at the novel child.

"We are to old for this," she points towards him even though he isn't looking. "You are too old for this my friend."

The tall, handsome young man stops and stares at Guinevere with his beautiful green eyes. He studies her for a second before he turns around and continues walking.

"If you no longer want to do this you know how to get back," he continues with a quicker pace. "I have never made you do anything you have never wanted to do."

"Lancelot, look at me," Guinevere says stopping in her tracks. "What is going on here? You know I was only joking."

Lancelot tenses before turning to her once more.

"There is something wrong," he says still not looking into her eyes. "I don't know what it is, but I can feel it in my soul."

"How is your grandma doing? It must be awful after your grandfather's death," Guinevere finally summons up all her courage and gets near him. She slowly lifts a hand up and softly caresses his face. "How are you doing?"

"I am fine," he says turning away from her touch. "How else should I be? And my grandmother, she is a strong woman, she will get through this. Just like she got through my parents death."

Lancelot turns and once again continues his journey but stops when he doesn't feel Guinevere's presence near him. He turns and he finds himself surrounded by darkness and no sight of the young girl he has always looked after.

"Why wont you talk to me?" he hears the whispered words before feeling empty inside.

…..

The thirteen year old girl jumps up from her bed with a start.

Something was terribly wrong.

'Lancelot,' she thinks before climbing down her windows vine, and running down the path that leads into town.

The robe she had only seconds to through on, billows behind her speeding body. The wind whips around making her beautiful, long, red hair go from side to side. Hitting her face every once in a while.

But that doesn't slow her down.

And through all this she doesn't care. Something was wrong and all she knows is that her best friend and protector needs her by his side.

As she turns the corner into town she sees it. The glowing orange inside her friend's family store.

'No,' she thinks.

She runs to the towns square and pulls as hard as she can on the town's bell. The bell which was place there to call everyone in town to the needs of the townspeople. And to whatever dangers where around.

Not so far away Lancelot is on his way back home. He was surprise to find out that Guinevere, his supposed best friend, had left him there to deal with his feelings.

It was at times like these that he missed his other best friend. Arthur always knew how to deal with him and his moods.

But he was gone now. Never to come back again. Maybe they'll meet again, but who knows. With the way things were going he'll be lucky to live to see another year.

His thoughts are soon disrupted as he hears the towns emergency bell ring throughout the still darkness.

'No' he thinks before running home. The emotion of terror filling his being.

"What is going on," a man says coming out of his home seconds after the bell was rang.

Guinevere can't speak because of her feeling of dread. All she is able to do is point into the shops window. The town's mayor sees the light growing and runs to the door of the shop.

He sees the door's window is broken in and carefully opens the door only to find the lifeless body of an elderly woman on the shops quickly burning floor.

The man turns to scream out for more men to help, and that is how Lancelot finds things. He sees an inadequate dressed Guinevere staring towards his family shop and her hand clamp over her mouth.

She turns around and lets a out a sob when she sees her best friend running towards her.

"What…" Lancelot begins once he reaches her side only to stop when he sees the town people trying to extinguish the now inferno coming from the small shop. "No!"

"Lancelot," Guinevere says trying to grab her best friend, but he just slips out her arms.

"No, my grandmother," he runs towards the front of the shop and tries to run in.

"Stay back, Lancelot," the mayor says trying to push him away.

"But my grandmo…"

The mayor shakes his head from side to side as a sad look takes over his features.

"I am sorry son, but…"

"No," Lancelot says trying to push his way pass the mayor.

The mayor signals for someone to come over and Lancelot soon finds himself engulf in a tight embrace by someone a lot smaller than him.

"Let us leave them to their work," Guinevere says softly steering her best friend away from the flames. "We will just burden them if we stand to close."

At that moment Guinevere's father comes galloping as fast as he could. He and his wife were woken by the distant sound of bells and were not surprise to find their daughter missing from her bed. He quickly reassured his frantic wife before climbing onto his horse and heading into town as fast as the horse is capable to move.

"Guinevere, Lancelot what is going on…" he stops when he sees the flames coming out of the town's shop. "Lancelot…" he begins as he jumps of his horse, a sad look crosses his face, but stops when his daughter signals for his silence.

He then notices his daughter tightly wrap around the young man, trying to reassure him of something but he knows better. It was in the air.

Someone has died tonight.

It has been three days since the death of Lancelot's grandmother and he has lost it all. His grandparents are now dead and his family shop is now in ashes.

He was alone and broken.

He has nowhere else to go.

No one to stay here for.

He was alone.

That is what he thinks as they spread his grandmother's ashes around the town's gardens, the place she loved the most while alive.

Guinevere has tried to get near him once more but he keeps on shrugging her embrace away. Now she stiffly stands beside him. Her arm twitching to touch him, and comfort him.

Before the ceremony is over Lancelot walks away without saying a word to anyone. Guinevere just watches him go knowing that soon it will be the last time she will see him.

….

That night the two friends meet for the last time near the edges of town. Guinevere stands up from the rock she was resting on when she sees Lancelot approach the area she has been waiting on.

"Leaving without saying goodbye," she says letting him know she was there.

Lancelot jumps high and his right hand goes over his chest, right above his heart.

"You almost gave me a heart attack Guinevere," he says turning to her.

"Serves you right," she answers coldly before continuing in a softer voice. "What are you doing Lancelot? Do you honestly think that running away is going to solve all your problems?" she finishes crossing her arms over her chest.

"I am not running away Guinevere," he says but continues when she raises an eyebrow at him. "Well I am not. I am moving out. Moving on."

"What," she asks softly. "Where?"

"I don't know where, Guinevere. All I know is that there is nothing here for me. There is nothing here for me to stay for," he finishes looking out into the road.

But he feels her stiffen.

"Well, I see," she answers sourly making him look at her. She nods when he looks at her. "Then I wish you the best."

"Guinevere I didn't mean it that way," Lancelot says walking towards her now retreating form.

"It isn't," she says turning to face him. "Fine maybe it did sound harsher than you meant it, but it doesn't make it any less true. I wish you will find your peace Lancelot, because it is obvious that you wont find it here. Good luck."

She then turns and starts walking as fast as she can away from him. Lancelot soon catches her and turns her around to face him. It is then that he sees the tear stains on her rosy cheeks.

It is then that he is filled with an overwhelming feeling.

And most importantly it is then that he gives her, her first kiss.

It was a soft kiss.

It was a loving kiss.

One with promise of a future that will never be, and that filled both of their souls.

So merry Christmas to all. I just hope that you enjoyed this chapter. BTW, Arthur(Chris) will soon be back in this story.

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