Chapter 4. Taking The Fall
As Jack watched Weston crumble to dust, he knew in his heart that the Camelot of old was dead. He knew that a battle raged outside and that his beloved knight was in the middle of it. The stain was not a spot, it was a dye that tainted everything. There were still a few points of light that existed though. Yvonne and Graham, their love so chaste. The children that survived with the hope of returning to a better home.
Brian.
The boy he had needed without truly knowing it. His loving defender with stormy eyes. The jewel of his heart worth more than anything he had ever had the opportunity to steal. The one who, now that he'd had time to think it through, was a blessing from Magick itself. If that was not something pure, the enchanter could think of nothing else that was.
The Lady of the Lake came to speak with him. Her words became painful when she told him the battle was over and there was nothing he could do for his companions. In that instant, he knew it meant his Brian had fallen also. His heart clenched painfully and when she finally finished speaking, the enchanter banished her, his mind finally made up about what to do.
With heavy steps, Jack knelt before the Holy Grail and spoke his words carefully.
"I have never proved myself worthy. I cannot do so now. I beg this gift for those that cannot ask it. Undo this madness and do with me what you will."
He barely hesitated between finishing his offer and touching the chalice. The moment it connected with his fingers, though, he felt a gentle warmth rush through him. Without ever truly knowing how, he knew it was Magick. It filled him with hope and in that moment, Jack knew his request had been granted. He knew that Brian would be waiting for him when he left the cavern.
There was no other feeling that could compare with that... save the moment, he came out and saw his knight kneeling in the crowd.