AN: This was a challenge MoonFox gave me to inspire me to start writing again :) So thank you Moon! She also helped by taking my rough draft and trimming it down to fit into a drabble, you rock Moon! :D I submitted this drabble for the drabble challenge 'The Chains That Bind Us' on HOC. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Yep still not mine! Dammit ;)
The Fall
Gorlois looked out upon the city of Camelot with forlorn eyes. The Knights of Camelot, in a typical battle formation, moved on the orders of King Uther.
Once, he considered Uther to be a friend. He had lost count of the number of battles they had fought side by side.
"READY!" Uther shouted, in a voice tinged with anger and madness.
Gorlois watched the knights prepare the trebuchet to fire. They loaded the weapon with large dark chains with iron balls attached to both ends. The chains themselves were further evidence of Uther's hypocrisy, as they were most assuredly magical in nature. They wouldn't completely bind the magic of the dragon, but instead, leave it severely weakened...vulnerable to mundane weapons.
A large shadow passed overhead. He looked up to see a enormous blue dragon fly past. Such beautiful creatures, he mused, as it flew over him. How could someone declare this magnificent creature as evil? Deep blue scales, the color of the ocean, glinted in the sun and created a kaleidoscope of varying blue reflected around the courtyard. How many dragons had his friend killed? There were rumours that now, only a few survived. Uther and the knights had became more proficient with each kill.
Once again, his reverie was interrupted by another shout from the king. "AIM!"
His thoughts turned to his beautiful wife. The love of his life...the most magnificent woman he had ever met: Vivienne. Uther knew she was a high priestess of the Old Religion, and Gorlois couldn't help wondering when the king would pass his judgement on her.
"FIRE!"
The tainted soul of the noble knight cringed. His hands...bathed in blood...pulled the lever and unleashed the dark projectile on the beautiful creature.
As if in slow motion, Gorlois watched. His fists were clenched hard enough to draw blood, as the horror unfold before his eyes.