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Post by Alistair on Dec 1, 2011 14:31:27 GMT -5
Alistair walked the streets with his horse. He wasn’t completely sure why he was here with his horse; but the dream he’d had last night had not only awoken him but left him damn restless. There was a stillness in the air this dawn; and it left him unsettled. On edge. Whatever evil was going to come their way; and lead up to his dream; was going coming in the next few months.
Camelot would fall. He knew it; and he’d seen the Pendragon witch on her throne. Alistair wouldn’t tell his princess; he knew how she’d react and this wasn’t something you could change. The sound of a cart had him looking down the market street to see the sad little sight of the woman dragging her cart. It was too heavy for her; but from what was told she had to leave or be put to death.
Behold the Pendragon’s mercy at its greatest. Alistair moved forward so his horse blocked her path.
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Post by Guinevère on Dec 1, 2011 15:06:18 GMT -5
She was so stupid! Why had she even let herself go? What had she been thinking?! She had loved Lancelot once, and loved him greatly but sheâd learned that there were two types of love, the one you had youâre your friends and family and for a man like Lancelot. Then there was the soul touching love that you had for the man you were meant to be with. Only now she wasnât meant for anything. She wasnât even sure where to go.
Her whole life was Camelot, and the city. Sheâd come here as a child and never left the kingdom except for a few times to visit. She wasnât sure how to read maps, or what towns were safe. The woods frightened her and she didnât even know were to start walking toward.
Not that it mattered. Before she even made it out of the city, someone ahd blocked her path. She knew the face, even if heâd covered it with unmanaged scruff and hair. Sheâd been kidnapped once and this was the man behind it. Him and his friend. She wasnât even afriad of him right now, almost welcoming any harsh words or looks anyone should give herâat the same time, she avoided them.
Guinevère sat the cart down, since it was too heavy to hold, and waited for him to move, not looking to his face. Nor speaking. Just waiting for him to move so she could leave, and not face any one. Not see their faces.
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