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tamingthemuseTitle: Little mouse
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 340 - Mouse
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "There was once a little mouse...," started the Nimue softly.
The wind was blowing softly on the vast empty hill. The grass bending down as if falling asleep with the world. The sun was melting in the horizon, burning violently in the sea creating a giant pool of blood. Lancelot thought the scenery was appropriate on this evening. His hand clenched the letter a little tighter. He didn't need to read it to feel the words. He had spent his day going over every sentences again and again. He couldn't - wouldn't - believe it. Arthur was dead. The kingdom wounded. All of their dreams a pile of ashes.
"There was once a little mouse...," murmured Lancelot, closing his eyes slowly. "A very brave and noble little mouse...," his voice caught in his throat.
He laid his body down on the grass. He could feel a flower tickling his arm as the wind sent it against his skin.
"A little mouse...," he started again but could not go on. Times of stories were dead now. There was no use in pretending, in wanting, in trying. All was over.
He opened his hand to let the wind catch the letter and make it disappear too.
He emptied his mind and fell asleep.
---*---
"There was once a little mouse...," started the Nimue softly.
"A very brave and noble little mouse...," continued the little boy.
"I thought you were supposed to fall asleep," remarked the lady gently.
"I am. I'm lying down, I have my eyes closed. Ready to sleep." Lancelot gripped his cover a little tighter to prove his point. He was in bed.
Nimue laughed. "Alright. What about your mouth?"
"What about it?"
"It's talking."
"Maybe I talk during my sleep."
"And have conversation?"
Lancelot didn't reply.
"It's settled then. Body lying down still, eyes shut, and mouth closed. Only then will I tell you a story."
Lancelot shut his eyes a little tighter.
"There was once a little mouse. A very brave and noble little mouse. It was the mightiest mouse knight the mice kingdom had ever known. No one could defeat him because God was always on his side. The mouse knew this and made it his goal to follow and uphold God's words wherever he went.
The little mouse went on many travels across Britain to fight evil and restore the peace. It was his mission from the King. The King always trusted him with the most difficult battles and the worthiest combats. The King liked the little mouse very much and knew he would always be his best ally."
Lancelot's fingers relaxed, releasing the covers from their grip. Nimue kissed the boy's forehead.
"You will be the little mouse someday Lancelot. This is why you can never hear the end of this story...," she whispered gently before blowing the candle.
---*---
The sun had long disappeared on the horizon. Lancelot was still asleep on the hill. No one had come for him.
Nimue kneeled next to him.
"Rest in peace little mouse. You have deserved it."
She kissed his forehead.
"And do not worry too much. His work is not over and neither is yours. Stories will be told and your dreams will rise again."
She brushed some hair away from his face, stood up, and walked away.
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 340 - Mouse
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: "There was once a little mouse...," started the Nimue softly.
The wind was blowing softly on the vast empty hill. The grass bending down as if falling asleep with the world. The sun was melting in the horizon, burning violently in the sea creating a giant pool of blood. Lancelot thought the scenery was appropriate on this evening. His hand clenched the letter a little tighter. He didn't need to read it to feel the words. He had spent his day going over every sentences again and again. He couldn't - wouldn't - believe it. Arthur was dead. The kingdom wounded. All of their dreams a pile of ashes.
"There was once a little mouse...," murmured Lancelot, closing his eyes slowly. "A very brave and noble little mouse...," his voice caught in his throat.
He laid his body down on the grass. He could feel a flower tickling his arm as the wind sent it against his skin.
"A little mouse...," he started again but could not go on. Times of stories were dead now. There was no use in pretending, in wanting, in trying. All was over.
He opened his hand to let the wind catch the letter and make it disappear too.
He emptied his mind and fell asleep.
---*---
"There was once a little mouse...," started the Nimue softly.
"A very brave and noble little mouse...," continued the little boy.
"I thought you were supposed to fall asleep," remarked the lady gently.
"I am. I'm lying down, I have my eyes closed. Ready to sleep." Lancelot gripped his cover a little tighter to prove his point. He was in bed.
Nimue laughed. "Alright. What about your mouth?"
"What about it?"
"It's talking."
"Maybe I talk during my sleep."
"And have conversation?"
Lancelot didn't reply.
"It's settled then. Body lying down still, eyes shut, and mouth closed. Only then will I tell you a story."
Lancelot shut his eyes a little tighter.
"There was once a little mouse. A very brave and noble little mouse. It was the mightiest mouse knight the mice kingdom had ever known. No one could defeat him because God was always on his side. The mouse knew this and made it his goal to follow and uphold God's words wherever he went.
The little mouse went on many travels across Britain to fight evil and restore the peace. It was his mission from the King. The King always trusted him with the most difficult battles and the worthiest combats. The King liked the little mouse very much and knew he would always be his best ally."
Lancelot's fingers relaxed, releasing the covers from their grip. Nimue kissed the boy's forehead.
"You will be the little mouse someday Lancelot. This is why you can never hear the end of this story...," she whispered gently before blowing the candle.
---*---
The sun had long disappeared on the horizon. Lancelot was still asleep on the hill. No one had come for him.
Nimue kneeled next to him.
"Rest in peace little mouse. You have deserved it."
She kissed his forehead.
"And do not worry too much. His work is not over and neither is yours. Stories will be told and your dreams will rise again."
She brushed some hair away from his face, stood up, and walked away.
