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tamingthemuseTitle: They had tried
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 349 - Radius
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: Arthur was the centre of the world. They all resented it.
He had stolen their children one by one...
Arthur was the centre of the world. They all resented it.
He had stolen their children one by one, never letting them the hint of a chance. They all knew this, they had always known it, and yet they had all dared hope. They had devised plans. But what weight did any of their voices could ever have against the blinding light of Camelot, of dreams and promises of glories? They had all tried. They had all failed.
Morgause could still remember her first born leaving the Okrney islands. She hadn’t minded it much. Gawain had always been a failure to her. She hadn’t been strong enough to mould him properly, she had been too young. She had even been happy to see him leave. It was one less bother for her and it had meant that he couldn’t influence his brothers anymore. But Aggravain had followed his footsteps soon after. Her strong and sturdy son had left her alone. She then had known that she would lose the others as well. What weight could she have against the stories of adventures, ladies, and luxuries? She had tried. She had failed.
Elaine had wanted to keep her son close to her forever. He had been the only reminder of her time with Lancelot, the only gift he had ever given her. He had been a little bundle of light that had made her smile again, that had made her go on living. She had nursed him dearly, devoted all of her person to him and poured endless love in each of her embrace, but even then she had always known deep in her heart that she was fighting a loosing battle. She could see as Galahad was growing up that he could never stay with her, his mind was elsewhere, dedicated to higher purposes. What weight could she have against the call of the Grail? She had tried. She had failed.
Herzeloyde had tried the hardest. She had cut herself and her son from civilisation, burying them deep into the forest. She had thought it would keep him away from the irresistible pull of Camelot, teach him to enjoy a simple life of daily pleasure none of the knights could ever understand. He would be happy, but most importantly he would be safe. None of the madness of chivalry and quests could ever touch him within the protection of the nature. But shining knights had come to shatter her life. She should have known better. Knights were always trouble and they always found her. They came in their full armour and dazzled her son. She lost him. She couldn’t even really blame him. What weight could she have against the beauty of a strong stallion, and the power of a sword? She had tried. She had failed.
Arthur was the centre of the world. They all resented it.
But there was nothing they could do. He was the shining sun, the heart that made the country alive with dreams and endless possibilities. Even them knew better than hate him. They couldn't. The gods had chosen him. What weight could they have against the higher power of destiny, of rightness?
Fandom: Arthurian legends
Prompt: Prompt 349 - Radius
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: Arthur was the centre of the world. They all resented it.
He had stolen their children one by one...
Arthur was the centre of the world. They all resented it.
He had stolen their children one by one, never letting them the hint of a chance. They all knew this, they had always known it, and yet they had all dared hope. They had devised plans. But what weight did any of their voices could ever have against the blinding light of Camelot, of dreams and promises of glories? They had all tried. They had all failed.
Morgause could still remember her first born leaving the Okrney islands. She hadn’t minded it much. Gawain had always been a failure to her. She hadn’t been strong enough to mould him properly, she had been too young. She had even been happy to see him leave. It was one less bother for her and it had meant that he couldn’t influence his brothers anymore. But Aggravain had followed his footsteps soon after. Her strong and sturdy son had left her alone. She then had known that she would lose the others as well. What weight could she have against the stories of adventures, ladies, and luxuries? She had tried. She had failed.
Elaine had wanted to keep her son close to her forever. He had been the only reminder of her time with Lancelot, the only gift he had ever given her. He had been a little bundle of light that had made her smile again, that had made her go on living. She had nursed him dearly, devoted all of her person to him and poured endless love in each of her embrace, but even then she had always known deep in her heart that she was fighting a loosing battle. She could see as Galahad was growing up that he could never stay with her, his mind was elsewhere, dedicated to higher purposes. What weight could she have against the call of the Grail? She had tried. She had failed.
Herzeloyde had tried the hardest. She had cut herself and her son from civilisation, burying them deep into the forest. She had thought it would keep him away from the irresistible pull of Camelot, teach him to enjoy a simple life of daily pleasure none of the knights could ever understand. He would be happy, but most importantly he would be safe. None of the madness of chivalry and quests could ever touch him within the protection of the nature. But shining knights had come to shatter her life. She should have known better. Knights were always trouble and they always found her. They came in their full armour and dazzled her son. She lost him. She couldn’t even really blame him. What weight could she have against the beauty of a strong stallion, and the power of a sword? She had tried. She had failed.
Arthur was the centre of the world. They all resented it.
But there was nothing they could do. He was the shining sun, the heart that made the country alive with dreams and endless possibilities. Even them knew better than hate him. They couldn't. The gods had chosen him. What weight could they have against the higher power of destiny, of rightness?
