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Her beauty was elemental. She was fire and she was ocean. She was air and she was earth, and you just had to be in the same room as her to sense that wild spirit and be enchanted by it.
Thus did I turn my back on Camelot and Dumnonia, and on Britain herself. Let armies tear each other apart. Let the gods sow chaos and reap souls. I did not care.
A sound in the forest stills me. A predator? From the corner of my eye I watch. Wait. A fawn, foraging amongst the forest flowers. No enemy of mine. I am all quickness again, darting from bough to bough, seeking like a breeze amongst the green canopy.
Vigilance. Fleetness. Agility. These are mine. Another sound. I stiffen. There. I see them.
They had taken her from me again. And so I would go back despite having sworn that I never would. I was Lancelot, son of Ban and lord of battle. They had taken her from me. And I was going to war.
