"I'm your lover!" Guinevere said. The little stood beside him on the ledge of a rock wall in Liones, with a knowing smile, with eyes that hold more then someone their age should know. Lancealot didn't know how to react, for Guinevere saw the future after all. "Thought.. there is someone else" The girl mutter on. "She'll will come later. Someone who runs from the life chosen from her-by the fait of her parents loyalty and walk straight into you—you will choose her.... She'll take you away from me" At the shift of the girl voice made lancelot eyes wided before he could say anything, Guinevere continue, a smile on her face "but don't worry. I'll take care of them!- I'll k*ll them. After that it will be me and you!"

Since that day, the little girl's words didn't leave him. Even as it's been mouths since. He was already apart of the prophecy of the four knights of the apocalypse, he didn't need another. 'someone will take you away from me.' he didn't know whom, or what she ment. Honestly he didn't want to know or even look for this 'someone.' even if it was destiny, they'll be killed in the end

Now, on a stretch of land between kingdoms, lancelot had gone ahead of the others, scotting as he lifted did, moving through the edge of a small town, where Arthur's knights has passed through not long before. The place still carries the after math—broken fences, burnt out homes.

He traveled down a narrow, uneven pathway on the tree row of the village. That's when he heard it. Almost clumsy, frantic running, coming his direction. He shifted his position, stepping into cover just before a figure broke through the trees. A girl, covering themselves tightly with a cloak, stumbled over the uneven path way, clearly exhausted, stoping for a moment to catch their breath. From behind her the sound of knights followed after the girl. Camelot's knights. Clearly the woman was running away from the knights..

he stepped back out just as soon as the knights broke through the trees, lancelot placing himself between the knights and the girl. But the knights only cared about her. The fight was quick. Within moments, Arthur's knights, clearly not trained enough, were down.

Only then did he turn to the girl again. She stood there, watching him. For some reason he couldn't explain this faint feeling in him. There was something familiar in the way their eyes looked at another. Lancealot expression change, shaking off the thought.... The small voice of Guinevere's words echoing again...

"Are you alright?"