DEVOTION - THE WEEPING MONK [PART 2 COMING IN AUGUST 2023]

LANCELOT POINT OF VIEW

He now stood outside the green knight tent unsure to walk in. The emotion he was feeling he had never felt before. It felt like his whole body was screaming in pain, fighting a feeling he didn't want to feel or sense. Regret. . Remorse. . . all topics he didn't want to feel at the moment. He couldn't keep his eyes off her when they took her away, neither can she. He remembers Gwen when he first met her. A fighter who fought to her limit but ended up defeated. All this time, she was there everywhere. He knows that Gwen can inform them where the witch wolf-blood is. There is nothing more than asking information from her about the witch. He kept repeating to himself refusing these other emotions overwhelming him. Emotions, he never thought he could ever feel. They were a lot alike, both no stranger to loneliness. The whispers inflamed his anger, fear, and love.

He met her and the brief moment she was all that existed in his Darkness. For the first time in as long the only image that haunted him was the ghosts of her. A tidal wave of emotions swarmed him, he didn't want this. He never wished for this to happen. He hated himself for feeling this way. He devoted himself to saving souls, Father Carden told him he must do this to save souls, everything she kept saying stuck in his mind. He didn't know what to do. He is hurt and lost. He needs help.

He entered the tent seeing the green knight tied, sitting on the chair. Covered in blood, cuts and bruises all over his body. What has he done?

"Don't be afraid, Ash man." The green knight spoke causing him to frown upon him addressing him formally causing him to pause.

"Those eyes. The mark of the ash folk. There haven't been any in these lands for centuries and last, I heard there was only one tribe left in a small unknown area just off britannia but all of them were slaughtered about ten years ago, I'm guessing that's where you came from, so how did you find your way here?" He continued. He turned around to face him. He was right. He observed him cautions thinking what to say.

"Have you just come to watch me die?" The green knight blurts, groaning from intense pain.

"Why didn't you tell them?" He spoke, softly. He needed an answer. Why didn't he say anything? "Before... you could have told them but you didn't. Why?" He watched as he groaned once more from intense pain. "Because all fey are brothers." He then continued. "Even the lost ones."