I lay upon a once beautiful knoll. It is barren due to battle, bodies now take the place of flowers. Blood replaces the nectar. Such foolishness, that the young and gullible serve the old and their stupid grudges and ambitions for power. Or follow a leader who was so hellbent on vengeance that he was blinded to the wellbeing of those around 'em. I entered this battle alone despite the odds. I have defeated the enemy my body covered in wounds and vision fading. Will I die? Am I scarred of death? ....No. I wish to face punishment for my sins. However I will not be let off so easily. I will not allow myself to die. Not yet. after all regardless if the people of Camelot trust and love me like the other knights....I still have have a promise to keep...until I see her again. Until I have done my part. There is no rest for me. I will keep her home safe. Even if I must endure horrific wounds like these, I cannot stop being this country's shield and sword. Whether the people trust me or not, love me or not. I will keep my promise.I will not fail again. Never again....
