•Tangled• Sir Lancelot

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DESTINEY RANG LOUD IN Lancelot's ears, piercing through to every fibre and fissure within, as he departed the forest Painted in scattered dawn—though his blood sang blessed sonnets, though his bones cried out in yearning, though his heartbeat for her alone, Aurora Teresi's heart was not meant to beat in tune with his own.

BEFORE THE SUN COULD rise and paint the skies before the dawn could open her eyes of jade fire and unknowingly convince him to cast words of destiny to the stars above, Lancelot du Lac slipped away into brume-scattered trees. He knew not where he was heading, but he knew that wherever that might be, for the sake of her own existence, Aurora could not be of the destination.

LANCELOT KNEW NOT HOW much time had passed him by, only that the world beyond seeming pale in comparison to the shining city of Camelot, and the weight of all that could've been seemed to crush him into dust. He feared that, perhaps, this would be his forevermore, but as if guided by faith itself, Lancelot stumbles upon a tower midst of the forests foliage and finds It to be occupied by none other than a maiden with unnaturally long hair. A young maiden who couldn't be much younger than he, crowned in a halo of innocence and light he had long since gone without.

BEING THE FIRST STRANGER she had ever before seen, the only source of human interaction beyond that of her mother Gothel, she pleads with him to take her to see the floating lights ascending the night sky above the kingdom of Corona (a fair and true ally of his beloved Camelot), a phenomenon which appears every year, but only on the night of her birthday. Her eyes sparkled far greater than the stars above, illuminated with glories weight of a dream—a weight which he understood far to will—and to spare her from the disappointment of never achieving that which you yearn for, the young man agrees.

NOW FREE OF HER own gilded cage, the impossible long-haired maiden and the dishonoured knight set out on a journey riddled with surprises, magic, and a danger lurking in the shadows closest to her—and along the way, the broken man begins to find the lighthearted Joy he'd once known again within her eyes.

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All credit for this story goes to the lovely starkovnas for they are the ones to come up with the plot and the book series I am just the one writing this one