•Tangled• Sir Lancelot

•chapter i•

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There trekking through the forest was a young man, his chocolate brown hair appearing a golden brown when the bright hue of the early morning light hits his dark locks, his chainmail shining in every direction, his newly sharpened sword-swinging side to side in motion with each stride his long strong legs made.

The young man had the looks of what people would say would have young maidens falling at their feet for him, that the young handsome man could have anyone he wanted, but sadly his heart belongs to a young golden-haired maiden, but her heart did not belong to him but to the prince of his beloved city Camelot. And for that, his heart ached with pain and the realization that he would never have the girl he loves in his strong arms.

The young man they called Lancelot du Lac sighed with a heavy heart as he makes his way through the thick forest beads of light appearing when the light weaves its way throw the long branches and leaves. His long legs dodging the tree roots scattered among the rough forest floor. His location: unknown, he hopes to find his calling again for his dream to become a knight of Camelot was crushed when he lied about his status and got caught, even though after defeating a great beast (as though they say, but Lancelot knows the real hero, was his warlock friend Merlin) and afford a place among Camelots knights Lancelot being the honourable man he is, does not believe he deserved the great reward and left Camelot to find his new calling.

Tired and weary Lancelot leans against a dark oak tree, watching the singing forest birds fly by as he rests for the moment, forced to sell his horse for money and a place to stay he is forced to walk intel he can afford a new stallion, to help him with his journey.
Lancelot's eyebrows furrow when he noticed a large mountain cliff across from him, dark green vines laying loosely on the rock. that's not what confused him but the way the wind was pushing the vines of what looked like into the rock. Curious Lancelot rises drawing his sword from its sheath (for it's better to be cautious than left venerable) makes his way towards the rock connected to the large cliff that he dwells at the bottom of, using his iron sword to push the vines aside reviling a hidden passageway into a hidden cave, look around himself before he slowly enters the cave making his way to whatever it leads to. After walking for about two minutes Lancelot comes across a cave opening and finds a great in a closed area hidden among the thick trees and the long cliff stood a tall tower in the middle of this medo.

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Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

As always please forgive me for any mistakes