[2] WEEPING MONK║you're not what I was looking for

72| Arianne and Lancelot - II

{Meant to post on Christmas but I'm sick and I forgot 🤣 anyway here you go 😄}

[TW/ Blood. Major wounds. More blood. Major character death]

The wait for the cart as Ari counted each of Lancelot's infrequent wheezing breaths was fear filled agony. More and more of the wounded were on their feet, looking rightfully shocked, and the earth stayed connected to Lancelot of its own volition. Ari didn't have to intervene, though the veins of gold that spread over his skin were becoming overtaken by the blue of the Ash stone. She didn't understand. Once this war was done and Lancelot was by her side again, they could sleep for a week and then ask their questions.

The how and why didn't matter just yet.

Grass rustled underfoot. Ari's attention whipped up to find Uther, bloodied, looking down at them. More composed than the last time that she'd looked in his eyes, when she'd saved his back from the pierce of a Paladin sword.

Arthur arrived out of breath with an empty cart and a huffing horse nimble enough to pull a light load, fast. Others that Ari recognised the faces of but didn't know their names brought saddled horses.

"Gather the Paladins." Grass squelched beneath her boots. She didn't have the patience to be curt with Uther as she rose. "Put them in restraints."

Uther's eyes bounced between her, the horses and the males who crouched to surround Lancelot. "Where are you going?"

"To save his life," she sneered as if challenging him to try and stop her. If it was empathy that softened the corners of his eyes, she'd never be certain. "Everyone better be here when I return."

The Red Spear strode up to her side and faced off with Uther, her axe still dripping by her side. "We will make sure of it." Ari knew she could trust Red and her raiders to keep Uther in line.

Gawain, Adrian, Hector, and Hanna who'd found them, together lifted Lancelot up, forcing him to groan out in pain as they picked him off of the ground. Ari winced at the sound and closed her eyes. She knew it was a good sign, one which meant that Lancelot was still alive, but without the earth beneath him now she didn't know how long he would last before reaching Avalon. She could barely stand, herself. Between her tears, the fight, and releasing her power, there wasn't much energy left to keep her upright.

They had to move fast.

The four placed Lancelot in the back of the rickety cart. He groaned out in agony again as his body flattened and his head rested upon a folded up blanket.

Ari jumped up and knelt beside him. "I've got you," she breathed as she placed her palm as close as she could next to his wound without disturbing the blood-soaked arrow, her other staying pressed to his cheek as the surreal trails of bluish glow from the Ash stone spread.