Lancelot Fate Go Novels & Stories

Lancelot had been particularly idle these past few days. Earlier that day, while eating at a tavern, he had overheard people at the next table plotting to kill the king. Without hesitation, he had scurried over excitedly. Upon learning that a heroic figure like Commander Morris had been killed, he was instantly filled with righteous indignation. Mostly, though, it was because he had heard from Fred and the others that Commander Morris had been Henry's close friend. In that case, he had to do his part.

He was not an officer, but a brother for now. "He is fine. Just dehydrated. We have transfused IV with essential liquids. He needs to stay for three more hours and then you can take him home Officer. He just needs rest. Take care, excuse me. I will be in my chamber if you need me". The doctor smiled warmly and went to his room. Conrad slumped on the chair while the boys sighed in relief. "How many days left"? He asked no one but Jasper knew the question. "Next week is the last. And then the Gear Ceremony on Saturday". He told him.

Lancelot kept a straight face and mumbled to himself, "Damien would rather die than tell me about Darryl's background. It seems like Darryl is extraordinary, indeed. Nonetheless, once he became our target, he would never survive it." Then, Lancelot looked at the pond and was sure that Damien had drowned. Then, he quickly turned around and left.

He said “Have you ever seen a dead body Rillon? A dead child?” Rillon looked at him and narrowed his eyes. Uther noted he at least had the sense to keep his no doubt witty reply to himself. James walked in, bowed and passed Uther a herbal remedy with he turned his nose up at but drank none the less. “It’s got worse.” He said to Jelric. “What has your leg or the attacks?” “Both.” Uther admitted taking another sip of the bitter drink. “Well we have some news that will cheer you up…” Rillon said “We have a Fate, here in the castle.”

After the event she planned to drink herself to stupor in her chambers and with her husband. Lancelot was seated on his throne, adorned in his royal robe and dressed elegantly, to please his Luna. Yet, as he sat in the seat, he wanted nothing more than to go over to Garrett and hold him by his throat until every life in him was lost. But, he couldn't do that just yet, a more unbearable punishment was waiting for him.

I exhaled a breath I don't know I have been holding in. "As I told him, his trip would be just like the first one...fruitless. They have their minds made up and there is nothing this trip would do" she related to us. "You told him that?" I asked in disbelieve. "I did" she gave us water and sat down on one of the couches "Lancelot is a very adamant man, just like his father" Why would Lance want to go against the heeding of the witch just to get himself killed? What is wrong with that man? What if anything goes wrong all because of his disobedience?

Rivera said, looking at Anita who is still sleeping. "She's a wandering ghost," Lotus said. "You'll make more friends soon. Your real fate is just about to start. You clocked 2,500 today" Rivera said. "I felt it," Lotus replied. "You were destined to be banished, it's part of your fate to be castled out, but it might just be a cruel fate" Rivera said. "Cruel fate? I don't understand" "You can't understand right now Lotus, find out yourself" Rivera said and the wide arms of her robe spread as she pointed her arm at Lotus.

Lancelot demands, his clawed fingers itching at his side, ready to tear the world apart at a moment's notice. "He is terrified," I say, reading the words aloud so my voice fills every corner of the vast room. "'Cecelia, you have won the council's mind, but you cannot win a war against the old magic. Stop your advance now, pull back the rogue army, and I will deliver Lucas's head to your feet on a silver platter before the sun sets tomorrow.'" Lancelot lets out a dark, low laugh that rattles the glass in the window frames. "The old bastard is trying to sell out his own puppet to save his neck," Lancelot spits, his golden eyes blazing with lethal amusement. "He realizes he miscalculated your s

“What do you think the spies inside my island would do?” “Take over your island…?” “Correct.” He said while pointing his finger at me. “You see, I told you about that event we have once in a year, right?” “…?” “Correct. Do you know who’s the one who started all this?” “I think I heard it before… But… isn’t one of the twelve apostles just a legend…?” “He’s real— and I received his blessings.” “......!” I don’t know whether he is telling the truth or not— if this is a lie, this is way too overboard. However, if this is the truth…

The night grows deeper and the only sounds in the room continues to be their contineous moans and groans together with their heavy breaths. At this moment, the only thought running through Zarie's mind is that everything is in the right order for her and nothing can take it from her. Not even death or any other mortal. Hmmm... But no one can dictate what the future holds because the puzzle of fate is surely complicated, more twisted than we can ever imagine. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.