“Don’t be, this’ll be lots of fun for us, not everyday one goes exploring.”
Feebly, the knight fought with his helmet, trying to get it off. “Please,” he rasped. “You must.”Sighing, Summer brushed past Arthur and helped the fallen knight. She held the helmet in her hands, looking over the revealed face. Young, blue-eyed, pale curly hair limp with sweat, Much like Arthur, in fact. He lay supporting himself on one elbow, looking up at Arthur with pleading eyes.
“If you don’t, it all begins again,” he said.
Arthur was almost taken back with how much they almost looked alike. Was this some weird test? A test to show one’s courage and strength. Was it something that if he did end up killing this fallen knight. In such a honorable still, would he be damning himself in a odd way?
Looking at Summer, he turned to her. “What do you believe I should do? I don’t wish to kill a fellow knight, not one so fallen and can accept defeat so graciously.”
Gently, she touched the crumpled edges of the fallen knight’s armor. “I — I don’t know.”
“Please,” he begged, voice cracking. Summer bowed her head, wishing desperately that Arthur accepted magic, so she could tell him how strongly the knight felt about this. Not that she wanted to kill him either, but it seemed to mean so very much to him.
“Let’s — maybe it’s not a killing blow. If we help him … ” She looked up to Arthur.