Courage had always been Lancelot's greatest strength, and it remained steadfast as he took one step, and then another toward the gaping black chasm yawning before him. The temperature dropped as he drew nearer, chilling him to his bones, but he never faltered.
Soon, I won't be able to feel the icy cold stinging my cheeks, he reminded himself firmly.
Or the warm sunlight upon my face.
Just a few more steps, he told himself resolutely. And then those awful, tortured screams will no longer pierce my ears.
I'll also forget the sweet sound of gentle laughter.
Fiercely, his mind struggled to maintain the resolve he needed in order to pass through the veil. No more pain and heartbreak, he silently swore. No more disappointment and loss, no more fear and uncertainty. …show more content…
I'll lose the joy of holding a sword in my hand, will never feel the exhilaration of the wind rushing through my hair as I gallop through a lush, green
Soon, I won't be able to feel the icy cold stinging my cheeks, he reminded himself firmly.
Or the warm sunlight upon my face.
Just a few more steps, he told himself resolutely. And then those awful, tortured screams will no longer pierce my ears.
I'll also forget the sweet sound of gentle laughter.
Fiercely, his mind struggled to maintain the resolve he needed in order to pass through the veil. No more pain and heartbreak, he silently swore. No more disappointment and loss, no more fear and uncertainty. …show more content…
I'll lose the joy of holding a sword in my hand, will never feel the exhilaration of the wind rushing through my hair as I gallop through a lush, green