Hours before Revan and Arthur's encounter. Lancelot was just sitting down on the cold hard stone. Thinking. He had been thinking, for an awfully long time. He wasn't exactly sure what to think about. The fact he had been given a black eye by a horse made of bones. Or the fact that there had been a giant maze under the place he lived. It was all a bit bizarre for him. He finally stood up. And walked about 10 steps forward. Before sitting back down. And biting off his fingernail.
'Damnit, why is this all so confusing…'
He grumbled and stood up again. He yawned. And started walking down the stone hallways. Taking twists and turns. After about 15 minutes, he was getting horrifically bored again. Grumbled. Kicked at a pebble.
'Well. Not much I can do now…'
He picked at his ear. And flicked it off his finger. Before humming and continuing to walk. He heard a reverberation in the stone floor behind him. And quickly twisted around, sending a spinning spear behind him. The augment of the royal families blood was not anything special. Outside of the abilities of weapon master. They simply had the ability to rotate their weapon at such a speed it could pierce anything. Simple in theory. Of course. Standing behind him was a man draped in long black robes. With long black hair dripping down his sides. And eyes that pierced into Lancelot's soul.
Thanatos had the spear resting firmly in his hand. As Lancelot recalled it to his own.
"And you are?"
Lancelot looked in the man's eyes. His blank expression told no stories. But there was no intent to kill behind them.
"Lancelot, correct? I need a favor."
Lancelot his guard up around Thanatos. Keeping a few spears spinning in the air above them.
"And why should I entertain this request? You must know I—"
"Yes. I know exactly who you are. Kid. Now, you gonna listen, or not?"
"…fine. But only because—"
Thanatos interrupted him again.
"Well. I know you aren't fond of Arthur. Even if you haven't known him for long. Pure spite I guess…"
"And what about it? I'm not exactly his biggest fan. So what?"
"I need you to help him. To prepare him."
"Tch…what?"
"If the prophecies are to be true…"
Lancelot flinched at the word 'prophecies'.
"…then Arthur is to bare a great burden. He needs to prepare. In order to take on the burden of the world. He has to deal with great suffering. Betrayal. Being an outcast. That is what I'm asking you to do. Lancelot of the golden heritage."
Lancelot stared at Thanatos. He was confused. And didn't exactly understand all of what Thanatos was saying. But could understand enough just from one word.
'Betrayal.'
Instead of responding Arthur sent the spiraling lances towards Thanatos. But even the rapid weapons couldn't keep up with his shadow manipulation. And Thanatos had vanished.
'Seems like it's time to move…'