What happened in that room with the other knights stayed with Kyndall for a long time. How she felt and what she said, the things she thought about plagued her and for days afterward she turned them over in her mind. What the other knights said added to her thinking but no, mostly it was the last one she spoke to. Or, rather, that spoke to her. She was an example. She had to lead. As she’d said herself it was no mistake that she and Camelot were called later in their lives. Every group has the differential, doesn’t it? The senior members offer experience and wisdom and the young members a fresh perspective and enthusiasm.

Why not this? Why not her?

Lately she’d been at a loss of how to define herself now that the war hit home. Fighting Benitoite and then cutting him off was excruciating to her heart and mind and she knew she’d avoid battling members of the Negaverse directly if at all possible. These were people she knew in her day-to-day life. These were people she cared about any other time of day. It still amazed her how close Camelot had been to home before she knew it was Tony. She’d never have suspected. She thought of Benitoite saying they knew each other and her heart broke fresh. These were people she cared about, not just enemies.

How did you balance that in your life? It was impossible to separate the thinking. As much as she tried to keep Kyndall and Shalott as separate beings she was failing because, in the end, they were the same person. Just like being a mother and a teacher her knight form was another part of her, an aspect of her complete picture. She always knew she had something to offer the knights that no one else did. She could offer compassion and guidance. Taking Caelian under her wing helped but it wasn’t enough. This needed to be on a larger scale. This needed to be bigger.

Cutting off Benitoite from her life made Kyndall realize how little support they all had in this shared burden. Without Tony she’d have no one to turn to. If he didn’t know her secret she’d have suffered in silence unable to tell the one person she loved best the heartbreak she felt. It made her think of how alone she’d feel. No one needed to feel alone or disoriented when they could help each other. Kyn smiled thinking about it. In her mind it all made perfect sense. Come together or fall apart and the latter didn’t really seem like an option.

An excitement began to build in her belly, sparking with it the happy feeling she got taking on a new play or trying to accomplish a new goal. She knew she was only a Page and no one really had any reason to listen to her but for her age and experiences outside of her costume but that was enough in her eyes. Besides, she just happened to be dating someone that was literally a knight in shining armor and knew more than she did. And people trusted him.

She leaned over and picked up the phone, dialing a number quickly. “Hello, Tony? We need to talk. I have an idea.”