The room was completely dark, except a tiny flame trembled on the top of the candle. The light illuminated hazily a lonely figure. He sat on his throne, with his crown on his head, but his fear and worried took possession all over his mind. King Arthur looked at the Round Table. The thirteen chairs had covered with dust, (there were actually twelve chairs for Twelve Knights of the Round Table, but since Merlin started to attend the meeting with the knights, which he was always had to stand and tired his legs, King Arthur decided to make a new one) and he looked at his own chair, wondered when it will cover with dust. No, it will not. Another person will sit on it, wearing his crown. That was why he was fear and worried. That was why he needed to sit quietly alone in this dark room and think. But his mind was blank, blank like a blank paper, he didn't know anything blank more than a blank paper. Oh, stop thinking about the blank paper, he thought, There were bigger things to worry about. Yes, that bigger things were that Merlin - his sorcerer friend had disappeared without trace. It was quiet, no fighting, or shouting, or screaming. It just another morning like any normal morning, when he opened his eyes and realized Queen Guinevere was shaking him out of bed and told about the comepletely-turn-into-thin-air of Merlin. King Arthur had tried his best to hide the lost of his bravest knights and his best, powerful friend, but it didn't take a long time for the other country to know. They had spies. But the other countries were just a tiny small problem, his half-sister is another big problem. For years, Morgana had been eye-on-the-prize. She will overthrown him, and become the new queen of Camelot. He was not worried for the death of himself, he worried for his beautiful wife - Queen Guinevere, his little son - Prince Loron, and his own people. What will Morgana do to them? Kill them? Torture? Drown them in water and hang them like doing the laundry? All of that were bad. Somehow, he wished he had a normal sister who loved to sewing, singing, cooking, and doing the housework. No, Morgana loved poisoning, killing, and playing with her lovely creatures who could kill people just in a glare.
King Arthur sighed. He looked through the window. Maybe he had worried too much. Morgana has been really really weak since her last battle with Merlin. She didn't dare to do anything. Maybe Merlin was just having a picnic with his dragon... in some cave! No. He couldn't bear the fact that he just simply got away.The only thing Arthur could do now was improve the defenses in every road, in every gate, every section... Stand up and fight like a brave, true knight. Yes, he still had the Knights of The Round Table. All he has is swords and armors. All Morgana has is magic, necromancer, immortal deathly army, dragons or some super huge-size monsters. He shouldn't think negative. He had already sent Sir Biltras and more knights in search of Merlin. And he will have a talk to Merlin, if he's ever been found.
Merlin... How he remembered his past with the sorcerer, they had fought together, share each other food, clothes, hopes and memories in the most desperately moments. His eyes glided and lingered on the stars, on the houses, on his people. Everything seemed peaceful... There, people were closing their shops and preparing to go home in a hurry. There, a little girl was holding a fruit basket and running to her parents in a hurry. There, a wing-lion with a head of an eagle was coming toward in a hurry... What?
Something was going on. King Arthur's heart beat fast in his chest.
The light of the candle suddenly disappeared. In the silent night, a silver symbol appeared on the clear, wild sky. Arthur blinked, because he thought he was just imagined. Things were calm for a second, then burst in chaos. On the sky, lightning blazed, thunders rumbled, and people screamed, the creatures roared. He looked horrified. It was not the monster who scared him, it was the person who sat on it.
He turned to the door of the room and was about to open it when the walls behind cracked and crumbled. Behind him, a familiar voice resounded :
"Hello, little bro."
King Arthur sighed. He looked through the window. Maybe he had worried too much. Morgana has been really really weak since her last battle with Merlin. She didn't dare to do anything. Maybe Merlin was just having a picnic with his dragon... in some cave! No. He couldn't bear the fact that he just simply got away.The only thing Arthur could do now was improve the defenses in every road, in every gate, every section... Stand up and fight like a brave, true knight. Yes, he still had the Knights of The Round Table. All he has is swords and armors. All Morgana has is magic, necromancer, immortal deathly army, dragons or some super huge-size monsters. He shouldn't think negative. He had already sent Sir Biltras and more knights in search of Merlin. And he will have a talk to Merlin, if he's ever been found.
Merlin... How he remembered his past with the sorcerer, they had fought together, share each other food, clothes, hopes and memories in the most desperately moments. His eyes glided and lingered on the stars, on the houses, on his people. Everything seemed peaceful... There, people were closing their shops and preparing to go home in a hurry. There, a little girl was holding a fruit basket and running to her parents in a hurry. There, a wing-lion with a head of an eagle was coming toward in a hurry... What?
Something was going on. King Arthur's heart beat fast in his chest.
The light of the candle suddenly disappeared. In the silent night, a silver symbol appeared on the clear, wild sky. Arthur blinked, because he thought he was just imagined. Things were calm for a second, then burst in chaos. On the sky, lightning blazed, thunders rumbled, and people screamed, the creatures roared. He looked horrified. It was not the monster who scared him, it was the person who sat on it.
He turned to the door of the room and was about to open it when the walls behind cracked and crumbled. Behind him, a familiar voice resounded :
"Hello, little bro."
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