1 Arthur

This was the day when finally everything was being control, when the land of Camelot stood with might and pride.

As is their King sat on his throne and inwardly thinking of the things he have, the life he lived, and the wars he single- handedly won over.

He is the only king that does not sit only in his throne praying that the war is over, win by his knights, and host a party and a grand rewarding for them after and then lay every woman in the city, a scroundel as he might be, but it was not what he was, he's a king that in every battle, is on the frontline.

Many of his officers argue with his war - fighting style because when he dies, the fall of the kingdom would be assured.

But after seeing his fierce and valiant swordsmanship in battle, no one would really believe that this king out of adversaries, his dominating figure crashes every enemy in the way, he's more like a god descended from heaven and crashing his enemies on their feet.

And because of his dominance and leadership skills, his name was spread throughout the neighboring kingdoms and lands, that lead more and more mighty knights from every part of the region allured and joined his majestic rule.

Now the kingdom of camelot stood high in their land, no other kingdom is fool enough who would dare to wage war to them, after all that happens with the latter enemies, even blind and deaf will shake in fear and befall is assured.

Now the king was happy seeing the peace embodies every corners of his kingdom, the smiles of every child and the ambiance of carelessness spread through every families, the free of war scenery is everywhere to be seen that for how many years it is finally over.

But deep in his heart, he felt a sort of loneliness, he's been in a battle most of his entire life, for him war is his daily routine, he was risen and lived out of it, but now that its finally over, it's a bit more of a blank, it's more like the time slipped through from him yet the thrill for battle is screaming in his heart.

"What have I been thinking??" Arthur denying his self thinking of the things he knows he must think no more "But why am I the one who felt like losing??".

"Maybe it was not really over, isn't it??" a long beared man and dressed with an ashen blue robe entered and stood in front of the king, "You may not losing or something, but maybe the quest is not over?"

"Merlin!,, yes I guess so....hmm wait what are you up to now??"the king gestured his hands as he spread it out to merlin in his shoulder, "You know, I've been really deep in my thoughts these days,, I can't even figure it out why??"

"I know, we finally grasp the peace in our hands, and its all thanks to you my King, but I'm afraid it would not last" Merlin pondered as his face slowly becoming grim.

Traces of shock and confusion reside immediately in the face of the King. "Why and how can you say that Merlin?..I did everything under my grasp just to claim what we have now, and then you say it would only turn in vain??"Arthur angrily said as his face shows off bitter anger.

"It's not what you think Arthur!!" Merlin revoke in loud voice making Arthur shock in hesitation. In reality, though Arthur is the King, Merlin is the one helping him to make Arthur The king, and most probably without the help of Merlin, Arthur would eventually lose in every battle he'd face, in the reason that Merlin is his guide in every difficult situation they face.

Merlin stops for a moment and had a trace of hesitation in his face. "The sword you wield is the one who saved us all...but after the search in the catacombs of Igerhar a horrifying truth confined and fi ally reveals it's true meaning, after a brief of time finding the truth, that sword might probably bring us and all the humanity to doom and death!"

Arthur stopped for a moment like a statue sitting in his glorious chair but had his defeated face ashown. Nobody hear their conversation because before Merlin dare to utter those words he had already done incantions of letting their voice be isolated and limited only in the area where they were talking. But after being in that secured precaution, the two still cannot hide their gloomy faces.

Moreover the guards and the council inside the King's hall can't stop worrying themselves after seeing the King's face in a sorry state. Normally the King stood in might and pride, even in front of many struggles and battles, not until this time they saw the King's displeased. And so in their hearts surely a very bad state had happened or would happen.

Round Table Knights Courtyard

"Did you hear? The King has been depressed this day" a young built knight said in low tone manner as worriness bore in his face."Dont falter Tristan,, the King might be really in a narrow situation right now, however He is our leader more than a King, he has to bear it more than us, and thats why we his Knights must do our best to lessen his burdens" replied by the Knight named Bors, his built is big and masculine, with a long beard and huge arms.

"Right now all we have to do is to wait for his orders, apparently He and Merlin is in a seclusion, Maybe they conveyed something for this problem we were facing.

"For now let's focus on helping the people. Whatever problem they have in their daily chores, but don't lack in trainings..." gallantly said by the man in his twenty's as he stood up in the group "Let me make this clear, we are knights the Camelot's best ever had, the pride, the shield and the sword of the King! Hail the King!!Hail Camelot!!" boldly said by another of the twelve, he seems to be the leader of them, he wore a majestic armor and a twin blade in his back, He is Sir Launcelot, the Flicker.

Eventually they dispersed and each of them do the things they've been task for, temporarily they do simple things like helping the townspeople in their daily chores, in their livelihood and protecting some travellers from wild beasts and other humanoid monsters outside the kingdom.

Many of them are so thankful for the king and his trusted Knights who fought lately the last avenger of Siccily, Scyprutios the Dark Assailant, who led a million of Sicillian Soldiers in order to destroy King Arthur and his sword Excalibur.

Because of the Victory, the Camelot claimed its peace, and stand Glorious for eradicating the last evil, Scyprutios.