"A hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles."
-Christopher Reeve
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|LUTHER|Five days have passed since Roland and Azrael passed away. I still haven't been able to forgive myself for not being able to save them.
While they are fighting against the enemies to the death, I was in my room sleeping in peace.
I was supposed to be with them. I'm their King yet I let them die in the hands of those demons.
Roland... He's been my friend for as long as I can remember. I become a king at the young age of twenty three. I was supposed to be his Elder Brother. I'm two years older than him, yet I wasn't able to do anything to save them.
Alone in the outskirts, I'm standing infront of the spot where the grave of my brother and his wife lies.
"Roland, Azrael. Why did the two of you chose to die on your own?" My tears are starting to build up from my eyes but I must hold it in. I'm the King, it's not proper for me to show my weakness, specially to the one I consider as my younger brother...
I lay the flowers that I brought to their graves and continue to stare at them as if I'm talking to them in person.
"I know that you've already forgiven me, but the problem is... It is I, who can't forgive myself for letting the two of you die." I sniff countless of times trying to stop my tears from falling. I know he won't like it if I shed tears right now.
The only thing I know I can do is to take all the blame of their deaths. I will take full responsibility for what happened. I'm the King, if Roland wants to protect it, I'll even give my life for this Kingdom too.
I stayed here in their graves for a moment when one of my soldiers rushed to me and inform me about something.
He bows in front of me and continue his report. "You're Majesty, King Arthur Pendragon of Camelot is here, he's asking your presence."
Uncle Arthur? What is he doing here? I didn't receive any letters coming from him that he'll be coming here in Enthopia? Something must've happened.
"Is he alone?" I asked.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He's alone, huh? I fix my clothes and immediately enter the carriage that will take me back to the Royal Castle.
I wonder what is uncle's business with me? But I must come to him immediately, it must've been something important.
When I arrived at the castle, I was told that Uncle Arthur was in the balcony of the castle. By the time I arrived, he was sipping on a cup of tea with my wife and son accompanying him.
"Your Majesty, how may I aide you?" I asked while bowing my head.
"Don't be so uptight towards me, Luther. Your father, William, was always been a good friend of mine, I consider you as my own nephew." He stated and made me sit in the chair next to him.
"I'm sorry uncle, so, what's with the sudden visit?" I asked.
"I want to talk to you and Merlin personally." He stated as he continues to sip his tea.
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The Knight Of Prophecy
FantasíaTo the world where swords and magic lies, a battle between races has been going through for centuries. A single hero will end the turmoil with his sword. Traveling alone... Fighting alone... This is the legend of the lone hero... He is called- The K...