A faint noise of a resounding melody doth now be played. Mine senses began to birth anew and pulsate. The heart of a dying star began to pound as it 'twere embarking on a journey of a great survival. A passion like no other drove my ambitions wild. Alack! What chains hold in me? To bring this day to great convergency between my previous self to this embroidered new beast. The beast standing upon the plateau of gracious change was staging a remarkable feat. Not one hath understood what may have happened behind mine own idle days. The quarrel between night and day, a similar rage to a calming sea, no longer could screams be heard through echo, rather was it just nothingness crumbling into debris. Bethink to thineself whence cometh thee... Myself trembled in fright and wondered if I shall take flight, but I take up hence to thee with thine sword in body set to peril. Here rose he, frightening in tantrum for all those who fell before I. Methinks that the strain is too great for any dragon to confront. Time slowed as this enraged knight rose. Regal rays of the colossal star bombarded the scene in its entirety as this knight launched with his blade towards myself's entity.
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The Sword in the Stone!
FantasyA part of the Arthurian Legend, written in parables. This fiction isn't all to accurate in regards to the legend.
