In a Time of Myth

The soft light of early day shone through the trees as I rode with my friends out of the mist. It was a time of myth that had protected our great nation and the stories which became a legend that allowed our nation to live in peace. The great amnesia had happened not long after Mordred fell to Excalibur's blade and my ancestor King Arthur died as a result of Mordred threatening his kingdom and fatally wounding him, so to recognise his bravery his wife Queen Guinevere decreed 'No mortal lips shall remember the nation Camelot outside the country's borders lest it be as a story of old.' Not long after that, she found out she was with child, and the rest is history.