"Before Mordred could take his sword and give the mortal blow, Arthur, his hands stained with his own pure blood, took up his sword and ran the man through. Expressionless, the wind was knocked out of his lungs, and, with his pale hands, covered his wounded chest. In a moment of sudden oblivion, Mordred's feet collapsed, and the body of the druid slipped off the blade, and fell to the ground. As he struggled to catch his breath, his blood poured out of his veins and heart, and so he laid there dead, while a flash passed through his eyes, of the innocent child he has once been." She has always loved King Arthur and his stories. The legends have always entertained her, but, deep inside her, she always knew they were true. What if they really were? What if King Arthur didn't die? What if all that was written was a lie? She's gotta know, for she is the one who will be Finding Avalon!