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(N/A: Arthur and Author's POV)
Arthur knelt before the red-eyed trees, which stared at him like silent witnesses to his quest. The wind blew like a choir of ancestral voices, carrying the sounds of the forest that seemed to whisper hidden secrets. For now, the universe held its answers in the folds of silence, leaving our hero facing the mystery of his journey.
Arthur Pendragon's life was about to intertwine with the tangled destiny of Harrenhal, and he faced this adventure with courage and unwavering determination. As the realm of the unknown unfolded before him, he pledged to explore the unexplored with honor as his compass.
The young King of Camelot, now Whent, was about to take his first steps on a path filled with shadows and enigmas. He would challenge conventions, confront the unfathomable, and dive deep into the mysteries surrounding Harrenhal.
In the "Eye of God," the sacred place where the trees stood as imposing guardians, Arthur remained, seeking answers in the echoes of the winds and the whispers of the forest. His destiny unfolded like a mysterious horizon, and he was determined to uncover the secrets hidden there.
Thus, Arthur, the bold knight, continued his vigil in the "Eye of God," ready to confront the mysteries that the future held for him. His journey had only just begun, and destiny, like a capricious lover, awaited the right moment to reveal its mysteries and challenges.
As he crossed the veil of mist that permeated the area, whispers came from all directions. Whispers of voices very familiar to Arthur.
"Whosoever pulls this sword from this stone is the rightful king of all England," echoed a voice around him, at a moment when all versions of Arthur or Artoria wondered, "Did I make the right choice?" he thought in his mind, the blond-haired, green-eyed.
"If you draw the sword from the stone, I cannot guarantee you will have a happy life. It may be that you still have the certainty to remove it?"
An angelic voice from the Lady of Avalon resonated around him. Arthur choked and felt a sharp pang in his heart upon hearing it.
"To the detestable red dragon, Arthur. Even though he was an innocent product of Uther and Merlin's plan... I will never forgive him. One day, I will crush him beneath my feet," a voice filled with hatred said, by a person who, according to herself, is innocent.
Arthur turned to the source of the whispers, trying to recognize the voices that haunted him. They were the voices of his past, the voices that shaped him as a king and as a man. They were the voices that reminded him of his choices, his mistakes, and his triumphs.
He saw the sword in the stone, gleaming like a ray of sunlight amidst the shadows. It was the sword that consecrated him as the king of all England, the sword that gave him the right to rule over men. It was the sword he pulled from the stone with a simple and decisive gesture.
He saw the Lady of the Lake, emerging from the waters with supernatural grace. She was the lady who gave him Excalibur, the magical sword that never failed in his hand. She was the lady who warned him about the price of his choice, about the burden of his destiny.
He saw his son Mordred, looking at him with deep and relentless hatred. He was his bastard son born of betrayal with his half-sister Morgana, the product of betrayal and dark magic. He was the traitor who rebelled against him, who wounded his body and soul.
Arthur felt a wave of emotions flood his chest. He felt pride, gratitude, guilt, remorse, anger, and pain. He felt the weight of his history, his glory, and his tragedy. He felt the call of his destiny, his duty, and his honor.
He took a deep breath and stood up firmly. He stared at the red trees with a determined and confident expression. He knew he was facing a new challenge, a new adventure. He knew he had to move forward, without fear and without hesitation.
He said aloud:
"I am Arthur Pendragon, the king of the Britons and the lord of Camelot. I have come here to unravel the secrets of Harrenhal, to confront the dangers that await me. I do not regret my decisions, I am not daunted by my difficulties. I am the knight of the Round Table, I am the bearer of Excalibur. I am the chosen one of the sword in the stone."
He took his sword and raised it in the air. He felt energy pulsing in his veins. He felt a light shining in his eyes.
He was ready to continue his journey.
He was ready to write his legend.
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Author's note:
Well, folks decide to post around 1k words again. why 2.5k - 4k was not working, chapters will be 800 - 1.8k words. Okay?
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