Mysts
of Avalon
The Beginning
One day, so the story goes, Lord
Zorgon rode his horse through the
forests, his mind lost in thought. He
came upon a vast field of flowers that
stretched down to a large lake. He
dismounted and tied his steed to a tree,
then strolled into the flowers. This was
the lake of Legend, he mused, the same
lake of Legend, where Arthur's body was
said to have been set aflame, adrift in
a boat. Where the Lady of the Lake took
back the Sword Excalibur and took Arthur
down to the Faerie Kingdom of Avalon.
As he strolled in the hot
afternoon sun, he listened to the birds
singing and swore he heard the whispers
of the fairies by the lake. Listening
more closely to this chatter, he was
surprised to hear his name being called.
It was soft and musical, not a word
really, almost a sigh on the wind.
Following the little voices, he came
closer to the edge of the lake, and sat
by the cool waters. Soon, amidst
hundreds of the little flying wonders,
he drifted off to sleep.
While dozing, he had a vision
of the future. In this vision the Lady
of the Lake called out to him, and
showed him what he must do. From that
day forward, his life changed. He vowed
to make the land whole once more for all
the good people of the realm.
When he awoke, the fairies
were gone, there was no Lady of the
Lake, and the sun was just setting. He
thought about what he had dreamt not one
to believe in things of a supernatural
nature. He thought it most likely some
scent of the flowers had poisoned his
mind. He arose to take his leave, but a
glint of sunlight on the shoreline
caught his eye.
There, lying in the water
partially covered with silt, was a
sword! Wading into the cold shallow
water, he reached for it and drew it
out. It was remarkably well preserved
though it had obviously been in the
waters for quite some time. He cleaned
it off, and could make out an
inscription on the blade. It was that
wondrous sword of Legend! Excalibur!
Perhaps there was something to all those
stories he had heard as a boy. Slowly he
raised it up, the last rays of the sun
gleaming off its surface, and when he
held it aloft, he felt a power run
through him, and this power gave him the
strength needed for the path that he
would soon choose to follow!
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