Dusts of Avalon - Beastwithin.org

IX. K Reverything. e epicness of the bale would need to be broadcast if she had herway.And from the darkest thiets of the rainforests of Brazil, whi from timeimmemorial had been known as the dark and foreboding thiets of danger, daringand intrigue, rose a smoke trail. e steed of Sir Lancelot, an ancient knight whoseheart was pure and whose deeds were true, ascended toward the cold stars.From the blaze of billions of stars, yet in the skoring rays of daylight, baskedthe fortification of steel and silicates, the space fortress known as New Avalon.From its underside, the legendary King of Britons hung and let loose of his grip.King Arthur descended. e fight had begun.Roets fired. Gravity of the mother planet took hold of Arthur, who nowwaw the gentle blaze of the atmospheric burn. He lowered the piercing weaponsof the ro cocoon, and knew Lancelot would have done the same. Lancelot's trailof smoke had ended; thiest of the atmosphere was behind him…It was a mad descent countered by mad ascent. e two Knights could onlythink of the same, terrifying thought: eir opponent had tried to steal the heartof the purest and most beautiful of eens, torn in her love between two valiantheroes. It was a tragedy of misunderstandings, a tragedy of oices, a tragedy ofwar.It had been seled.Or had it been?ey did not know. ey did not remember. ey did not know.But deep in him, Arthur knew the fight had been fought. ey had had differences.Rivalry over her. ere had been a war between them. ere had beenunification. ere had been treaery.It was Mordred's treaery. He knew that. He remembered. Merlin had beenright: Mordred was dead, and that was all that maered. Arthur knew he hadfought alongside Lancelot against the usurper Mordred, who had wounded him.His enemy——But what about Guineviere?——And what had Merlin been saying? “Sire, this is not your steed. is is aSteed. You have no armour; yours is a Mobile Armour. And you, sire, are nolonger a man…” Confusing old man. Strange wizard, who had been meddlingwith politics——and who had been right so many times, his friend and comrade—Hesitation let to doom in bale. Arthur had too mu time. He had hesitated.He steeled himself. Lancelot closed in.Hundreds of kilometers above the soil of Earth, two knights would meet.e Steeds were not designed for this, and the lances were crude imitationsof the weapons they had used in honourful tourneys in centuries past. It waspathetic. e lance was useless. e two Knights collided — not even at a great