Post by Big News Gecko on Jun 1, 2018 23:13:24 GMT
Arthur Pendragon slowly patrol the outer rim of Dawn University. He recently had been discharged from the medical facility, having healed from the significant heat damage suffered by Leona. Everything seemed surreal, having survived that entire ordeal. It seemed the mystics were not ready to snip the prince’s lifeline. For the third time, Arthur has narrowly escaped death – it seemed as if he was not afraid. The prince embraced the ideal of dying, yet not from a place of honor but simply being depressed. A lousy excuse for an existence, a lousy excuse for a hero, and a lousy excuse for a king.
Arthur nearly died trying to protect. The prince was unaware of her current condition and even in the grand scheme of his capture, Arthur could not help but think about her. Despite the terrible treatment at the hands of the Lucas Family, he wondered if she was simply doing okay. How was she present on the midterm grounds? Was she a hostage? She certainly seemed endangered. The prince believed it to be truly unfortunate that he never received an answer about that mysterious lady. It seemed like her presence was more captivating than the actual exam itself. Speaking of the exam:
Arthur horribly failed the midterm. Although the test itself was postponed due the severity of the situation, villains invading the Botanical Garden, the prince believed he had failed in other aspects. It was impossible to remove the thoughts, the images of seeing that vile creature. He remembered the monstrous appearance, the carelessness that flavored its voice. More importantly, the sinister act of taking a woman’s life. Arthur showed the inability to save the woman, thus he deemed himself a failure. The prince thought that since he was equipped with thy Holy Sword – Excalibur, he was invincible.
However, the invincibility the prince felt did not matter when he showed weakness in accomplishing his desires. A king can be mightier than the mystics themselves, but if incompetent – what good was that might? Arthur, since being freed from the imprisonment of the Lucas Family, was constantly being haunted by that woman’s face – the last moments of trying to resuscitate her. The kingdom was truly doomed if left Arthur’s hands, evident since he could not prevent the death of a mere woman. Protecting the kingdom required more prowess, more capability. The worst of it all? He managed to draw the wrath of a crime syndicate.
And for what? Arthur accomplished nothing good by evoking the wrath of the Lucas Family. The woman who ended up saving him, failed to escape herself – which was the last willing action of the prince. The council would surely rule that the prince abandoned the safety of the sacred grounds for some foreigner of lesser blood. Arthur believed all life was precious, however he understood that greed can be a powerful force of nature. Would his people follow suit in his beliefs? If not, then how was Arthur to break the news to his people?
How was he supposed to inform Merlin? Siegfried? Failure to cooperate with the family served as a declaration of war. Did it seriously have to come to death slinging? Innocence would be slain for the intolerable, greed that corrupted people. What in the high heavens above did the Lucas Family want with Camelot? It was a secluded nation, dedicated to peace and vitality. A small part of the prince hoped and wished that his people could defend against any threaten, but he was taught that a nation is as only strong as its leader. With Arthur as their leader, they were certainly doomed.
The feeling of inadequacy easily consumed Arthur’s confidence, his depression drowning his self-esteem. He had never felt this low, except recently in his confrontation with Leona. Only faint memories remained, but they were enough to torment the prince. That wicked mock version of thy holy sword can twist the prince’s emotions, warping even the kings of old. Nothing but evil and darkness tainted him. At this point of his thoughts, it had already began raining. Arthur’s curly hand was soaked down, riding his face. Despite the rain, one could see the prince visibly distraught. Streams of tears running his face, his legs of shaking.
“It.it…Its NOT POSSIBLE!!!”
Arthur fell to his knees, one hand balled to his fist while the other supported his body. He profusely banged the ground, torn from the latest memory that surfaced. It was crystal clear, as if Arthur was looking through a scope. He could see an individual, fatally wounded as the evil sword was lodged into the person’s abdomen. The prince would violently shake his head, trying to erase the thought – the image. How could he bring himself to murder someone? He detested the creature for doing just the same. He tried to blame the uncontrollably urges that sword withdraw, but Arthur knew better.
“NO! NO! NO! NO!”
Arthur would continue to pound the concrete, at this point reinjuring his hand gradually. These thoughts freighted Arthur because he understood there would be no evil, vile emotions or desires to withdraw if they had not existence in the first place. There was indeed an intensification, however Arthur possessed a daunting revelation. Those feelings, those thoughts, his lust for power – it enticed the prince. It felt natural, intrinsic in Arthur. A terrifying revelation. Whom was the true Arthur?
“Wh…Wh…WHY?!?! The Mystics have you cursed me?!?”
Arthur was looking out the skies, his arms dangled. His screams that carried his questions sounded more like a yearn for help, a yearn of desperation. The rain seemed to respond, although it was naturally becoming aggressive. The prince’s patrol around the perimeter amounted to insanity. Arthur did not know himself any more. He felt completely disconnected with Camelot, his friends, his ancestors…his father. The prince would fall over, crying. He did not care for whether he would become ill. Arthur simply wanted to be alone, to disappear. Only if the prince was not born into the Pendragon Family, if only he was just nobody...
Intermediate Objective: Patrol the the District During the Day
Word Count: 1,007
Arthur nearly died trying to protect. The prince was unaware of her current condition and even in the grand scheme of his capture, Arthur could not help but think about her. Despite the terrible treatment at the hands of the Lucas Family, he wondered if she was simply doing okay. How was she present on the midterm grounds? Was she a hostage? She certainly seemed endangered. The prince believed it to be truly unfortunate that he never received an answer about that mysterious lady. It seemed like her presence was more captivating than the actual exam itself. Speaking of the exam:
Arthur horribly failed the midterm. Although the test itself was postponed due the severity of the situation, villains invading the Botanical Garden, the prince believed he had failed in other aspects. It was impossible to remove the thoughts, the images of seeing that vile creature. He remembered the monstrous appearance, the carelessness that flavored its voice. More importantly, the sinister act of taking a woman’s life. Arthur showed the inability to save the woman, thus he deemed himself a failure. The prince thought that since he was equipped with thy Holy Sword – Excalibur, he was invincible.
However, the invincibility the prince felt did not matter when he showed weakness in accomplishing his desires. A king can be mightier than the mystics themselves, but if incompetent – what good was that might? Arthur, since being freed from the imprisonment of the Lucas Family, was constantly being haunted by that woman’s face – the last moments of trying to resuscitate her. The kingdom was truly doomed if left Arthur’s hands, evident since he could not prevent the death of a mere woman. Protecting the kingdom required more prowess, more capability. The worst of it all? He managed to draw the wrath of a crime syndicate.
And for what? Arthur accomplished nothing good by evoking the wrath of the Lucas Family. The woman who ended up saving him, failed to escape herself – which was the last willing action of the prince. The council would surely rule that the prince abandoned the safety of the sacred grounds for some foreigner of lesser blood. Arthur believed all life was precious, however he understood that greed can be a powerful force of nature. Would his people follow suit in his beliefs? If not, then how was Arthur to break the news to his people?
How was he supposed to inform Merlin? Siegfried? Failure to cooperate with the family served as a declaration of war. Did it seriously have to come to death slinging? Innocence would be slain for the intolerable, greed that corrupted people. What in the high heavens above did the Lucas Family want with Camelot? It was a secluded nation, dedicated to peace and vitality. A small part of the prince hoped and wished that his people could defend against any threaten, but he was taught that a nation is as only strong as its leader. With Arthur as their leader, they were certainly doomed.
The feeling of inadequacy easily consumed Arthur’s confidence, his depression drowning his self-esteem. He had never felt this low, except recently in his confrontation with Leona. Only faint memories remained, but they were enough to torment the prince. That wicked mock version of thy holy sword can twist the prince’s emotions, warping even the kings of old. Nothing but evil and darkness tainted him. At this point of his thoughts, it had already began raining. Arthur’s curly hand was soaked down, riding his face. Despite the rain, one could see the prince visibly distraught. Streams of tears running his face, his legs of shaking.
“It.it…Its NOT POSSIBLE!!!”
Arthur fell to his knees, one hand balled to his fist while the other supported his body. He profusely banged the ground, torn from the latest memory that surfaced. It was crystal clear, as if Arthur was looking through a scope. He could see an individual, fatally wounded as the evil sword was lodged into the person’s abdomen. The prince would violently shake his head, trying to erase the thought – the image. How could he bring himself to murder someone? He detested the creature for doing just the same. He tried to blame the uncontrollably urges that sword withdraw, but Arthur knew better.
“NO! NO! NO! NO!”
Arthur would continue to pound the concrete, at this point reinjuring his hand gradually. These thoughts freighted Arthur because he understood there would be no evil, vile emotions or desires to withdraw if they had not existence in the first place. There was indeed an intensification, however Arthur possessed a daunting revelation. Those feelings, those thoughts, his lust for power – it enticed the prince. It felt natural, intrinsic in Arthur. A terrifying revelation. Whom was the true Arthur?
“Wh…Wh…WHY?!?! The Mystics have you cursed me?!?”
Arthur was looking out the skies, his arms dangled. His screams that carried his questions sounded more like a yearn for help, a yearn of desperation. The rain seemed to respond, although it was naturally becoming aggressive. The prince’s patrol around the perimeter amounted to insanity. Arthur did not know himself any more. He felt completely disconnected with Camelot, his friends, his ancestors…his father. The prince would fall over, crying. He did not care for whether he would become ill. Arthur simply wanted to be alone, to disappear. Only if the prince was not born into the Pendragon Family, if only he was just nobody...
Intermediate Objective: Patrol the the District During the Day
Word Count: 1,007
