The Black Knight Apr 20, 2019 19:16:49 GMT -5
Post by Guinevère on Apr 20, 2019 19:16:49 GMT -5
Camelot had once been a home that welcomed all. When Gwen was a girl, magic was welcomed and embarrassed by many. It was also feared, but not so much that people didn't often turn to it for help. While most used it to help make their lives easier, or to get something they wanted; there were the few that used it for darkness. Still, it was welcomed. The king and Queen of Camelot, along with the son, had built the kingdom into the riches kingdom in Albion. People came from places Gwen had never heard of before to sell and trade. Merchants, black smiths, bakers, farmers, traders, and magic users all came to this golden city to seek what their hearts wanted.
But nothing lasted forever. The beloved Queen was killed, and magic was to blame. Gwen, who was the handmaiden of the king'd beloved ward, wasn't sure what had went wrong. One morning the golden kingdom was a pillar of hope for young men and women seeking their futures; either in love or coin or fame. The following day the Queen was dead, and by nightfall . . .
By night fall the king was hunting down any who used magic. He didn't stop to question who used it, or why they were used it. He declared magic illegal and punishable by death. If the king and his men even thought you were using magic, hiding someone who used magic, or were a Druid then they were killed. It had been just over a year since the purge started, and many lived in fear.
Yet, there was hope. As the anniversary had approached to the date the purge began, a hero for the people came. Protecting the innocent. Helping some escape when needed. Fighting the guard when needed. They called him the Black Knight, because his armor was all black. None had seen this before. The colored helped him hide in the darkness. Even when he came in the daylight, he was more skilled then any of the king's nights.
Guinevère, the personal handmaiden to the woman that many assumed would be the next Queen of Camelot, was fascinated by this dark hero. She knew that if he was caught then he would be killed, and she always prayed he'd live. Morgana enjoyed the stories as well, but both were wise enough to keep it to themselves. If Uther Pendragon, or his son Arthur Pendragon ever found out, it could cause them both un-needed trouble. Instead, Guinevère often walked home at night with her eyes wide. She didn't believe in the mad hunting of so many. She wished she had more power to help.