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You've all heard the story of King Arthur and his knights. Powerful men who served justice on the isle of Britain. How a powerful sorcerer named Merlin aided them in many missions, and how they generally kept peace in their domain.

Yet this is not the story you know, for the world entity that protects our little planet from destruction and chaos has tried to suppress this story. It has been told from one generation to the next, and no written record can be found. Now it is your turn, hear this story well, so you may one day tell it to your grandchildren.

Five years ago.

The druid Merlin sat atop his spotted stallion, on top of a green hill overlooking a wide plains that swept gently towards the blue ocean. Arturia sat on her steed next to him, and her knights flanked their position on the bottom of the hill. The subjects of Camelot knew her only as Arthur, and thought that she was indeed a man. The rouse was necessary, women were not expect to do much outside of giving birth. Yet it was she who had rounded up the strongest warriors in the land. They followed her morality, her strength of arms, and her noble disposition. There were only a few who knew her true identity; her knights, Merlin, and the maid Guinevere. Guinevere had accepted the role of wife to arturia as a disguise to keep other potential suitors at bay. She had fallen in love with Lancelot, and they had held a secret wedding ceremony in the countryside miles from Camelot. Even with all the secrecy, some nasty rumors were beginning to make rounds of the unfaithful maiden.

Merlin himself was a man in his early thirties. He had a lanky build and short trimmed dark hair. His complexion was slightly pale, and his most unusual trait was his light blue eyes, which seemed to shine with energy at all hours of the day. The truth was he had minor healing magic at his disposal, and he kept his dark brown eyes hidden behind a constant stream of mana. Arturia was wearing her gold tinted plate armor, covering her from head to toe. Her stallion was black haired and muscular. It snorted when the wind would blow unpleasant odors into the horses nostrils.

The king had been told of a witch that was rising up on the west coast of Britain, a woman of incredible magic powers. She was rumored to be the type who used her ill gotten powers to take for herself, usually at the expense of all others around her. So there they all were, eight leagues away from their target. The reason they had stopped is there seemed to be an unnatural storm brewing overhead.

"I would suspect this is that witches work, summoning dark clouds isn't a particularly hard incantation to pull off if you have the right skillsets." Merlin said in as flat of a monotone as he could muster to Arturia. He loved her, and being this close sent chills into his spine, despite the fact they had been on countless missions together.

"We should arrive by sunset. Lancelot will remove her magical powers, and if he is unable we will have to kill her." She replied in her soft soprano voice. During open court Merlin used magic to give her the voice of a base, to increase the perception that she...he...was nearly indestructible.

Merlin turned his mind to Arondight, the magical sword Lancelot had carried since before he knew Arturia. It could permanently drain the magic from any it touched, so long as the wielder wished their magic to be gone. Outside of that ability, the sword never chipped or bent, and never needed shining. Lancelot refused to answer any who asked him where he acquired it, and Arturia wouldn't order him to tell her.

"Aye, the black knight will do his work. We should be back in the castle in three days time..." Merlin murmured, half to himself before he continued; "These damned clouds have blocked out the sun since it's finished rising out of the east. It'll be hard to ride at full speed."

"The black knight..." Arturia trailed off. She had never cared for Lancelot's alias. He hadn't chosen it, but it was chosen for him since Arondight was as dark as a midnight pool. Arturia had always connected darkness with evil, even if there was only partial truth to this comparison.

Suddenly lightning struck the ground in front of the hill. Merlin blinked several times to clear his vision, and when it returned to normal he beheld a dark human like figure standing 20 feet in front of them. It appeared to be no larger than a child, but carried itself like an accomplished warrior. The edges of its shape couldn't be made out and seemed to just blur where it ended. If Merlin were to try and describe it, he would have to say it was like a shadow had gotten free of its owner, become three dimensional, and then won many battles.

"Well then, here we are finally." It said in a voice that could only be describe as stone being scraped across more stone. "You have come, I have waited millennia for you."

"Impossible, demon." Arturia bellowed as she pulled her longsword from its sheath on her horse. The long pale blade shimmered in the low light as she leveled the blade with the creatures head.

"Peace King of Knights" the creature hissed. "I wish to make offerings to you, behold the sister of Arondight, Excalibur." Suddenly a gold blade sprang into existence five feet in front of Arturia and levitated there. Light seemed to be coming from the blade itself, and immediately Merlin knew the sword was a perfect fit for Arturia.

"I have heard of this blade" Arturia said in a calmer voice. "An ancient king once used it to dispense justice upon his subjects as he saw fit. The story is vague, but it seems this king was of noble intent."

"This king is you" the shadow proclaimed. "Time is not in a line, you have heard stories of your own greatness. Accept my offer." Its voice was really beginning to irritate Merlin, to the point he lowered his gaze. Upon doing so, he realized that all of the knights had moved up right behind them, and Guinevere had her bow drawn.

"Nay, for I know not your price, demon." Arturia lowered her sword and raised her voice. "Go back to the pits of hell where you came from, I'll not be brokering deals with you."

The move happened so fast that Merlin didn't even really see it. The blur suddenly jerked in motion and the next thing he knew he was laying on the grass next to his horse. Moans were coming from behind him, probably from the knights. Merlin's head was spinning as he tried to get to his feet. He almost immediately fell back down and broke his nose.

"I'm no demon, I am the Earth entity Michael, here to protect my world from the likes of you and other 'great people.'" The shadow, now Michael, nearly yelled "You will accept my offer or all of your companions will die."

Merlin was laying on his back, and could see Lancelot had successfully risen. "I'll kill you de.."

His words were cut off, as was his head. Lancelot's limp body almost fell on Merlin, and he had to roll away to prevent being soaked in crimson blood.

"No!" Shrieked Guinevere, who promptly loosed an arrow towards Michael. The arrow hadn't crossed half the distance before it turned around and buried itself in her chest. The unfaithful maiden stared in wide eyed shock before collapsing to the ground.

"Enough!" Arturia yelled. "I accept your offer. Spare my comrades."

Michael croaked in what Merlin assumed was delight, and he turned to see Arturia dismount, take two long strides, and grab Excalibur's hilt. "The contract is formed my dear King of Justice" Michael said, and Arturia vanished. Turning towards the group, the blur that was Michael jerked in motion again. "I keep my word" Michael proclaimed, "I didn't kill all of them."

Merlin turned and saw that the knights were now all dead or were dying. Some had been cut in half, others chest plate had been crushed. A loud THWUMPF sounded behind Merlin and he turned to see the world entity known as Michael was gone as well. He had left Merlin alive.

The present.

Merlin had gone to the witches village. He had begged her to curse him with powerful magic in exchange for the secrets of Camelot's defenses. Arturia was gone, the knights had been destroyed, and Merlin had given in to blind rage. The witch had given him the ability to mimic any power he saw, and so on a mountain overlooking the smoking remains of Camelot Merlin had called and challenged Michael to a duel. They had fought, and using his mimic ability he copied all the skills and magic Michael had at his disposal. Then the world entity had dimension shifted and struck Merlin's brain with his fist. When Merlin had awoke, in a crevice on a cliff the mountain had, he discovered that he had lost all of the abilities he had copied from Michael. 

All that was left to him was his base healing skills, the last ability he saw Michael use, dimension phasing, and the ability to mimic. Though the last two had felt off slightly. That's how he found himself here, in this strange world. Lands he didn't recognize, no food, no shelter, only a hope for revenge.
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