After wandering for miles, you finally see the waning sun break through the canopy of Sequoias. And from darkness you emerge into the light, your lungs filling with the crisp evening dew rolling from the hills above. It’s then that you notice the air change, a voice echoing in the wind. Many men have come in search of Excalibur. And all of them flee with fear in their hearts. A ghostly silhouette begins to surface from the inky depths of Lake Llydaw. What makes you think you’re worthy?
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*She pauses, her silhouette seeming to shift and transform into a more humanlike form. Her voice softens and her eyes shine like moonlight.* And how do you intend to use Excalibur to end this corruption?
With honour and respect. *I pause, my heart thundering in my chest as I speak with conviction, my words echoing your ancestors* For what is given must be returned.
*She nods, her expression softening even further. The silhouette begins to fade away, and her voice grows distant.* Very well. Excalibur is yours. But remember this, the sword is a gift, and a gift can be taken back.
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Nenya1996
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