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Chapter 53

I had seen it all happen from my high tower. Everything that happened, I saw. I watched as Mordred killed them. I could have stopped her, saved those lives, saved innocent children all around the world from witnessing it.

Yet I did nothing. I merely watched. Part of me wanted to help; the King of Knights wanted to step in. But I was more than just her; I was also the Goddess Rhongomyniad, someone who had once decided to let humanity die, save those few deemed worthy.

That d...

Chapter 52

Mordred walked through the halls of the castle with quick and steady steps. Having been entrusted with a mission by her father she was eager to perform it. She had already been entrusted with a task twice!

Clearly, that was proof that she was the most trusted knight, the best and strongest. So she was determined to carry out this task perfectly.

And it just so happened that the task did suit her tastes as well. To enforce her father’s will, to open up Camelot to the world...

Chapter 51

Decree Number Ten: “The practice of magic and witchcraft, in all its forms, is hereby forbidden within the realms of Camelot. Only those with permission, such as the Masters of the Mystic Arts, shall wield such powers. The misuse of magic shall be met with swift and just consequences.”

Within a surprisingly modern room of Kamar-Taj sat a group of masters of the mystic arts, including The Ancient One herself. They were all watching the TV, a nice large flatscr...

Chapter 50

Decree Number Six: “The price of staple goods—bread, milk, and fuel—shall be regulated to prevent exploitation. Let it be known that the needs of the many outweigh the greed of the few.”

John Cartwright sat hunched over at his old wooden kitchen table, a cold mug of tea in one hand, his eyes fixed on the battered television set in the corner of the room.

The reception flickered slightly, but the broadcast was clear enough, allowing him and ever...

Chapter 49

Other than the policies for my reign, there was still an endless interest in myself and my knights, as well as the time I came from. Merlin, in particular, was brought up quite a few times.

However, nothing could last forever. For while myself and my knights could continue with rest, the same couldn’t be said for my guests.

Those at home might be able to quickly run to the kitchen or bathroom, but the ten people here couldn’t. So, after such a long time, I decided to se...

Chapter 48

Once more, everyone had gotten nervous. I couldn’t blame them, this interview was turning into something else entirely.

Before anyone else could muster the courage to speak, one of the guests cleared her throat softly. It was Margaret Willis, the community volunteer. Her warm yet hesitant tone broke through the silence.

“Your Majesty,” she began carefully, her hands clasped in her lap, “I am Margaret Willis, a volunteer who works with struggling families. Forgive me...

Chapter 47

Once more, I sat on my throne. Honestly, I spent almost all my time here.

The old me would never have done that; the ideal king felt no need for a throne, hence the Round Table.

However, that had clearly been a mistake, my knights had turned against me and joined Mordred in his rebellion. I had failed to understand the human heart.

A mistake I wouldn’t be making again.

I could hear everyone outside the throne room, curious people marvelling at the Round Table....

Chapter 46

Natasha Romanoff couldn’t take her eyes off the picture in front of her. There, on the screen, the face that had haunted her for years finally appeared.

A face she thought she’d never see again. It was grainy, captured from some news footage taken just outside the barricades of Camelot, but there was no mistaking it.

Yelena.

Her sister in all but blood.

Natasha’s breath caught in her throat as she leaned closer, studying every pixel of the image. The young...

Chapter 45

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Chapter 44

The first thing the widows were asked to do was to make a list of things they wanted, so even before they were finished eating, they were already discussing that.

It took most of the day to compile the list. The widows, meticulous and efficient as always, divided the task among themselves, each handling a specific category.

First came the essentials: clothes, medicine, and basic hygiene supplies. The children, though resilient, needed proper shoes and warm coats to withstan...

Chapter 43

The widows were used to a bit of everything, both thanks to their training and the many missions they had been on. Yet waking up inside Camelot was still strange. They couldn’t decide if they felt scared or safe.

While the kids slept in, the oldest girls, the fully trained widows, had woken up and moved to one corner of the large barracks they had slept in. There, they could talk in peace.

Yelena leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “Alright, let’s just say it...

Chapter 42

Even though it was late at night, Agravain still brought all the widows and children before my throne.

I knew why, it wasn’t hard to guess his thinking. These people weren’t from my kingdom; they were outsiders. And as such, he wanted them to swear their fealty to me and to my throne.

Personally, I didn’t think we should keep the children up any longer for something like that; it could wait. However, I allowed him to go ahead with it.

From atop my throne, I watc...

Chapter 41

Outside Camelot, the barricade stood firm, a line of military vehicles, fencing, and armed soldiers ensuring no one ventured too close to the legendary city.

This honestly wasn’t what Adam thought he would be doing when he signed up to serve his nation. He was ready to defend it from its enemies, to help those in need.

He thought he would mostly be doing rescue operations and the like, not standing around like this, blocking his own people from going to the city of wonder...

Chapter 40

Inside a dimly lit, opulent office, Dreykov sat at his desk, the hum of machinery from the sprawling facility beneath his feet a constant reminder of his power. The quiet was broken by the sharp buzz of an intercom.

A voice, trembling with fear, crackled through. “General Dreykov, sir. We have an emergency.”

Dreykov leaned back in his chair, his gaze icy as he pressed the button. “Speak.”

The voice faltered for a moment, then rushed out the words. “The Siber...

Chapter 39

Kay grinned, drawing his sword once more. “That’s the spirit. Let’s show these cowards what true strength looks like.”

Ector turned, his shield raised as he began moving forward. “Stay close, and trust in our king’s will. This place will fall, and you will walk out free.”

The group moved as one, the widows flanking the knights as they advanced deeper into the compound. Above, in the command center, Petrovich watched the feed in horror.

“They’re… al...

Chapter 38

Ector began walking, his steps steady and deliberate as he gestured for Kay to follow. “If they were guarding this area, then their base can’t be far. These tracks will lead us closer to the Red Room.”

Kay sheathed his sword and trudged alongside him. “Let’s hope so. I’m not eager to deal with more of their ‘welcoming parties.’ Though, I’ll admit, they don’t put up much of a fight.”

Ector chuckled softly, his breath visible in the frigid air. “Do not...

Chapter 37

Kay and Ector stepped through the golden portal, the dazzling light fading to reveal… snow. A vast expanse of it. Blindingly white, bitterly cold, and stretching as far as the eye could see.

The biting wind howled around them, pulling at their cloaks as snowflakes lashed their faces. The nearest sign of civilization was nowhere to be seen.

Kay groaned, already stomping his feet to ward off the cold. “By the Lion’s mane, where in Avalon have we landed? Is this some pun...

Chapter 36

I met her sharp gaze, my tone calm but edged with authority. “I am King Arthur, sovereign of Camelot, protector of the realm, wielder of Excalibur and Rhongomyniad. That is not up for debate, Sorcerer Supreme.”

The Ancient One leaned forward slightly, her expression unyielding. “You claim to be Arthur, yet your story contradicts the world’s most ancient records. Even the mystics who observe time itself know Arthur as a man. You tell me history is twisted, but this? This d...

Chapter 35

They didn’t wander far, I didn’t get far in my planning about the future before the doors opened once more.

Sir Mordred and Sir Gawain hadn’t taken long at all, and they had seemingly already made their picks. Though, the sight of those who followed them inside had me shocked.

“Sir Kay, Sir Ector.” I whispered as I looked at those two, one like a father and the other like a brother—two people whom I cared deeply for, even if my divine nature left such feelings m...

Chapter 34

Nick Fury strode into the room, his expression darker than usual. The room was already bustling with activity—agents and analysts scrambling to process the live broadcasts, reports, and intelligence feeds streaming in from around the globe.

He had ben cursing loudly since finding out about the situation, there was no way of stopping the news from spreading.

It was broadcasted by too many different stations, too many nations, they couldn’t possibly just cut the feed, mor...

Chapter 33

That very morning I was barely able to sit on my throne before the door was softly pushed open and Agravain stepped inside.

“Good morning, your Majesty.” He said with a bow. “We had a situation last night.” He began explaining the entire series of events from the night before.

“Show me this weapon of the modern age.” I was well aware of what had happened, but the mentioning of the lance did intrigue me.

Agravain bowed deeply at my request, his expression c...

Chapter 32

His words stumbled as the dust settled.

Mordred remained unscathed, Clarent in one hand, its red light soaking up the blast's energy effortlessly. The earth below him was unburned, and the city stood intact despite the devastation. Mordred’s voice echoed, both calm and taunting. "Is that all? Was that your grand strategy?"

Nathan’s visor flickered, his systems scanning frantically for any sign of damage. Nothing. Not to Mordred, not to the city. “Impossible...” he m...

Chapter 31

Nathan Garrett was frustrated by how everyone had overlooked Camelot. What could the Stark boy possibly compare to his legacy? Stark paled in comparison to Camelot, yet the absence of recent news had caused public disinterest.

All his efforts to gain legal access to the city had been thwarted; the government had foolishly rejected his rightful claims to that legacy.

They continued to exclude everyone, and even worse, the inhabitants of the city seemed satisfied with their c...

Chapter 30

Emily Carter adjusted her documents, a serious look on her face. “Breaking news tonight: Tony Stark, billionaire inventor and CEO of Stark Industries, and renowned playboy, has reportedly gone missing.”

“Details are scarce, but we know that Stark was in the Middle East for a covert weapons demonstration for the military. We have confirmation that Stark did not return as scheduled, and an investigation is currently underway.”

She glanced at the graphic displayed on t...

Chapter 29

Nick Fury stood in a large, dimly lit room. At the center, a small tablet lay before him, surrounded only by towering monitors that reached three meters high.

As he inhaled deeply and pressed a button, a faint light illuminated a circle beneath him, further brightening the space.

Fury’s steady, authoritative voice resonated through the room. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have updates on Camelot.”

The screens sprang to life, displaying a series of figures. Shadowy fac...

Chapter 28

In Camelot, as the sun began to set, Amy and Coulson reluctantly prepared to depart. Amy was hesitant, eager to explore more and pose countless questions. However, Sir Lancelot insisted that they needed to leave for the night. 

“My Lady, you have been here since morning without rest; I implore you to return.” He spoke so kindly that she struggled to respond. 

“No, please, we aren’t tired at all; we don’t need to rest,” she started, only to be interrupt...

Chapter 27

While Arthuria had a headache due to what was happening outside her walls, others had one due to what happened inside them.

Once again, the powers of the UK called a high-level meeting to discuss events, ensure everyone was up to speed, and ensure that everyone worked towards the same goal.

Christopher Geidt, the Queen’s own secretary, was the first to speak. “Alright, I believe we can begin the meeting now.”

“Thank you, Christopher.” The aged queen spoke. �...

Chapter 26

Meanwhile, in the magnificent castle at the city’s heart, Agravain was poring over a file he had received.

This was an unprecedented situation. He was convinced that the outside world was attempting to restrict their understanding of events, which was deeply frustrating to him.

The king had commanded them to learn from the outsiders, yet he felt he was failing to meet that expectation.

Now, he had received information that was quite troubling. After a quick scan of ...

Chapter 25

Amy felt a spark of curiosity as she assessed Phil Coulson. His tailored suit and composed demeanor didn’t exactly scream “local cameraman.” If anything, he appeared more suited for a high-level government meeting than standing at the gates of Camelot.

"You don’t seem like the usual type for this gig,” she remarked, raising an eyebrow. “Not that I’m complaining."

Coulson offered a small, disarming smile. “Let’s just say I’m here to ensure everything runs...

Chapter 24

As time marched on, the magical essence of Camelot faded, giving way to the monotony of everyday life.

The UK government’s slow drip of new information barely kept pace with the mundane routine that was returning to people’s lives.

Despite this, many still yearned to enter the city or, at the very least, find answers. Fueled by this intense longing came the promise of money.

Yet, the spell of Camelot was not easily dismissed. The mystery, enchantment, and untold s...