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In the realm of mighty warriors and noble kings, where power and ambition ruled supreme,
Artus, a youth of humble birth, sought knowledge, to unravel the secrets of the unseen.
From a tender age, he delved into ancient secrets, guided by the whispers of the mystic winds, his mind an ever-seeking vessel, thirsting for truth.
His heart a beacon, yearning to transcend.
Word of his gifts reached the ear of King Kryie, whose kingdom teetered on the edge of war, seeking solace in the seer's promised foresight, the king summoned Artus to his court afar.
Beneath the palace's golden arches,
Artus stood.
His eyes beholding the regal, towering figure of the king, adorned in a cloak of crimson grandeur.
His voice like thunder, commanding yet eager.
"O Artus, seer of visions and dreams untold, unravel the tapestry of fate's design for me, tell me of wars waged and victories achieved".
Reveal the path that leads to prosperity.
Artus, with measured breath and steady hands, closed his eyes and entered the realm of the divine, images flickered.
A kaleidoscope of scenes, portents of glory, and shadows that would intertwine.
"Great King," Artus spoke, his voice filled with awe, "The land shall be bathed in a crimson tide, a war looms on the horizon, fierce and brutal."
A battle for the ages, where many shall have died.
"But fear not, for your kingdom shall emerge victorious, from the crucible of chaos, it shall rise anew, yet, amidst the triumph, a dark omen awaits."
A twist of fate that will alter the world you once knew.
King Kryie, his heart alight with hope and ambition, bestowed upon Artus a place of great esteem, he summoned his generals and planned for the war, driven by the seer's prophetic gleam.
The great battlefield trembled under the weight of it's foreshadowed destiny.
Armies clashed, swords singing a deadly song, while King Kryie's forces fought with determine, unwavering valor.
As Artus watched, his eyes seeing both right and wrong.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months of strife, the seer's prophecies seemed to come to pass.
The enemy faltered, their will shattered like glass, victory finally approached, like a tempest in the looking glass.
But during the chaos of the final fateful hour, in the last battle, as the dust settled and the victor emerged, Artus, the aspiring seer, lay wounded and broken.
His frail body betrayed by the very gift he had urged.
King Kryie rushed to Artus, his voice choked with sorrow.
"Seer of seers, what cruel twist of fate is this?"
Artus, his gaze piercing through the veil of pain, whispered, "Great King, your victory held a terrible abyss."
With trembling lips, Artus revealed the final truth,
"The war you waged, the glory you seek
was but a stepping stone to a darker reign,
by thou arrogance the
conquests you sought were in utter vain."
The world you hoped to save through seer's sight, will fall victim to your unquenchable ambition and might.
A doomed kingdom built on the bones of the dead, a legacy marred by battles and soldiers who fought, died and bled.
The king's eyes widened, disbelief etched upon his twisted, bewildered face, but the truth resonated deep within his soul.
For Artus, the seer, had unveiled a treacherous, unforseen destiny.
A vision of the future that tore at his heart,
the very king he served, in his thirst for power,
would bring ruin and darkness, tearing realms apart this very day.
This very hour!
King Kryie, his spirit shaken, faced a choice,
to heed the warning and alter his destiny's course.
Or ignore the seer's words, blinded by pride, continuing down his evil path of
wickedness no matter how many died.
The courtiers and generals watched in bated breath, as the king stood before Artus, wounded and frail.
A battle waged within, between light and shadow, a decision that could either save or doom his tale.
With a heavy sigh, the king knelt by Artus' side, tears mingling with blood, his voice a whisper,
"I have long sought power and glory in my grasp, but at what cost?
Is there a chance to differ?"
Artus, his vision fading, managed a weak smile,
"Great King, the path you choose lies in your hands, the future is ever malleable, shaped by your will, for the power to change lies where your heart stands."
With those final words, Artus succumbed to his wounds, the veil of the unknown forever closed his sight, but the impact of his prophecy lingered in the air, a choice for King Kryie, to cast aside evilness and embrace the light.
In the end, King Kryie, humbled by the seer's vision, wisdom and plight, turned away from the path of unchecked thirst for power and might.
He sought peace and redemption for his kingdom, a chance to set the realm on a path that was right.
And so, the tale of Artus, the aspiring seer,
echoed through the annals of time and song,
a reminder of the delicate balance of power, and the choices we make, righting the world's wrongs.
For even in the face of
a fate once foretold,
Human Will and Conscience can sway
The Tide.
And Unexpected Fate, in all its suspense,
Can Seed the Power of change,
Where
Destiny
Always Hide.
© Charles Kemp
Artus, a youth of humble birth, sought knowledge, to unravel the secrets of the unseen.
From a tender age, he delved into ancient secrets, guided by the whispers of the mystic winds, his mind an ever-seeking vessel, thirsting for truth.
His heart a beacon, yearning to transcend.
Word of his gifts reached the ear of King Kryie, whose kingdom teetered on the edge of war, seeking solace in the seer's promised foresight, the king summoned Artus to his court afar.
Beneath the palace's golden arches,
Artus stood.
His eyes beholding the regal, towering figure of the king, adorned in a cloak of crimson grandeur.
His voice like thunder, commanding yet eager.
"O Artus, seer of visions and dreams untold, unravel the tapestry of fate's design for me, tell me of wars waged and victories achieved".
Reveal the path that leads to prosperity.
Artus, with measured breath and steady hands, closed his eyes and entered the realm of the divine, images flickered.
A kaleidoscope of scenes, portents of glory, and shadows that would intertwine.
"Great King," Artus spoke, his voice filled with awe, "The land shall be bathed in a crimson tide, a war looms on the horizon, fierce and brutal."
A battle for the ages, where many shall have died.
"But fear not, for your kingdom shall emerge victorious, from the crucible of chaos, it shall rise anew, yet, amidst the triumph, a dark omen awaits."
A twist of fate that will alter the world you once knew.
King Kryie, his heart alight with hope and ambition, bestowed upon Artus a place of great esteem, he summoned his generals and planned for the war, driven by the seer's prophetic gleam.
The great battlefield trembled under the weight of it's foreshadowed destiny.
Armies clashed, swords singing a deadly song, while King Kryie's forces fought with determine, unwavering valor.
As Artus watched, his eyes seeing both right and wrong.
Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months of strife, the seer's prophecies seemed to come to pass.
The enemy faltered, their will shattered like glass, victory finally approached, like a tempest in the looking glass.
But during the chaos of the final fateful hour, in the last battle, as the dust settled and the victor emerged, Artus, the aspiring seer, lay wounded and broken.
His frail body betrayed by the very gift he had urged.
King Kryie rushed to Artus, his voice choked with sorrow.
"Seer of seers, what cruel twist of fate is this?"
Artus, his gaze piercing through the veil of pain, whispered, "Great King, your victory held a terrible abyss."
With trembling lips, Artus revealed the final truth,
"The war you waged, the glory you seek
was but a stepping stone to a darker reign,
by thou arrogance the
conquests you sought were in utter vain."
The world you hoped to save through seer's sight, will fall victim to your unquenchable ambition and might.
A doomed kingdom built on the bones of the dead, a legacy marred by battles and soldiers who fought, died and bled.
The king's eyes widened, disbelief etched upon his twisted, bewildered face, but the truth resonated deep within his soul.
For Artus, the seer, had unveiled a treacherous, unforseen destiny.
A vision of the future that tore at his heart,
the very king he served, in his thirst for power,
would bring ruin and darkness, tearing realms apart this very day.
This very hour!
King Kryie, his spirit shaken, faced a choice,
to heed the warning and alter his destiny's course.
Or ignore the seer's words, blinded by pride, continuing down his evil path of
wickedness no matter how many died.
The courtiers and generals watched in bated breath, as the king stood before Artus, wounded and frail.
A battle waged within, between light and shadow, a decision that could either save or doom his tale.
With a heavy sigh, the king knelt by Artus' side, tears mingling with blood, his voice a whisper,
"I have long sought power and glory in my grasp, but at what cost?
Is there a chance to differ?"
Artus, his vision fading, managed a weak smile,
"Great King, the path you choose lies in your hands, the future is ever malleable, shaped by your will, for the power to change lies where your heart stands."
With those final words, Artus succumbed to his wounds, the veil of the unknown forever closed his sight, but the impact of his prophecy lingered in the air, a choice for King Kryie, to cast aside evilness and embrace the light.
In the end, King Kryie, humbled by the seer's vision, wisdom and plight, turned away from the path of unchecked thirst for power and might.
He sought peace and redemption for his kingdom, a chance to set the realm on a path that was right.
And so, the tale of Artus, the aspiring seer,
echoed through the annals of time and song,
a reminder of the delicate balance of power, and the choices we make, righting the world's wrongs.
For even in the face of
a fate once foretold,
Human Will and Conscience can sway
The Tide.
And Unexpected Fate, in all its suspense,
Can Seed the Power of change,
Where
Destiny
Always Hide.
© Charles Kemp
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