Taken to his feet, towering over the young man, stood the dark knight. The one they chastised, they ridiculed, they believed was the reason for the kingdom to have fallen so far. Yet here he stood, among the young king and queen, covered in damaged armor that told the tale of his gallant history. 

                Behind him stood the other knights, generals, advisors and, the masses. Everyone watching the black knight back and waiting to see their disbelief in him rise up. Hey only had the word of the queen to go off of after all. Since the credit for everything, even causing the chaos in the kingdom, was done by her. They didn’t believe that it was this brand new dark knight was the reason normality flowed within the kingdom. Much like history, it soon will pass.

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                The knight stood over the young king. Silently waiting for the next instruction but, nothing new came from the king’s lips. Promise of grandeur and riches were made and yet the knight new it was never going to happen, even when things were going well. He nodded, turned and walked off, he didn’t save the kingdom for glory, and he did it because he saw them struggle and knew there was an easier way. A more efficient way to make everything work and yet the king was almost willing to throw him under over miss understandings made by the queen and advisors.

                “Arise all for he has saved us from peril” were the last words the knight heard. Didn’t care or wanted to wait for the applause, he just wanted his peace. His time, because he knew he would rise again for the kingdom. Not because of duty but, because his strength will always be needed.