Camelot: Armor Of Light Chronicles Volume 1

By Lady Antiva

The death of King Arthur has resulted in chaos once again engulfing Bretunia. Queen Morgana is determined to wrest the kingdom from the reigning monarch and has marshaled the Dragonarmies to devastate the land. Without Merlin and the Knights of the Round Table, the Dark Queen’s minions are unstoppable.

The destiny of Camelot rests with a mismatched band of adventurers – an apprentice wizard, a galanic-healer, a mage-knight of Makidos and the heir apparent, Knight Aubriet. The fabled Armor of Light holds the key to restoring the balance of power. Will Castle Camelot crumble under the might of Queen Morgana, or is deliverance at hand?

Read this ebook, and then follow the journey of the new heroes of Camelot in 'King Arthur's Legacy' and 'Armor Quest' !

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thomas LIM Publications
• Release date: Jun 13, 2011
• ISBN: 9789810891985

Lady Antiva

I am Lady Antiva, the new Makidon Guildmaster, recently promoted from being a Senior High Guildman (a too masculine term in my view). I live in Camelot city, and play a crucial role in chronicling various lore of Bretunia. Hence, I have been bestowed the honor as being the co-author of 'The Book of Lore', deputy to Porthios, the Loremaster. I am entrusted with the Guild Fellowship Staff, a tall slender rod of gold metal, encrusted with complex runes, impeccably carved, some small enough to cover with a finger yet more complex than a spider's web. The top of the Staff is curled into a fanciful hook, a symbol of unity and brotherhood.. I welcome you to write to me at [e-mail] and I will happy share with you my notes, drawings, sketches and previews!

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CAMELOT

Armor Of Light Chronicles Volume 1

by

Lady Antiva

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Camelot:

Armor Of Light Chronicles Volume 1

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The flickering glow of a torch outlined a solitary figure slumped on an impressive throne. Around him, the one hundred and forty nine chairs of the once glorious knights of the round table had become tainted with dust. King Constantine rested his elbows on the table and buried his head in his palms. Images of the knights slain in battle against Mordred, the treacherous fiend, flashed through his mind. Constantine shuddered at the recollection of blood-smeared swords and tattered shields, strewn about the corpses of the countless knights who fell on that single accursed day.

The Eastern door creaked ajar. Against the dim light of the hall, Queen Variana’s soft silken hair shone moonlike, on her stately figure. Her soft expressive eyes momentarily dispelled the gloom that hung low over Camelot castle. Meeting her eyes, King Constantine heaved a sigh of relief, and for the first time in days, relaxed a little. Had he been too tense lately waiting for news from the knights he had sent on mission? he wondered. Still no news from them, my Lord? Variana asked with a soft calm voice. Constantine stirred at the question. Not yet, my love. I expect they should arrive soon ... I hope.

Placing a reassuring hand on King Constantine, Variana whispered, Rest you a while, for it is almost dawn. Constantine sighed and nodded heavily. Standing behind Variana, he noticed a figure with a clouded look. Ah! My newly knighted son. Has not the night overcome you yet? Come here, Aubriet.

Though barely eighteen years of age, the crown prince, Uriel Loron, had proven himself well in the various art of war. The great Sir Lancelot had commended the prince for his remarkable talents, and with proper guidance, felt he was destined to be a notable warrior. Though Constantine never doubted Sir Lancelot’s words, he feared that he might not live to witness it. Besides, Uriel was not his only worry. There was another... The grave look of anxiety quickly returned to Constantine, but he managed to gaze away before Aubriet could detect it.

Can I be of any help, father? Uriel inquired. I could try to... Constantine patted the prince on the back. Certainly my child, but the night is almost over. Perhaps we could discuss this at greater length tomorrow? Uriel scowled. His father had recently denied him the chance to ride with the messenger knights and had for countless times evaded the topic of his leaving the castle to retrieve the lost Excalibur. Uriel decided that tonight he was not to be deterred. For once, he thought, I shall assert myself.

No - father. You wouldn’t have time tomorrow to discuss matters with your ‘little child’. I have decided. I shall go in quest of the legendary Excalibur and will set off tomorrow, with or without your leave.

Constantine gasped in disbelief. Uriel had never yet been this defiant. May I remind you that it is to the King you are speaking, young knight, Constantine said, referring obliquely to the Knight’s Code of Servility. His voice shook with each word, breaking the oppressive silence.

M...M...My Lord, please calm down, Variana quickly interjected, torn between her pained husband and newly-defiant son. Aubriet, apologise to your father, quickly, she advised sternly, deferring in Constantine’s favour. Aubriet, thought the prince. They have been calling me by that name since I was an infant -hardly anyone else even remembers that name now, he noted bitterly. Yet, to my parents - the King and Queen of Bretunia, I am but a child. How can I tell them that Aubriet has grown up - that he is now Crown Prince Uriel Loron and has been joined into the ranks of the Knights.

Uriel clenched his fist and stood his ground. In the silence, seconds trickled by tensely. But seeing his father’s hurt, Uriel conceded. I’m sorry, father -I was beside myself. he said in a subdued voice, while his spirit continued in rage.

Constantine waved his hand. Return to your chamber. I wish to be left alone. Uriel was about to continue but the urgent, pleading look on Variana’s eyes kept him in check. Yes, father. He bowed and strode out with quick, resolute steps. Please do not hold this against Aubriet, Variana pleaded as she sought to soothe Constantine. She could feel him gasping for breath and shivering involuntarily. But her own suppressed emotions soon overwhelmed Variana too, and tears began forming in her pale blue eyes. What’s to become of him, sobbed Variana. "Our kingdom