Choice 1/2

As much as I would like to say that coming out unscathed, I had lost almost all my memories of my life, only left with a lot of stories, light novel myths and fanfiction.

As I assimilated how screwed I was, I realized that I needed a name, "Arturo Pendragon", I was partly him, his pains and glories belonged to me, however I felt reluctant to give up all that remained of my autonomy, In these moments I tried to remember all the legends that that name carried, "He" had been more than a king, he was an inspiration, an ideal to aspire to, his pains and glories shaped the future more than you can believe.

But the Arthur in my memories was very different from those of the legends if I remember correctly the land where I think his kingdom was without intention of offending, a fucking piece of island but the kingdom of my memories was not "just" an island

Huge pristine walls that surrounded a citadel that could only be called beautiful, tens of thousands of people going from one place to another with smiles on their faces, humans, fae and beings from other worlds, all together in pursuit of this dream materialized in a full world. of dangers but that all thanks to a man and his knights had achieved peace but all this was the beginning, he would not rest until the entire continent is like the kingdom of his old friend Oberon while he observed the fruit of his efforts, he felt like his heart was seized with a feeling that he thought forgotten, the euphoria of knowing that he was so close

Even though there was discontent among the newly united tribes and the cursed dragons rampant whenever they felt like it. The portals had stabilized this once arid land could enjoy trade with other worlds.

Merlin had assured him that as long as his reign continued prosperity was guaranteed and even Morgana should understand that this world needed unification, continuous internal wars had worn them down. More and more horrors ventured beyond the magical carved borders, but for his friendship with the fae he feared that his people would starve.

Millions of mouths to feed would have emptied his already meager reserves, perhaps he should hunt another dragon?

Your treasures would be a great help in these times of crisis. The damn lizards did not know when to surrender, Draig swore he would keep them all under his fold, but they refused to even maintain cordialities with their emperor.

Giving a tired sigh as he tried to keep that image of why he was fighting engraved in his memory, he could not help but close his eyes from the fatigue that was overwhelming him.

Swallowing the lump in his throat that he knew would come if he also thought about all that it had cost them, so much death due to the greed of a few and in themselves they were on the edge of the world only kept alive by the goodwill of friends who gave them to us. They had given up, biting his lips, he restrained the urge to scream in frustration

"What do you think Morgana? The magical borders can only be maintained as long as the ley lines are maintained, by hunting down every magical being within Lot, you not only antagonize me but your own King" he thought aloud but what was his surprise when a voice answered him

"Do not try to get into the minds of the immortals especially that crazy old woman, little Artur the stupid witch has lived beyond many stars, he does not understand the tribulations of mortals like us"

The court magician giving those airs of mystery and theatricality that she loved to give when she wanted to make her point and start a sermon, even though the fact that she was reeking of alcohol ruined the image she wanted to give… again.

The king could not help but smile as he watched as his teacher with everything and the stench of alcohol (cheap), began to give him a sermon on the 1001 reasons why he should better stay away from a witch who only surrounded herself with Banshees, Redcap, hatching etc, as he delivered the stupidest spiel in pitiful days, he knew he must interrupt it or he risked losing a day that couldn't be more busy.

Clearing his throat, he decided to ask the reason for his visit.

"Master although your visit is always appreciated, because you came so abruptly I thought you would be" negotiating "with the pretty merchant who in her words lit her with the flame of a wyvern in heat"

"HAHAHA, I just came from spending a good evening discussing whether the wine from * / 2312 / * / 8 / was more delicious than my own freshly gifted reserve from your winery, but I came for something very interesting" changing the tone in his voice in what could only say sadness

"Hey boy wake up"

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The boy couldn't help but gasp in amazement at that last sentence.

"What in the hell happened?"

"That's what I'd like to ask you boy, what in the hell happened?"

Scared at the sudden voice, he blinked to clear his vision and what was his surprise at seeing a middle-aged man, hair black as a raven's wing and giving that look that could only express the caution that he feels when seeing a dangerous animal, the fact that it had a damn curved sword? Saber? In front of him he already expressed more than what his face wanted to say, so in order not to scare the unknown armed man, he could only measure his next words but stupidly expressed.

"Hello? Good morning" trying to smile sincerely beyond the nervous laugh that began to give.