Prologue

The Temple of the Knight's Orders has been around for millenniums, a place where Knights gathered to host gatherings, and embark on quests to find treasure, and fight the beasts that roam the lands. The Keeper of the Temple has passed from generation to generation, a promise to keep the history of this grand place alive. Most of the time, it stayed in the family, but nearly sixty years ago, it fell into the hands of a man who swore to never let the history of this place die.

And he has kept up with it.

The older man was resting in his chair on the porch of the temple, watching as the children played on the grass, throwing around a ball and laughing. A small smile passed across his face, his face had worn down over the years, and the wrinkles showed his age. At a hundred years old, he has lived for a really long time, and he was quite tired. He was ready to move on and meet his lover who he had left a long time ago. It wasn't by choice, but he knew they would meet again in death.

"Keeper Black!" One of the children raced across the lawn and up the steep steps of the temple, "would you tell us the story?"

The other children had followed close behind, a light in their eyes as they eagerly sat around the elderly man. He chuckled softly, the one boy sitting upon his knee. It was a little uncomfortable due to his old age, but he would just make it work.

"What story would you like me to tell you?" He asked the children, remembering all the stories he could tell.

"The tale of the Black Knight!" The children practically screamed in unison.

There was a pang in his heart, the tears that he did not dare shed pricked his eyes. It was one of the children's favorite stories to hear, but it was one that brought him a lot of pain. He could still remember those beautiful golden eyes, and those silky, silver-blonde hair. It was like he had just seen him yesterday even though it's been over half of a century.

I'll meet you again, my love, someday.

"A long time ago, there lived a young man..."