INVOCATION by Alyssa

"Before the gods fell and the last Pendragon bled beneath the willow, there was a boy.

And I was there—camera in hand, asking him for a comment while the world burned.

He smiled, weary and fire-lit, as if prophecy were just a passing inconvenience.

He told me,

'If you want to know the truth,

you'll need to start before the sword, before the war,

before I knew my name meant something to the stars.'

So, I listened. And I wrote it all down.

Not just the battles. Not just the blood.

But the dreams. The laughter. The betrayals that tasted like love.

The girl who kissed him before she lied.

The dragon who raised him.

The prophecy that used them all.

You won't find this in the archives of Celeste,

nor whispered by monks of the Cathedral.

The gods don't tell stories like this.

But I do.

This is not history.

This is memory.

This is myth in its final hour.

This is the rise of Albion Pendragon—

King of Avalon.

Heir of Excalibur.

The boy who loved the world too much to let it end quietly.

And if the stars still listen,

then let them hear us now.

Let them hear how he lived."