520 AD, Britain A miserable drizzle cloaked the skies of Briton, drenching the rolling green hills, and masking the dark outline of an estate in the distance. The ancient runed stones of the Old Ways were steadily disappearing under a thick layer of moss, and the rich soil was turning to a muddy soup. It had been raining for weeks now without cease or reprieve - though really, the start of the bad weather happened years ago. Years ago, on that horrible day when King Arthur was run through by his own son. That was in the past, and it was now the present, but the bad weather still remained. Arthur Uther Pendragon - the great king of Briton- had died four years ago at the hands of Mordred. Mordred, in the process, was murdered by his father. The hopeful few said that Arthur would one day return; the practical said that the golden age was over and it would never return. The knights of King Arthur were in the latter camp, for the most part - and the few surviving ones disbanded and scattered across the green hills of Briton, where the lived in shadow and secrecy. The ones that died, left behind children and lovers who knew very little of the Kingdom that had come before. Briton was under the rule of a Saxon once more, and as typical of Saxon kings, the country suffered under his rule in the form of apathy and doubt more than rape and pillaging. Silhouetted against the gloom was a young man on a horse. His chain-mail gleamed with dampness, his surcoat clung to him like a wet rag, and while his horse sank into the ground, he sank into the dirt. There were no knights in shining armor anymore, merely mud and rain-soaked warriors who played chivalry. He rode slowly towards the fortress, knowing that he had to pass it to continue on his quest. His red hair was matted from the dampness, and he looked profoundly grim. Despite these setbacks, the knight continued walking in the rain towards the shadowed silhouette of the estate, knowing that beyond it there was a way to restore both the good weather and the good humor of his country to the kingdom that he loved but had never seen.