Heavy rain falls into the soils of Southside Saxon land; Sussex. Nature tries desperately to clean up the many blood stains that the Tyrant Kings left during the battle with the King of the Winter; Bagdemagus. The Tyrant Kings wanted to expand their land and army to create a new world order, where freedom in their galaxy will be replaced with order. This type of thinking did not please the God of their galaxy. For he had warned his creations that control and pridefulness did not belong in his kingdom, and those who refuse to follow his teachings of freedom will be punished and exile from their home galaxy; Lavulva. With this new found knowledge about Tyrant King's intentions for their planet; Anehta, God contacted the King of Nature in dreams and ordered him to do what as to be done, for he can't do anything for the time being. He knew the King of Nature will never lose sight of freedom and justice for all beings in Lavula.

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     The rage of the thunderstorms crashed loudly on the heavens as bolts of lightning flash across the skies. The sounds of two horses running and neighing into the dark and stormy night. Mud covered the grey and green horses' hooves, trying to lead their masters to their destination.

The green horse had a rider with a gold plated exquisite armor, who wore a full covered helmet that had a deep green plume. The armored man also had a pale white cape that the winds blew so tenderly. Though, the rider was covered from head to toe with great armor that made him seem valiant and ferocious. Underneath his covered armor, he had fair white skin and his eyes were a hue of Carolina blue. His hair was a pure shade of green. The grey horse had a rider with red and grey plated armor, who wore a great bascinet skull without a visor. He had smooth and dark skin with a short grey beard. His eyes were a purple hue. He breathes heavily as the wind mix with rain blow his face. These riders were the purses of knights in their kingdom, who had a mission to accomplish.

"My liege, are you so sure that the Saxon Kings are willing to comply with us?!" yelled The Grey Knight, under the sounds of the thunderstorm. His voice was deep and soft when he spoke.

"Histories of the Saxon Kings seems to imply they never do!" The Golden Knight responded firmly with a smooth yet commanding voice. They continue to ride off into the rain as they enter Saxon territory.

     Large and wide doors open; making a loud cracking noise. The two knights were being escorted by a black hooded person, leading them into the throne room of one of the main Saxon Kings. As they enter they left behind droplets of water from their wet armors. The halls leading up to the throne was covered with divine furniture and the walls were made of marvel. The Grey Knight couldn't help but be disgusted with the Tyrant King's pridefulness. They were surrounded by fame and fortune while his land and people were left in famine and misery as they passed through the village. The Golden Knight simply scoff at the thought of it. Though he too was a King, he always treated everyone with equal status and have their way of living.

"This away is the throne room." The dark hooded man spoke with a deep and raspy voice. He proceeded to open another set of large doors and gestured the knights to enter. The throne room was very large and spacious. The color of the throne room was grey but the furniture and knight statues were all shades of red. The room had many pillars surrounding the space and in the middle-end was the Tyrant King's throne where he sat. Two guards on either side stand next to him. Above him was a stain glass window of a fallen knight with full covered white and pink armor. The Tyrant King had a stern and wrinkled face with a dark red beard; the same hue as his flowing hair. He had white skin and wore heavy red elegant fur clothing. The Knights step further into the throne room and walked up to the Tyrant King. The Golden Knight took off his helmet to reveal his face and takes ahold on it on the side of his torso. They both stop near him and bow down to him.

"Arthur, what a pleasant surprise? And here I thought you have forgotten about me." The Tyrant King addressed to the Golden Knight. He had a rough and loud voice. 

King Arthur stood upright and face his fellow King.

"Our ancestors have quite a history together, King Hengist. Some aren't easily forgettable."

The Tyrant King begins to laugh at his reply; slapping his hand on the arm of the throne.

"So it seems. What brings you both into my land?" 

King Arthur cleared his throat as he prepares himself for King Hengist response, who he knew very well that he doesn’t take too well with criticism and orders.

"Our Lord; Bravery, used up all his strength to communicate with me through a dream from under Earth's seas-"

King Hengist begin to chuckle as he grins, interrupting King Arthur.

"Ah, yes. He is trap down there from the battle with The One, isn't he?" 

King Arthur groans softly at him. It wasn't the fact that he interrupted him, It was the fact he laughed and disrespect at God's current miserable state.

"Yes, and he assigns a task of great importance to me." He continued.

"And what is this task that Bravery assigned to you, Arthur?" Huffed King Hengist in annoyances. He put his hand on his cheek while his elbow rested on the handle of his throne.

"A task to help your dying land and provide your people with supplies and shelter. To lead them to great freedom." He said, trying to not reveal his true intentions of being there. 

King Hengist hums and proceeded to chuckle.

"Why would God give you such a task if the Saxon lands aren't your kingdom, Arthur?" He questions him as he continued to laugh. "Why would he give you such a worthless task to the King of Nature?"

King Arthur sighs at his behavior, clenching his fist angrily.

"If God believes it is of importance than it is of importance." King Arthur spoke firmly.

"And what would happen if I don't allow you to proceed your little mission, Arthur." He dared him. King Arthur remains silent as he stared at King Hengist.

"I'll do whatever it takes to achieve the mission that the Lord has signed me, King Hengist."

"Whatever it takes?" He hums calmly. "I see you are trying to bring back past history to life, Arthur. Especially the part where my greatest descendant, Talon murdered your descendant, Matheus. Do you really want to relive that rivalry again?" He questioned him; mockingly.

King Arthur felt a tingle of anger rising up to him. He stops his breaths and projected his voice,

"The Lord has-"

"I don't care what the Lords said!" King Hengist quickly got up from his throne; throwing his hand in a fit of rage, interrupting King Arthur once again. He started slowly getting closer to King Arthur as he proceeds to circle around him and the Grey Knight.

"This. Is. My. Land. This is my kingdom. I rule here and I can do whatever I please with it. This goes to all Kings of Saxons lands." King Hengist stopped in front of King Arthur and put his face closer to his. 

"We have to clarify who is the strongest to live and who is the weakest to die. By finally placing order in this pathetic rock. We can establish greater things in our galaxy. The war with Nightmare will soon be upon us and we need to figure out people's place in Lavula. We. need. feudalism." He growls at King Arthur, an inch close to his face. He snarled at him stepping away from King Hengist, looking at him with such disgust.

"Blasphemy! That defies everything that Bravery has taught us about freedom on this planet! Anehta is a planet of freedom and the people that live upon it must apply freedom in all Lavula! Everyone has freedom and no one is above a Starhuman! Once Bravery has seen your plan put to action, he will destroy you!" King Arthur scolded at him. His rage came to light as he warned King Hengist, giving him a threatening look.

"If he couldn't destroy Galacta Knight, what makes you think he will destroy me or the other Saxon Kings, Arthur." He challenged him, giving him a smug look as he put his hands behind his back. King Arthur simply groans frustratedly.

"I fear no God and I don't fear you." He muttered to him.

"If I never see you in my land and try to make this right. I won't hesitate to kill you and your people, Arthur." He threatened him. He begins to walk away from him; giving him a displeasing look. He sat back at his throne.

"Guards, get them out of my sight." He gestured his hands to get rid of them. The two guards proceeded to grabbed King Arthur and The Grey Knight as they drag them out of King Hengist's castle.

      Once they arrive at the front doors the guards pushed them out; making them land on the mud as the rain soak them again. The guards began to laugh at them as they shut the large doors; banging them shut.

"I assume you have a plan, My Liege?" The Grey Rider asked him; looking at him with concern.

"I have to do what's have to be done, Sir Bedivere. Even if I have to kill him and the other Kings myself." King Arthur sighed, looking at the rusted door. He stares up to the heavens and closes his eyes slowly. He felt the raindrops landed on his warm face as the wind blows his green hair. It reassures him so. Makes him forget about all his responsibility for a short time. He slowly opens his eyes again and puts his helmet on, letting out a deep long sigh. For the first time in his life, he doesn't know what to do. He was in fear for his planet and galaxy’s fate.