Now, Darion hadn't actually said much for the whole time, sort of kept himself to himself... One thing he couldn't stand was that jerk, ah well, at least he was going to do something with himself, at least he was not at home, just sitting there, thinking about how he was gonna die.<br/>He had done some stuff to help here and there and then he had gone to his room... well, if it can be called a room.<br/><br/>It was more-or-less a bedroom with a bathroom attached, more or less a toiletry with a shower.<br/>He was about to sit down when he heard the captains voice... to the helm, hey? Well, to the helm it is!<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-weight: bold">MEAN WHILE....</span></span></span><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Arthur had returned to New Camelot, he had had Luncheon with the rest of the knights, and then gone directly to bed. Whilst he was asleep, he had a dream...<br/><br/><br/>he rode his horse along the lines of his men, against a foe of unspeakable evil.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Lancelot! Take your riders down the left side!"<br/>"Gewain! Follow my Company down the center!"<br/>"Pelinor! Take your company right, and get past the wall!"</span><br/>Then he stopped infront of his men.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"Forth! And fear no Darkness! Arise! Arise! Knights of the Round Table! Spears shall be shaken! Shields shall be splintered! A sword day, a red day! ERE THE SUN RISES!"</span><br/>he starts and one end of the army and rides to the other, tapping the weapons with his own sword as he goes.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"RIDE NOW!! RIDE NOW!!! RIIIIIIDE!!!!!"<br/>"Ride to ruin! AND THE WORLD ENDING!!!"</span><br/>then he raises his sword in the air and yells<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"DEATH!!!!"</span><br/>then the soldiers repeat<br/>"DEATH!!"<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"DEATH!!!!"</span><br/><br/>"DEATH!!!"<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"DEATH!!!!"</span><br/><br/>"DEAAAAATH!!!"<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"FORTH ALBIAN!!!!"</span><br/>The trumpets blew, and the charge started.<br/>The Enemy fired Arrows and Fireballs, but they could do nothing to stop the charge, the enemy general says "Fire at Will!" but, well, it dosn't work, they get trampled by the horses and speared by swords(makes no sense, but I couldn't care less).<span style="color: #400000">"Arthur!!! Arthur!! Arthur!"</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #400000">"Arthur"</span><br/>He wakes up, to see his servant.<br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"What do you want?"</span>Arthur ask-yells<br/>his servant stops what he's doing and looks at him, strangely.<br/><span style="color: #400000">"Dinner is ready..."</span><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"oh..."</span>