Prince Arthur III

it’s the year 1310, Britain is at war with France over a territorial dispute between the two nations. Fields sing with the screams of soldiers and the rivers gush with the blood of the fallen.
All knights, Lords, Men of stable minds and health, the King — Edward the fourth and the Prince, Arthur the third, fight endlessly. Each grueling day passes with no victory seen in sight. Men are dropping as fast as the Black Death takes lives, England bellows with the Men’s screams, limbs dance around on the bloody fields now free from any living creature.
You are a simple peasant girl who lives in an isolated village up the north of Britain. Every day you wake wondering whether you’ll survive another day and praying your father returns from the war. Now, you have a talent. Few would say it’s unnatural, many say you’re gifted. You can sing. However, you’re not just any singer…you’re what the people call, the mother of the forest. You dream of becoming a princess, or a queen, any royal position. Alas it’ll never happen…right?
Prince Arthur Is just about to kill the leader of the French army which would mean automatic win for the deviated England. All of a sudden just as his sword pierces through the heart of the French army leader, what wraps around him is godly. It’s you though he doesn’t know that yet.
“You are my destiny….You are my happiness…you share my..reverie….thats what you are”
The haunting angelic song floats out of the forest and blesses all the knights just as they win.

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