Prologue…
He is called the Black King. No one knows where he came from or who he truly is but what is known is this he appeared ten years ago in the modern age unleashing an army of the dead and a horde or dragons. Two years after his first appearance he raised the High Priestess Nimueh it is not known why he chose her instead of other powerful sorceresses like Morgause or Morgana.
From the dead and made her his bride after their unholy union they enslaved most of Europe wiping out the royal bloodline not one life was sparred so long as it shared a single drop of royal blood.
He claims to be a man of peace but all he brings is death and destruction. The Black King kills all those who would stand in the way of his utopia without remorse it is even said by those of the old religion who can remember that his evil heart if he even has one is as black as poison, cold as ice and even more vile than Morgana's.
There are whispers though of a man who once died they say he will rise again and deliver the world from evil. This man has a name it is Arthur.
Present Day…
He heard the sound of water and felt the light hit his eyes. Arthur slowly opened them to find a blue sunny sky right above. "Merlin? Where are you?" Arthur sat up his head aching he felt his side where he was once bleeding only to find nothing like he had never been wounded and the piece of Mordred's sword in boat was lying next to him along with his own sword.
He looked around and to his shock saw massive steel towers with glass he had never seen such structures. The wooden boat finally stopped hitting a wooden dock Arthur climbed out he felt as if he had woken up in a foreign land it made him uneasy.
Arthur walked cautiously down a stone path with light poles going side to side. All was quiet as he walked slowly. He then heard footsteps from behind him and the cocking of a gun it was a young girl no older than fourteen in jeans and a hoody. "The sword, drop it now and kick it away slowly."
Arthur did just that not fully understanding what strange world he found himself in he felt it wise to tread carefully. "What are you? You dress like a Dread Knight but you're not dead."
"Dread knight?" Arthur repeated confused. "I don't know what you're talking about I'm Arthur Pendragon king of Camelot."
The young girl started to laugh as she moved in front of Arthur. "Yeah right well I'm Jane princess of your nuts."
Arthur bit his lip he was smart enough to know when he was being insulted. "I'm guessing I'm not in Albion anymore."
"Obviously not wherever that is. You might be worth something at the collection office a good bounty to get me through the winter now move." She motioned the gun and Arthur did as she said looking for an opening.
"Where's Merlin when you need him." He muttered.
"What was that?" Jane asked picking up his sword.
"Nothing."
The Black King's Castle…
The castle was a massive structure terrifying in its own right it engulfed a six mile radius of what use to be London. Most might question the size of such a structure but really the castle doubled as a prison. Yes the King had what must have been over a thousand or more prisoners languishing in misery some were old and locked away for merely speaking out against him at a young age.
Deep in the throne room on one of the highest floors he sat on his throne a frightful figure clad in iron armor forged in a dragon's breath bearing a spiked helmet that doubled as a crown and wearing a black ruined cape. His subjects trembled as his cold red glowing eyes opened "I can feel him, Arthur."
The King whispered in a dark husky voice as stood up. He walked toward the balcony to oversee the black clouded city. "Soon the day I've waited so long for will arrive we will all be back together how appropriate. I've missed them all so very much even her and the druid boy."
"Sweetheart come to bed I'm lonely." Nimueh beckoned seductively as she approached the tall figure from behind wrapping her arms around him.
"Ah yes I'm so sorry dear wife I was wrapped up in my nostalgia. The stage is set for the big finale and soon all the players will be arriving."
"Oh you make it sound like some big battle is approaching. I would even venture to say you are enjoying this." Nimueh smiled as she ran her fingers through the King's long black hair.
"Joy?" The Black King started to laugh "That is hardly the verb I would use to describe this feeling. I am ecstatic I am absolutely surging with anticipation this will be the greatest struggle of them all. Now let us embark on this journey together my love let us kill and be killed in return. Let us bring a storm of chaos and death."
"Sounds like fun." Nimueh then kissed the right side of his helmet.
"How do you think he'll cope? Living in this new world I mean where up is down black is white right is left hell becomes heaven and rights become wrongs and vice versa."
"Who Arthur? I imagine that this new adventure will throw him for a loop."
The Collection Office…
Arthur hit the dirt floor of his cell he couldn't believe the price she got for him. As the king sat against the wall he heard a familiar voice one he thought he'd never hear again. "Now I know I'm in hell if you're here Arthur."
Arthur turned his head. "Whose there?"
"What you don't recognize me I mean we only drove our blades through each other in the end." The young boy then emerged from the darkness it was…
"My God it's you Mordred."
