The Heart of Camelot is no more...

Camelot is no more. Standing on the hill, once giving a majestic view over the beautiful castle, I now see ruins, and it's hard to realise, the place I once loved will never return. Has it been this long? I can't remember. I have travelled the world and back again, to find peace, a new destiny and signs of Arthur's return.

People have long forgotten the bubbling servant, who used to roam through Camelot's halls, collecting herbs at the market and making a fool of himself. Even I almost fail to remember those days. Days of prosperity and hope. They had no idea how often I fought for them, to live a life in peace.

The ruins are the only witnesses left to remind me of my life there. Of the friends I miss so much. They moved on to a place I cannot reach. My powerful magic useless, as always.

I want to move on as well, but I can't. It's impossible to do so when events are unresolved. When there's still hope of a new world, full of magic and laughter. I have seen small glimpses of how life can be, but it has been taken away again and again. All for the sake of destiny, and for the Once and Future King.

Descending the hill and making my way towards my former home is a sad experience. My steps feel as heavy as my heart. Once there was so much life at the Heart of Camelot...

... Now it's deserted and painfully quiet.