The darkness of night covered the kingdom of Camelot with the exception of the full moon that seemed to be the only light in the night. Everyone within the city lay fast asleep in their beds. No lights to be seen within the homes and many rooms of the castle in the center of the city except for the bright light of a small candle in one of the high towers in the castle.
Inside the large room at a wooden desk sat an older man with short white hair and a long white beard. He was dressed completely in a long dark forest green hooded cloak and the expression of a deep frown seemed engraved on his face. Sitting in front of him was a small black ink bottle, a feathered pen, and a open journal.
The man dumped his feathered ink pen into the bottle before beginning to write out his broading thoughts on the white pieces of paper within the journal. '17 years have passed since Kayley and Garret became knights and Camelot has long since flourished but I fear our world is changing, things cannot stay this way much longer. I fear for their daughter as I am lost in how to help her. She knows nothing of the plans being made for her...Perhaps it is best I do nothing... Let things be the way they should...Give her strength Lionel for tomorrow she will find that nothing she knew will ever be the same again...' he thought as he wrote in the book. Once finished he closed the book and let out a loud sigh walking over to the window and shaking his head.