Dr. Mark Eldridge was a respected archaeologist from Oxford University. He and his team were going to begin excavating a field outside of a small town after surveys found multiple burials. From what they had gathered the field had once been a lake. It was surrounded by snow capped mountains, and a forest. The location felt almost magical, if it weren't for the town just beside it.

Eldridge and his team began excavating the field, two locations that seemed promising. They worked meticulously for weeks. So far they had found fish bones, and plant remains that had been identified as nautical plants, confirming that this was indeed a lake once. Everything proceeded as normal.

Until they uncovered two sets of remains…

They were buried separately. One was identified as female in her early to mid 20s, there were no clothing remains on her, but underneath they uncovered the remains of what appeared to be a small boat. The other set was much more interesting. A male, late 20s - early 30s, no clothing left but what was clearly armor remained. What was most astonishing was that next to him a sword was found. It was gorgeous. It had a leather handle, and the blade had an inscription of gold on either side. The but of the sword was round and also made of gold. Yet despite all indications showing it had been here for a very long time, it looked to be in perfect condition. The find made the news, a possible medieval burial in a lake. The actual excavation of the remains took weeks, and they hadn't even finished when the old man appeared.

Eldridge and his team were returning from their lunch break. They arrived back on the site to see an old man standing over the remains of the male. He had a long white beard and hair. His clothing was dirty and looked old, he was clearly homeless. The man fell to his knees beside the dig. Eldridge and his team approached, the man was clearly distraught, his entire body was shaking as he reached into the site.

"Please don't touch anything." Eldridge instructed, "you'll contaminate the site." The man looked up at him, his eyes looked so old and tired, but suddenly they went dark with rage.

"How dare you." He exclaimed, "How dare you come to this sacred place, and desecrate the final resting places of these two individuals. They were laid to rest here by their loved ones, and how dare you come and dig up their graves!" the man had stood up now, "How DARE you disturb them! What gives you the right to come here to this most sacred space and desecrate people's graves?!"

"Sir, please step away, you should not be here." Eldridge started,

"It is YOU who shouldn't be here, sir. This man was a king! The greatest king to ever live. And her, she was unable to live peacefully and happily during her life, and now she cannot rest in peace either, thanks to YOU." The man snarled, "It is YOU who should leave." and with that the man went over to the pile of sifted soil and began filling one of the buckets. Eldridge and his team tried to get over to the site, but somehow they couldn't approach. It was as if an invisible barrier had been erected. The man began desperately trying to fill the holes back in, Eldridge could hear quiet sobs coming from the man.

Eldridge could hear sirens. One of his team members must have called the authorities. Two officers made their way over and Eldridge explained what was going on.

"Sir," One of the officers began, "You need to leave." The man carried on as if he hadn't heard them, still desperately pouring soil into the holes.

"Sir, we are not going to ask again. Leave now or we will remove you by force." The man stopped and looked up at the officers,

"I'd like to see you try."

One of the officers removed her taser from her belt. She leveled it at the man's torso, but the thing combusted before she could fire. The other officer then tried to move in, but he was stopped by the invisible barrier, just as Eldridge had been. Then the man saw the sword. It had already been entirely excavated, and had been placed on a fold out table near the dig sites. He stood.

"That sword should not be held in mortal hands. Not by anyone but Arthur. You dare remove it from this sacred place, steal what isn't yours." The male officer reached for the sword, not wanting the old man to get his hands on a weapon. Suddenly an invisible force threw him back. The man had his hand out. But he wasn't an old man anymore, he grew younger before their very eyes. He went from an old man with long white hair and a beard, to a young man, late 20s early 30s, raven black hair, clean shaven. His ears stuck out, and were noticeable now that his hair wasn't hiding them.

"I said not to touch it." He grabbed the sword and placed it next to the man's bones. His hand reached out and stroked the man's forehead. His eyes glowed once more and suddenly the entire dirt pile began moving towards him. He leaned down and kissed the skull. He filled in both holes, reburying the remains. His hand rested on the dirt. Suddenly the man burst into tears. He was screaming and sobbing.

"I was promised." he sobbed, "you were supposed to come back to me Arthur, it's been so long now. I'm all alone. I need you to come back to me. Please." He is doubled over in his cries. And then another impossible thing happened. Flowers began growing, blooming right out of the ground. Asters, Pink Camellias, red and pink carnations, red chrysanthemum, Cyclamens, Forget-me-nots, Heliotropes, Purple Hyacinths, Marigolds, red roses, dark crimson roses, rosemary, blue salvias, red tulips, yarrow, and sweet peas, all these flowers grew and bloomed while the impossible man sobbed.

He sat there and sobbed for hours. The police and Archaeologists just watched stunned, not sure what to do. The other grave began to glow. A female figure appeared. She was beautiful, dark hair in soft curls reached to her back. She was pale and thin and her dark eyes observed the man with sadness. She moved over to him, and began speaking to him. Eldridge couldn't understand what she was saying, but recognized the language as Old English, the kind spoken at the beginning of the medieval era. He couldn't understand what she was saying, but it clearly did nothing to lift the man's mood. Finally she says one final thing, and kisses the man's hair. She fades away, and the man just sat there, clearly mourning. Tears still streaming down his face.

Two weeks later the dig had been called off. No one wanting to risk the anger of the man who could throw people with his mind and create invisible barriers and grow an entire field of flowers in minutes. For months though, anyone who drove by the field would see the man, still sitting in the field of flowers mourning whoever was buried there.

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