I apologise for not updating in a long time but I had a large collection of Fanfics to read so I was busy but here it is:
The court stared in silence as the figure clad in clothes as dark as pitch picked Morgana up bridal style and whispered something to her sleeping body. The silence ended soon though. Shouts and screams emerged from the startled onlookers and guards gingerly crept forward, their swords and spears held towards him at arms length. It was then that the figure seemed to come to his senses. He further shocked the court when he uttered words of Magic and the woman in his arms vanished; he then turned to face King Arthur. He bowed low, his back a straight line, his head tipped towards the floor. One of his legs was behind the other and his arm was held out to the side, as though frozen during a sweeping movement. Rising, he smiled softly at the king before he opened his mouth and a voice, radiating an unrecognisable accent came forth. " King Arthur, the greatest king there is, it is nice to meet you face to face at last. I understand you are accusing me of the vicious murder that occurred a few months prior. It is my sincere hope that you understand that I did not commit it and am in fact investigating it still yet I am still to come to a conclusion."
The king could do naught but stare; caught in a trance by this mysterious figure. The spell was broken, however, when a certain Lord charged forward. "Sire, why do you stop? Don't you want to order your guards to arrest this bas-" the rest of his statement was cut off by the presence of a metal staff touching his neck.
"Finish that sentences and this staff will find a new display case, Lord Rawhide. Do you think I don't know who you are? Why, I know things about you that would make even the hardest man shudder in disgust," the masked head tilted. " I do not wish to harm you but get in my way and my mind might change." Fearfully the Lord stepped back, visibly sighing at the lack of metal coming his way.
Clapping his gloved hands loudly, the man looked around at the rest of the court. "Let me make this clear to you, to all of you. No matter who you are, no matter how much money you have, no matter who you know or what you own, if you do an evil act, no matter how small, I will catch and punish you accordingly. There is only so much the guards can but don't think I won't stoop to such levels should the need occur. I have made it my duty to protect the innocent, the weak, and the people everyone looks down on. Yes, I have magic but I will use it for the good of others and if you believe me to be a villain then think again for I am the protector of this city. That is my job, you may not like that, but it is mine." With a sudden flash that left all blinded, the figure fired his dart rope ( from a one handed crossbow) and swung, once again, through the window. On the spot where his stood was a small, black piece of parchment with bold white lettering on it. The message was clear:
Justice will be served.