It has been three weeks since the royal wedding between Prince Derrick and Mabel happened.The kingdom has by now resumed it usual activities, with everywhere bubbling with excitement.Yet, while Naviel kingdom, celebrated, trouble was brewing at the borders between Naviel and Decresh.A Navielian merchant ship was approaching the entrance of the Leviathan sea on its journey home. As it approached on of the harbors controlled by the kingdom of Decresh, the ship's owner, James, observed the coastline with a sense of nostalgia.He had this guts feeling that something wasn't right, but he couldn't place his hands on it.Nevertheless he decided to put all those thoughts behind him.'Probably just a mere thought.' he said in his mind.As he guided his vessel toward the dock, he noticed something unsettling—the grim expressions on the faces of other Navielian sailors. No!This can't just be a mere thought.Something was clearly wrong somewhere, and he needs to get to the bottom of it, and

With that in mind, Arthur made his way to his father's chambers.Two guards stood at the door, armed with spears."Good evening my prince." the guards greets Arthur."Good evening, I want to have a word with my father."One of the guards nods his head, and then went inside to report to the king.Soon he was back."You may enter, your highness." he replies."Thanks you."Once granted permission, Arthur made his way inside.King Alfred was seated on his desk, busy with some paper works when his son made his entrance."What is it, Arthur?" King Alfred asks, still busy engrossed with his work."Nothing much, just made an amazing discovery about this war between us and Decresh, and I felt it was necessary to inform you about it."King Alfred immediately stopped what he was doing, giving his full attention to his son."Yes go on." he urged."Well father, this is my discovery." Arthur says as he places the map he had marked already in front of his father.He then began to share his discovery

Meanwhile Prince Arthur was busy training in the training grounds.He was sweating all over from a recent workout.Varrons who was nearby passed him a jug of water."Thanks Varrons." Arthur mutters his thanks as he took a swing from the jug.Varrons nods his head as an answer, while he steps back to continue his duties.Recently, the young prince has caught his attention. He had never seen someone so dedicated as Prince Arthur, down to everything he does. Either he saw him reading about the kingdom, training in the yard like he was doing now, or even when it comes to matters of State.He sure knows how to navigate his way through, unlike the other princes, who only knows how to womanize or party wildly.Soon Prince Arthur resumed his training, but it wasn't long when trouble came knocking on his doors.Prince Daniel swaggers in, his gold-stitched doublet flaring like a deliberate challenge to the morning’s discipline. The air, thick with sweat and leather, parted reluctantly for hi

The sun's golden rays filtered through the stained glass windows of the grand cathedral church of St Peters the rock, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense and anticipation as the kingdom's nobility gathered to witness a momentous occasion: the knighting of Prince Arthur, among others.King Alfred, resplendent in his royal regalia, stood before the altar, his eyes scanning the assembly with a mixture of pride and solemnity. Beside him, the Archbishop of Naviel, his grace, Cyril Jones, a wise and aged man, held the Sword of State, its blade gleaming with an ethereal light.Prince Arthur, tall and proud, stepped forward, his armor polished to a mirror finish. He wore a white tunic emblazoned with the golden lion of Naviel, symbolizing his purity of heart and his loyalty to the crown. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, and his eyes shone with a quiet determination.The church choir sang various melodies to the soothing ears of t

The stage was set, the players were in place, and the audience was holding its collective breath. The two armies faced each other, their eyes locked in a fierce stare, as the tension between them grew thicker than the morning fog.King Alfred, his armor gleaming in the sunlight, rode to the front of his army, his voice booming across the plain. "Warriors of Naviel, today we fight for our kingdom, for our families, and for our honor! We fight for the freedom to live our lives as we see fit, to worship our God, to our gods, and to protect our loved ones. Decresh has threatened our peace, and now we must defend it. Let us show them the strength of our motherland, Naviel! Let us show them the courage of our hearts!""For Naviel!!"The Naviel army roared, their voices shaking the earth, as they clashed their swords against their shields.Prince Arthur, his armor adorned with the golden lion of Naviel, stood tall in his stirrups, his sword raised high, as he gave the battle cry."For Navi