It was a bright day in Camelot. King Arthur and Caliburn were practicing out in the arena, as they always did at this time of day.
“No, no, no, Arthur!” yelled Caliburn. “Hit the bigger enemies first, then go and take out the little ones!”
“I don’t know if yelling at me is going to help my strategy any, Caliburn.”
“Blue boy’s got a point there, Caliburn,” said Mordred, a Knight of the Round Table whose thirst for power is greater than Arthur’s desire to help people.
“Mordred,...
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