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Chapter 23
🕑 Added 2025-03-29 00:20:59 +0000 UTC“And that concludes my report your majesty.” Agravain said as he stood before my throne.
“Good, I will leave this in your hands, but don’t let this bit of trouble mess up with our overall plan.” I cautioned.
“By your will, my King.”
I watched him leave the throne room.
“Sigh”
“What a headache, barely arrived here, and already people are causing trouble.”
But who was that guy? My Marvel knowledge was limited, I assumed MCU, due to the female Ancient One, but I couldn’t yet be sure.
However, due to my limited knowledge, I knew not of some strange black knight on a flying horse.
Despite the hole in my knowledge, I should have expected it.
After all, it didn’t honestly make sense that only the US had superheroes and villains.
And naturally, the UK would have a Knight, because why not?
Still, it was troubling; I didn’t want to engage in any fights yet if I could avoid it.
If Camelot became an enemy of the world, it would limit what I could do. And I would be forced to take on a villain role myself.
The rule of the King of Knights shouldn’t begin with force, I wished to show people why they should submit, to teach them of the good it would do them, peace, not war was my desire.
Without a doubt, I would need to show force, I could win over the people, but never those in power.
Still, the plan was to win the hearts of the people, and then crush those in power, becoming rightful king of England once again. Yet this mysterious knight could throw this in chaos.
Letting out another sigh I closed my eyes. Yet that didn’t mean I was cast into darkness, no, in fact my mind expanded, I beheld all of Camelot.
The city pulsed with life, its structures infused with the same magical energy that thrummed through my veins.
My enforcement knights were beacons in my senses, I felt the Knights of the Round Table, I heard what they said, saw what they did. Nothing was hidden from me. After all this city was an extension of my lance.
I didn’t find any trace of the wannabe knight, much as Agravain had reported; he likely hadn’t entered the city.
Opening my eyes again I pulled my senses back. Seeing the whole city was taxing, only due to my divine nature could I endure such a thing, the human brain wasn’t meant to handle that load.
The burden of a King wasn’t light, even without a people to care for, after all I wasn’t a normal king, I was the once and future king. My role wasn’t just to rule and lead, but to protect and save.
And the Marvel world did need saving, I wasn’t about to allow some purple space pirate to snap away half of my kingdom.
And that was hardly the only threat, I did need information, and badly at that.
“Yet to seek it would be troublesome.” I whispered with a sigh.
I was stuck in a bad place, my every action monitored closely, the world watching like a hawk, and I only had a few loyal Knights at my side.
They could fight, they could help me lead and rule… but they honestly didn’t know their way around in this time and age.
Still, for now, I would wait, trust my Knights, and let the glory of Camelot spread.
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The following days the world continued to go crazy over the sudden appearance of the legendary city, Yet the news trickling out of it wasn’t near enough to satisfy the curiosity.
Everyone wanted to know more; the few pictures taken from afar, from satellites or planes, didn’t come even close to what they wanted.
Sure, every day, a new small team of people was allowed to enter the city and spend the day exploring it, but they were all researchers and scientists.
The media knew the lust for more and constantly tried to gain access and run programs about the city and its events.
The studio lights cast a warm glow over the sleek wooden table, where three figures sat. Behind them, a dramatic image of Camelot dominated the screen, its gleaming towers sparking a sense of awe and mystery.
The host, a middle-aged man with a sharp suit and an engaging smile, gestured toward his guests. “Good evening, and welcome to Mysteries Unveiled. Tonight, we’re tackling a question that’s captivated the world: Is magic real? And is Camelot’s sudden appearance proof of it?”
He turned to his left. “Our first guest is Dr. Reed Richards, a physicist and inventor. Dr. Richards, thank you for joining us.”
Reed adjusted his tie, his expression nervous. “Thank you. Happy to contribute a scientific perspective.”
The host then gestured to the right. “Opposite him is Professor Algernon Blackwell, a historian and self-proclaimed expert on the arcane arts. Professor Blackwell, welcome.”
Blackwell, with his slightly rumpled suit and eccentric air, gave a dramatic nod. “It is a privilege to illuminate the mysteries of the ages.”
The host smiled and leaned in slightly. “Dr. Richards, let’s start with you. Camelot has appeared out of nowhere, defying logic. Many call it magic. What’s your take?”
Reed clasped his hands, his voice steady. “Extraordinary phenomena can seem magical until properly examined. While Camelot’s appearance is remarkable, attributing it to ‘magic’ without data is premature.”
Blackwell smirked, leaning forward. “Ah, but data is everywhere, Dr. Richards. Camelot itself is the ultimate data point—a testament to forces beyond your rigid science.”
Reed raised an eyebrow. “Forces we don’t yet understand, perhaps. But history is full of examples where ‘magic’ was simply misunderstood science. Lightning, for instance, was once attributed to gods. Now, it’s well-documented physics.”
The host cut in smoothly. “Professor Blackwell, doesn’t Camelot’s alignment with Arthurian legend suggest magic might be at play?”
Blackwell spread his hands theatrically. “Indeed! Legends of Merlin, Avalon, and the mystical King Arthur. Their return is no coincidence—it is the fulfillment of prophecy. Magic is woven into the very fabric of Camelot.”
Reed’s tone sharpened slightly. “Prophecies are poetic interpretations of human fears and aspirations, not evidence. Until we can measure, test, and reproduce so-called magic, it remains unproven.”
Blackwell chuckled, reclining slightly. “And there lies the problem with your science, Dr. Richards. Magic operates beyond instruments and equations. It is an art, a mystery—not a lab experiment.”
Reed leaned forward slightly. “Or it doesn’t exist at all. Convenient for you, Professor, that magic resists scrutiny.”
The host raised his hand diplomatically. “Gentlemen, let’s refocus. Professor Blackwell, what about the symbols in Camelot? Some don’t match medieval records. Could they be advanced technology instead?”
Blackwell hesitated, then waved his hand dismissively. “Symbols, technology—these terms are interchangeable. As Clarke said, ‘Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.’ Perhaps Camelot bridges both.”
Reed smirked faintly. “If it’s advanced technology, we’re back in the realm of science. Magic becomes an unnecessary explanation.”
The host grinned, lightening the mood. “What about the reports of a flying horse near Camelot? Surely science can’t explain that, Dr. Richards.”
Reed sighed, pushing his glasses up. “If verified, it could be genetic engineering paired with biomechanical augmentation. Improbable, but not impossible.”
Blackwell leaned in with a triumphant look. “And yet, Dr. Richards, what of the soul of such a creature? Its very essence—its purpose and grace—these are realms science cannot touch. That, I argue, is magic.”
Reed’s response was cut short as the host interjected. “And there we have it—science versus magic, logic versus legend. A debate as timeless as Camelot itself.”
The camera zoomed out, the glowing image of Camelot in the background as the credits began to roll.
Yet, it wasn’t just limited to TV shows, countless people had taken the opportunity that Camelot represented to get some attention. Online people were making videos, podcasts and live streams.
With everyone wanting to hear about it, everyone was willing to talk about it. books, toys, games, anything with King Arthur or his knights in it was suddenly popular like never before.
Even outside that, every forum was alive with discussions.
User: KnightWatcher88
Posted: 2 hours ago
“Alright, everyone’s talking about Camelot suddenly popping out of nowhere, but I’m not buying it. Are we seriously believing in magic now? This has to be some elaborate government project or a movie stunt. Thoughts?”
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Reply: HistoryBuff123
Posted: 1 hour ago
“It’s not a hoax. Look at the aerial footage—those walls are real, and so are the knights. I’ve studied Arthurian legends for years, and this aligns eerily well with them. Maybe it’s not ‘magic’ as we think of it, but there’s something strange going on.”
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Reply: Science4All
Posted: 55 minutes ago
“@HistoryBuff123 Please. It’s 2008. Magic doesn’t exist. There’s probably some advanced tech at play here. Maybe holograms or some sort of projection technology. Until we get hard data, it’s all speculation.”
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Reply: CamelotFanGirl
Posted: 50 minutes ago
“@Science4All Then how do you explain the reports of knights and golden arrows? The news even showed that an intruder tried to fly over and was immediately repelled. You think holograms can do that? This HAS to be magic!”
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Reply: RationalThinker42
Posted: 30 minutes ago
“Golden arrows could be some kind of energy weapon. And knights? Could just be actors in some elaborate armor. Don’t forget, humans love a good story. Someone could be capitalizing on the Arthurian hype to make us believe this is real.”
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Reply: MysticsAreReal
Posted: 25 minutes ago
“@RationalThinker42 Except it’s not just hype. I was there. The energy around that place is undeniable—almost tangible. You can’t explain that away with tech. Camelot is REAL, and so is magic. Fight me.”
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Reply: TechJunkie19
Posted: 15 minutes ago
“@MysticsAreReal ‘Energy you can feel’ isn’t exactly scientific proof. It sounds like confirmation bias. I’ll believe it when I see actual evidence—like a sample of their so-called magical artifacts tested in a lab.”
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Reply: HistorianOfMysteries
Posted: 10 minutes ago
“Everyone’s missing the real question: Why now? If this is the ‘real’ Camelot, why did it reappear in 2008 of all times? What triggered this? Whether it’s magic, tech, or something else, we need to consider the timing.”
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Reply: KnightWatcher88
Posted: 5 minutes ago
“@HistorianOfMysteries Finally, someone with a brain. Timing is suspicious, especially with all the global tensions lately. Whatever this is, it’s meant to send a message. The question is, who’s behind it, and what do they want?”
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Nathan Garrett, the self-proclaimed true heir to Camelot and the infamous and fearsome black knight, was also among those who watched Camelot's news closely.
In his workshop he had dozens of screens and TVs showing shows from around the world. And every time he looked at them, he was filled with a mix of rage and joy.
“Camelot,” he muttered, gripping the edge of his desk until his knuckles whitened. “The city that should be mine. The legacy they’re all drooling over belongs to my bloodline. To me.”
Yet even in his anger, there was a twisted satisfaction in seeing the world turn its gaze to the legendary city. Garrett paced in front of his screens, his mind racing.
“They call it a miracle, a marvel,” he sneered. “Do they not see the power it represents? Power that should have been handed down to me, Yet I can’t even get close without having to act like a thief.”
He paused, his eyes locking onto a broadcast showing aerial footage of Camelot’s walls. The precision of its design, the impossibility of its sudden arrival—it all pointed to forces far beyond the ordinary.
“And they just let it sit there,” he hissed, his tone venomous. “Untouched. Wasted. The fools don’t know what they’re dealing with. But I do.”
His gaze drifted to a workbench nearby, where the tools of his trade gleamed under fluorescent light. The armor he had painstakingly crafted stood ready, his lance resting against it like a sentinel awaiting its master.
The lance was his masterpiece, the ultimate weapon, the proof that tech could beat magic.
With it he was confident in breaking down even the walls of Camelot, yet he didn’t want to, Camelot was his, and he would be a fool to break his own property.
So instead he had to be sneaky about it, he hated it, hated that he couldn’t just walk in. and worse still, it wasn’t even the knights of Camelot that kept him out. Anyone was free to enter through the gates.
No, instead it was those useless fools in power, they kept him out, kept denying his requests to enter.
Even though he, above all, should have that right!
Nathan Garrett seethed, his frustration mounting as his gaze flicked back to the news coverage. He slammed a fist against the desk, sending a ripple through the scattered blueprints and schematics cluttering its surface.
"Denied," he growled, the word laced with venom. "Again and again. They’d rather let tourists and scientists stumble around my city than grant entry to someone with rightful claim."
He turned back to his workbench, his piercing gaze settling on the gleaming lance. It was a symbol of his genius, the embodiment of his conviction that technology could triumph over mysticism.
Every inch of it had been crafted with precision, imbued with advanced capabilities designed to counter any perceived advantage Camelot’s magic might possess.
“This is what they fear,” he muttered, running a gloved hand along the length of the weapon. “Not the knights, not the city—they fear me. They know I’ll expose their weakness. Their fraud.”
He paused, his mind replaying every rejection, every dismissal from the authorities. It wasn’t just the government’s interference that stung—it was the knowledge that, in a way, they were right. They were afraid of what he represented.
“And they should be,” Garrett whispered, his voice dark and resolute. “But this isn’t over. No one can keep me from what is mine. Not them, not even Camelot itself.”
His eyes returned to the screens, showing footage of the city’s gleaming walls and the gates where visitors entered freely. It was a cruel irony. The gates were open to the public, but political red tape and personal vendettas had barred him specifically.
Yet, even as the desire to finally get what was his was slowly bringing him to the point of madness, his genius mind kept him from being overly reckless.
He couldn’t afford to mess us, not now, not when he was so close to claiming his birthright.
He would plan, prepare, and ensure that once he finally took up the mantle that was always meant to be his, that the world was ready to accept it.
