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Under the moonlight of Mannslieb, at the base of six massive temples to the Old Gods who once roamed the planet, was a massive lake. It was as crystal reflecting the night sky like many of the lakes within Bretonnia, as if it had been carefully cared for by the hands of studious peasants under the watchful eye of a pious Knight.
They walked and walked. The Knight could feel the fatigue of all the blood lost. Like a ghost haunting him from the shadows outside the light of the moon. It threatened to bring him down low and take his life where Morr would not.
It can try, Morr was far greater than it.
His feet soon touched the grass at the base of the Temples. On a nearby branch was the Raven still carrying the laurel in its beak. It waited for Lucian next to the River, holding its head to the skies as if showing just how significant it was.
The two of them, Lucian and Bok, continued their approach. It was when they neared the edge of the waters that Lucian placed Adok to his side and laid his scythe out before him. Then he kneeled, giving a voiceless prayer.
Then, just like that night years ago, Lucian’s closed eyes were filled with golden light.
Where he did not dare raise his head to see what was happening, he could hear it. The soft ripples of water moving as the soft patter of footsteps announced a new presence. Each step was closer to Lucian than the last, each step a beckoning that he should look up and witness the beauty which stood before him.
He resisted it. Just as Lucian’s will was above his body when it came to the matters of death he shall resist it when it came to the matters of curiosity. As his mentor Remon so many moons ago had taught the Knight he shall keep his head cowed to those greater than he.
When the footsteps stopped Lucian felt the water of the lake flowing through the cracks of his armor. Not having taken a single step or motion towards the lake, it seemed that the lake had moved towards him. The bright light was just like he remembered, blinding even as he did not dare look upon it.
“Raise your head, Valiant Knight.” Spoke The Lady of the Lake, “I wish to see your face once more.”
Lucian did as he was told, and saw beauty.
