Steeling myself, I started the walk through the path of the crowd, leading towards the front of the castle. Avalon was still steadily moving forward, but due to the enchantments, one couldn’t feel it. All it took was the passing streets and forests and the looming dark cloud coming closer as clues to know it was flying through the sky. As we walked down the aisle, everyone’s eyes were not on us, but on Excalibur. I knew my words were powerful, it happened when Arthur wielded it, but it seemed to act a lot more in my own hands. Only time would know if I ever decide to make a sheath for the blade. Many faces showed their fears, a reaction I wasn’t surprised. What I wasn’t expecting was hope. 