All was silent on this night in Camelot. A full moon rested in the sky, providing a fair bit of light. For now, at least. Shun could see a few citizens milling about below, cleaning up some of the mess from the last invasion. It would be a matter of time before the next assault began. Shifting his ebony cloak, he crouched down from his perch on top of the tower; his figure becoming a vague silhouette against the night sky. He would protect his kind. The shadows. The horsemen. The Sidhe. They would all fall under his lead, if he could help it.

He thought back to some of the moments leading up to his rise as a Great Knight. It all started with that incident in the treasure room. It was a warning, in a way. Either you die as a Great Knight, or you live to see yourself become the puppet of an evil Sidhe Queen.

The latter would not happen. Not again. And if it did...

No. Shun would save Camelot, by any means necessary. He would not let himself fall like that. Even if he has gotten some heat from the other great knights for some of his rough and unorthodox tactics. Perhaps he wasn't the Great Knight that Camelot needed right now. That would not stop him, however.

Movement caught his attention below. A shadow had jumped out at one of the others, ready to shred them to bits and pieces. Narrowing his eyes, he leaped on down from the tower with his cloak billowing out behind him as he descended towards the strife with Penumbra in hand.


Shun snapped awake. His eyes stared up towards the ceiling of the barracks as he came back to consciousness. It didn't take him long to realize he had been dreaming just now.

"What. The. ********>