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III.
The Beast was indeed dark, an evil
upon the
Land. Prey it did
on the pure,
The Lady's
damsels in the dusk.
Through the
sacred forests and
Holy groves it
raged, and there
Was it found by
Beoveld the Fair.
Long and hard was
its struggle,
And mighty the
many blows it
Rained on the
head of the young
Knight-Errant.
Though strong and
Quick, little
affected was the
Beast by the
strikes of Beoveld.
Long into that
night they fought,
Neither gaining
advantage.
The Beast then
stumbled, and
Beoveld struck,
only to be caught
By the deceitful
beast's claws.
Three long gouges
did it leave down
The once-fair
face of the young
Knight. His own
sword, aimed for
The heart, struck
only its shoulder,
But caught a
totem it wore on
It's neck,
shattering the relic.
As Beoveld fell
into unconsciousness,
He witnessed the
sacred woods spring
To life, and a
long glowing green
Sword wielded by
a green knight.
As he lay, his
life ebbing in crimson,
He heard a voice, sweet and
Harmonious. 'Fear
not, young
Knight, I have
need of you yet.
You have failed
at your task,
The Beast was not
slain by your
Hands. You must
seek redemption.
Find me on the Island of Mist and
Fogs.'
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