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.'