The Legend of Fatality

Sir Raymond de Toulouse led his horse and walked slowly along the grassy **** towards the crystal clear water of the isolated lake. The Lake of Tranquility, this place has been named, and the knight found himself unable to imagine a more suitable name.

From the attitude of oak trees and willows protruding out of the water, to the attitude of lazy waves rolling over the lake, everything in this lake and its surroundings creates a peaceful and beautiful impression. Legend has it that Ms. Dawn herself rose from the calm lake, appeared in front of the Duke of Roland, and allowed the brave knight to sip from the Holy Grail. Raymond tends to believe this legend. The atmosphere around the lake is so peaceful and peaceful that he can easily imagine the lingering sacredness.

Was there, he left his horse to graze by the lake, and came to the edge of the lake by himself. He carefully put a hand into the crystal-like lake water, dipped it in the lake, and made the holy grail symbol on his chest with a dripping hand. Because of the appearance of this lady, the water of the tranquil lake is considered sacred. Even the most noble traveler is forbidden to drink the water in the lake before paying tribute to the lady and asking for her tolerance. Fishing in a tranquil lake is a death sentence; many reckless farmers are hanged for daring to blaspheme.

The knight bowed by the lake, waiting for the lady's hint, hoping that she would satisfy his desire. For a long time, Raymond was listening to the sound of the lake slapping the shore, and his mouth drier as time passed. The desire to stand up and quench his thirst afflicted him, but the knight maintained a humble attitude and refused to shake his faith.

There was a sharp cry above his head, pulling Raymond's gaze to the sky. He saw a big eagle with golden feathers hovering in the blue sky. As he looked down, the bird suddenly swooped down and landed on the shore a hundred yards away from Raymond. The eagle looked up at him, blinking curiously. Then, the bird walked towards the lake at a solemn pace, extended its mouth into the clear water, and took a few quick sips. The eagle turned its head to Raymond and then jumped back into the air. Its powerful wings brought it to the cloudless sky again.

Was there, he lowered his head and closed his eyes, thanking the lady for her generosity. After he finished his prayer, the knight took his hand and scooped a sip of water from the lake, feeling the cool and pure taste flowing into his thirsty throat and through his body. Here, this feeling can only be comparable to the moisturizing of a fine wine, but even this comparison seems rude and outdated.

The knight thanked the lady for her generosity. He turned away from the lake and sat on the soft grass. He stared at the other side of the peaceful lake, watching the wind sway from the trees covering the other side of the lake, and watching the smoke rising from the peasant village hidden in the trees. He saw that standing on a hill overlooking the lake, the spire of the Magic Tower towered into the clouds, and the tiled roof and marble statues shone in the sunlight.

Raymond had never been to that tower. Not many people go because it is a holy place where idlers are not allowed to stay. He didn't know why it was called a "magic tower" unless there was a legend that a wizard lived there for a while. Now it has become a shrine for this lady. For decades, it has been the home of her female prophet. They are holy girls, born with the ability to penetrate the veil of time and watch the future.

Raymond is willing to pay a lot to gain the mysterious power of a female predictor. The quarrel between him and his uncle weighed on Raymond. In his grief, Count Robert de Toulouse exposed the ugly and vicious face of his heart. For this feud, Earl Robert sacrificed everything. Now, his hatred of the Du Lancaster family is not out of family pride or responsibility, but out of malice.

His hatred made him turn a blind eye to honor and reason. Raymond was reluctant to think to what extent his uncle would retaliate. He didn't know where his responsibility was. Should he follow his uncle, his lord and his emperor, no matter where this road will lead him, or must he be loyal to the vows of chivalry and honor? Where does his responsibility for emperor and family end? Where does responsibility for myself start?

If he can look into the future for a while and see the way ahead, Raymond will know which way he must go. Help his uncle find a way of revenge, or force him to reconcile with the enemy for the decreasing De Toulouse.

Raymond turned his gaze to the magic tower again, staring at the gray granite building and the towering spire. He may go to the current female prophet, a girl named Aniston. She may be able to answer his question.

Seemed to be called by his thoughts, and a small figure appeared on the small balcony near the top of the tower. From this distance, Raymond could only see a slender figure, wearing a flowing blue robe and a long conical hat. He stared at the woman in the distance for a moment, then saw her suddenly staring at the other side of the lake. Although he was unsure, Raymond couldn't help feeling that the woman looked at him straight.

Aniston is the youngest of the twelve female prophecies of the Magic Tower and the guardian of the lake. She strode to the tile floor of the balcony and watched the sun slowly set west. The girl studied the fireball in the sky for a while, watching its progress, waiting for the moment of the ceremony.

Citizens of Aquitaine believe that the reason why the tranquil lake water has mysterious characteristics is because a lady appeared in the lake water a long time ago. Even if someone tells them, they do not understand the real power flowing through these calm waters, and how these powers are used by the magic tower. They can't understand the meticulous rituals and spells needed to maintain magic. This is an amazing mechanism that makes this magic tower a gathering place of invisible magical energy across Aquitaine.

The black wizard who once built this tower should understand, but he was exiled to Ash Mountain long ago by the original female prophet. Under his terrible influence, the tower became an evil thing, but the original female prophet redeemed it and sanctified it with the light of Ms. Liming. She withdrew it for the power of justice and entrusted its power to her smartest students, whose magical talents enabled them to use the most sacred power—the power of prophecy.

Aniston's delicate lips pursed back, showing a painful smile. The power of prophecy. This is both a gift and a curse. Knowing when a disaster will occur, seeing it as clear as the tiles under her shoes, but unable to stop it from coming. Sometimes, even a warning does not help, because some disasters cannot escape.

Is more disturbing than the clear illusion that there are many signs in the mind of the female prophet. These signs, whether good or bad, are much more vague in nature, as elusive as ghosts, as impenetrable as wind. They burned in the mind of the female prophet, shining with the brightest stars, and then disappeared without a trace before the female prophet had even determined what she saw. All that remains is an emotion, an excited expectation, or a desperate fear.

Fate chose Aniston for her role, from birth to serving this lady. This is the only life she knows, but even she appreciates this strange life. Sometimes, she admires the humble peasants, their simple lifestyle and simple belief. Sometimes she sympathizes with them because they cannot see the world as it is, and they will never know the magic that flows through their land. More often, she feels jealous because they may live in a world of ignorance, fearing the future, but not seeing what is truly terrible.

For months, Aniston has been plagued by the doom of doom. Nightmares tormented her sleep, dreaming of burning villages and crumbling castles. From the mountain to the sea was a forest of pierced corpses, and the land of Aquitaine was stirred into a **** mud.

On the verge of her nightmare, on the verge of the elusive dream collapsed into a sober state, she sensed that an ancient evil was commotion and mocked her with its vicious voice. No matter how hard she concentrates, it always hides from her, hiding in the shadow of her heart.

In the ten years since she became the female prophet of this tower, Aniston has never felt so uneasy about her talent as she is now. She was afraid to stare at the reflected pool on the tower, unwilling to stare at the stars, or read the omen of the sky. Perhaps it was her fear that made her blind to any threats that threatened Aquitaine, or perhaps the evil she feared was subtle enough to hide in direct confrontation. But it is undeniable that the devil is there, lurking, waiting for an attack. Aniston knew that terrible doom threatened the Duke's lord. Unfortunately ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She only knows it exists.

The female predictor suddenly felt an urge to leave the purification ritual she had just begun. As she turned around, facing away from the sun and staring at the calm lake, a chill climbed down her spine. Her magic allowed her to clearly see the knight looking at her across the lake as if he were standing beside her. He is a young and handsome man, an image from the storybook of a Burtanian knight. She didn't feel anything evil about him, but there was something in him that made her face pale with fear.

Aniston quickly turned away from the young knight and retreated behind the tower wall. She felt her body tremble with fear and nausea boiled in her stomach. As if an invisible demon opened the door between the world, she gave a glimpse of the devil's kingdom.

No matter what threatened Aquitaine, it was approaching him, and the young knight was somehow connected to it. In a way, he was related to the doom that Aniston felt hovering above her.

The female predictor Aniston tried to calm herself down. No matter what she was afraid of, she was not a farmer. She cannot afford the luxury of ignorance. She must face this evil and expose it while she still has time.

Aniston rushed back to the balcony, intending to greet the young knight to the tower. Compared with relying on her magic, talking with him will be a faster and more direct way to understand who he is and where he comes from. If she knows more about this man, she may understand the evil she feels. However, when Aniston looked back at the other side of the lake, the young knight had already left and disappeared into the twilight on his horse.