"Camelot nears darkness evermore, and like a cloud of ash, the enemies of our great kingdom are many, and powerful. Our suffering, our anguish threatens to tear us apart at our very seams, yet we live on in defiance of all that is cruel and unjust,"
Present in the air was a chill, which creeped along the spines of those that watched the Chancellor speak, and in their sunken, dark eyes and upon their pale, defeated faces, cloaked in brown and gray, there was but embers of a fire which once burned in their hearts.
The Chancellor wore an expression of solemnity, gray eyes stoic and steely, with his shoulders matched in the stoic, authoritative posture he bears seemingly indefinitely.
"For even as our enemies believe that they may punish us for our good and just nature, that they may lurk in our shadows, in their sad and piteous nature, that they may extinguish the ancient fires of Camelot which have, and always will burn, in our hearts and souls, we shall stand defiant. For even if Camelot is torn in body, we shall never be torn in soul.
For as long as the name of this noble kingdom can be heard, long after its time,
Camelot shall live on.
And, for as long as we, the people, stay true and good; as long as we, the people, uphold what is rightfully, and truly, ours,
Camelot shall live on.
So for as long as the word of God, and those that stand alongside Him is true, as it always has and as it always will be,
Camelot shall live on.
For the love of Camelot, good shall prevail today, and evermore."
The people nearby had gathered around the stage, listening to their Chancellor speak. As his guardsmen chanted after him, 'for the love of Camelot,' the people began to shout 'long live Camelot.' Some raised their fists, and others began to weep silently. Some remained silent, while others took to the skies with their frustration and exhaustion.
But most of all, with their pride.
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