Archangels of the Sword, Sample 4, Arcadian Knyghts, Legend of Avalon City by JFM Chapter 3: The one-eyed merchant I feel the tremors. Hear the screaming. Scattered through it all I see legions of an army of knyghts in red, green, black, and blue. These knyghts look bigger than normal. They are beasts of men, with cold eyes and tightened fists, and as I stare I hear a voice saying numbers out loud. Africa had been called a wasteland by many before me. My teacher, Guyus, had different views. I could remember the words so well … “It be a rich land of a rich people. Some will go against this, and you shouldn’t tell, but I believe that is where all tribes originally came from.” “What of the belief of Christ?” I tried to show knowledge of scripture, which usually enticed Guyus to tell stories of things in the bible that, though false, had true connotations. “Christ was not a white man, no matter what they tell you. They sought out the homeland of Christianity in the crus...