Archangels of the Sword White shirt, Dress, 100 by Jacob Malewitz Skyriven Empire, 2,000 We closed. The wooden fort came into view, the burning fires and the colored flames all encapsulating around it, shining off the wood like a reflection in the water. And I couldn’t get the image of the Green Knyght out of my mind. The wooden table was there, as was the archangel. A dark presence overwhelmed me, made me feel sick to my stomach. I tried to hold it off but the sickening feeling overwhelmed me. Francis grabbed me before I fell. “Lord –“ an arrow hit the path before us. I heard the voice yell “Walk no further.” It surprised me that Francis, the brave, stubborn Welshman, had a smile on his face as he stepped in front of me. Always the protector this soldier. And I had doubted his loyalties. “We seek Rochelle,” Francis yelled. ...