The sword that was in front of Arthur was a bastard sword, from his studies, he could tell this much. A bastard sword was in between that of a short sword and a two-handed sword. The bastard sword was made so one could use it single handed or double handed, which ever one you'd like. So if you needed to have a sword in each hand, the bastard sword would be the best. Arthur looked at the weapon and marveled at it's craftsmanship. Someone with great skilled had to have make it. Someone with years of making such a an item. He wanted to grasp it, hold it in his hands but something was stopping him. He knew if he agreed to be Etrix's champion, his life would change, did he really want to? He was focusing on his career and all the hard work he had done to get where he was now but she could help him. Help him find out where he truly belonged. His train of thought was broken by the voice of Etrix.

"What says thee? Will you help me and become my champion?"

Arthur grabbed the handle of the sword and pulled it out of it's scabbard. The blade was black like the night sky. He had never seen a blade like this before. It truly a beautiful sword and well made but once he held it in his hand. He knew he had to know what path the Goddess wanted him to take. Arthur didn't have family or anyone to hold him back.

"Yes, I will. There is nothing here for me."

"Wonderful. You're new life starts now."

That's when the Earth started to shake, the castle's walls began to crumble. The ground underneath him, Arthur tried to get to the door but it was too late. Arthur looked down as he started to fall, all he saw was a pit of darkness and fear filled his very soul. Then as fast as it started, darkness swallowed him. He fell for what seemed like for hours or days or years, He couldn't tell but sleep grasped him and took him over.

The Sun's warmth slowly made Arthur wake up from his slumber, his eyes opened gradually. His daze was fading away and he could feel the grass he was laying in, he could hear birds chirping a happy tune and the sound of wings flapping but they weren't coming from the birds but right in front of his face. Arthur's eyes opened wide and now was looking a tiny person with butterfly wings or at least that's what it looked like.

"Hey mister. Are you okay?" The tiny human with wings ask.

"What the fuck? Did I hit my head or something, because I swear I see a little person with damn wings."

The winged creature chuckled softly.

"No silly. I'm a pixie."

Arthur could see the small thing was barley wearing any clothes, that's when Arthur saw the it had a female figure. He couldn't help but to blink a few time to make his eyes adjust to the sight. Now that he could fully see the pixie floating above his face, he couldn't believe it.

"No, no way. Pixies aren't real, it's all folklore. Made up bullshit."

"What?! I am very really you jerk!" She kicked him right on the tip of the nose which made him hold his face as he got up quickly. The little thing kicked hard and it threw him off. The fact she kicked him and he felt it, meant she really was real and not some old legend from days long gone. Arthur stood there in shock looking at the pixie.

"How? What? This, this makes no sense. Where in the Hell am I? Who are you?"

"I'm Nyphadora Sungrass and you're in the forest. I'm a Pixie as I've said."

"Umm, okay. I see. So that means you're real."

"Of course I am! Do I have to kick you again, because I will."

"No no, It's just trippy. You shouldn't be real, yet you are. That kick was real, so you have to be."

"Were you drinking or something? You humans are such strange people."

"Oh yeah, I'm strange. Yeah, you with your tiny wings and barely covered body but yes I'm the strange one."

"Well that's not very nice. I just came to see if you were alright but you seem to be, so I'll be going now."

"No, wait. I'm sorry but it's just, not normal to me. Seeing a pixie."

"It's not? You humans know we are here in the forest. So what wouldn't be normal to see one of us?"

"I don't think I'm in England anymore."

"England? What is England?"

"It's where I'm from and where I'm from, pixies are not real."

"I see. So this is the first time you've ever seen my kind before?"

"Yeah, that's about right. I don't even know how I got here."

"Hmm. Well, what is the last thing you remember?"

"Ummm. Let me think."

Arthur took a moment to try and remember. He stood there and crossed his arms, trying to think of what had happened. He recalled going with his professor to a castle and helping out on the site and working there all day and he had almost finished up when a voice called out to him and beckoned down into a room by the voice and there was a SWORD!!!

Arthur looked frantically on the ground for the sword and found it where he was laying moments ago. He picked it up and drew it from it's sheath. The blade was black, it was the same one from before.

"Holy fuck. I really did talk to a Goddess."

"You what? Which one?"

Arthur looked at Nyphadora, he had almost forgotten about her.

"Oh, her name was Etrix."

"You spoke to the Goddess of war? The Wolf Goddess?"

"Yeah, I did. She said something along the lines of me freeing her and making me her champion or some shit. I was in a daze when speaking to her and I said yes and then there was an earthquake and boom. I'm here talking to a pixie."

"Oh."

"Oh? That's all you have to say?"

"It's pretty rare for a God or Goddess to speak to a human, unless you worship them in some way. Yet, she came to you and asked for help. So that means the stories are true, she is being held captive."

"Captive? By who? Who has the power to do such a thing to a Goddess?"

"I can not answer that, but you should come with me. I'll take you to see Arundel, he's an Archdruid. He may be able to help you."

"Fuck it. I'll go with you. It's not like have any other choice."

"By the way, what's you're name?"

"Oh, yeah sorry about that. I'm Arthur Grey. Nice to meet you."

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"Alright, I can see now I'm going to really have to kick your ass and take you down a few pegs. I get why you have to put on this tough act, thinking your the shit or you're better than everyone, which well all know that's not true. You're nothing more than a frightened little kid in a world who will chew you up and spit you out like a hooker does on Saturday night. You can stop trying to be someone you're not. Don't get me wrong, your little act is pretty fucking funny, almost cute in a little bratty sister way but that's all you are. Yes, a brat. I'll call you whatever I want. So fuck your Ad Hominem shit."

"I'm just telling you how it is. So please, keep talking your low grade shit talking. You're not fooling anyone but yourself. I can see right through you and it's not hard to see just how scared and weak you really are Dolly. Have you ever thought why you haven't been able to go for the top prize in the XWF? It's simple. Your ass couldn't carry the Universal title on your shoulders. Why would Vincent wanna have some little shit like you be the face of the company? Anyone with brain size of Peter Gilmour could see why. Face it, you just don't have what it takes and that's why you'll always be in the middle or lower in the XWF."

"So while you're off trying to prove your worth, everyone already knows how you mean here in the XWF. Less than the dirt we walk on. I'll prove it to you at Warfare when I take the Hart title and show you how to act like a champion. This whole time you should have been the one to strike first and when you finally do say something, it's a bust and people can't help to shake their head at you. No one wants a cunt like you to be a champion. Peter Gilmour is worth more than you. Look at the shit he's done and look at what you've done. What do you have to show with all your effort? Not a god damn thing. I'm new, so I have a whole XWF career ahead of me and it start with the Hart title, it comes home to me, a real champion. So thank, fuck you bye bitch. Get the fuck packing."

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