The Knight by Kim Dragoner

difficult to tell, but he has been doing a lot of travelling lately. Arthur recently knighted him at Camelot and fostered him as his surrogate among the Sons. I think they intend to gather them.”
    Oberon’s face became red with anger. He threw the cup he held in his hand across the hall and shouted at the attendants.
    “Bring the Advisors’ Council in to me immediately,” he boomed across the throne room.
    He was confused and furious. The visions he was having recently had left him feeling suspicious and unsure, but he was certain that if their uprising against Eon and Mordred’s overthrow of Arthur were not successful, it would mean certain doom for him and his people as well as all his forces and the Dark Princes on Earth. The Advisors came walking into the room and took their respective seats in front of the high throne.
    “I have seen what Mab sees in her dreams,” he started. “I do not like it.”
    “What does she dream of, Sire?” asked the First.
    “You know that I cannot see everything as she does, only parts of it,” he cautioned, “but I am sure that she has dreamt of the next Coming.”
    The Advisors gasped in unison, exchanging worried glances and muttering amongst themselves.
    “Silence!” Oberon shouted and a hurried hush fell over the five seated before him. “It is known that the Coming must happen occasionally if life in Eon is to continue; it is we who have made it so. We, of Arcadia, have concerned ourselves with it less and less over the centuries; however, I sense from her emotions that there is more to it this time.”
    The five remained quiet out of fear of further reprimand from their King, but their worry and discontent was tangible within the room and written on all their faces. Oberon shuffled uneasily on his throne and beckoned to a nearby steward to fill his cup. He drank deeply from it and gestured that cups be brought for the Advisors.
    After the brief refreshment, he resumed his oration.
    “My Advisors, the Coming does not bother me, but is seems that Mab knows something of the war that is approaching. She now suspects that they will engage attacking forces in Eon within the year. It will not be an easy fight for us; she is going to be well prepared.”
    Finally, the First spoke. He was the governor of the council and the king’s chief advisor in all matters.
    “The vision may be correct, Sire,” he said and the king looked at him with intent. “The Second has reported a myriad of goings on throughout the four realms and the increased reports over the last weeks have been disgruntling.”
    “Indeed so,” the Second chimed in.
    The Second was in charge of news gathering throughout the four worlds and he often knew of the happenings in Eon and on Earth before anyone else did. However, he did not possess the wit to always deduce what the news meant; that was the job of the twins, the Third and Forth advisors. They were the wizards who had accompanied Murganth into Eon to start the war and had failed. Oberon had secretly kept them alive and had taken them to Arcadia with him as a line of defense against Mab’s magic. They were gifted seers, talented at divination, sign reading and astrology.
    The Second continued his report.
    “My spies tell me that in Avalon, Morgana has named the next Three Sisters and that preparations have begun to begin the Thirteenth Age of the Sisterhood. On Earth, it is discovered that the line of the Dumnonian Dragon is alive in the Midlands and have become very powerful, boasting many brave men. The youngest has left Avalon and now rides beneath the standard of Gascogne, his mother’s house, to gather the Sons of the Round Table in Arthur’s name. His cousin, Richard, the true heir of Dumnonia, rides with him. And now we know that Eon prepares for invasion . ”
    “This is not coincidence,” Oberon said. “It cannot be by chance that two sons of the House of Dumnonia are abroad in England at Arthur’s will at the same time that dreams of