Brief Summary Of Epilogue To Neirin's Narrative

Arthur cringed. “If I wasn’t so desperate for advice, we’d be back in the castle already.” The king couldn’t meet Gwaine’s eye, but he told his story.

Based on these observations, Cobyn corrected his path. Walking around the lake, he noted it was too far away to see through the trees. However, he figured it was calm and still, undisturbed at this time of night. Night was often the best time of travel, and yet also the most dangerous. No people were out, and the Unknown were not either. Animals, as always, remained a problem, however they are easily avoided as long as your not tramping over their homes and habitats. Cobyn looked around, checking his surroundings for anything dangerous. He saw nothing. So he listened, still nothing. He proceeded onwards. The Isles lake was only about a mile from Terf, the place where Haamond met his premature end and former Keddish town. Speeding up Cobyn get closer to the edge of the trees, and as he passed he looked out on the large open field. The grass looked slick and wet from the mist that seemed to always hang over the field. Cobyn ventured out into the grass, looking down.  The moonlight illuminated the grass, allowing him to see black, and red blood from the warriors who had fought, and the ones who had died. Knives, swords, chips of armor and wood lay out in the field, a testament to the struggle. Cobyn was even shocked by the sight of a few Unknown bodies. They were terrifying creatures, tall and black with no tangible form, seeming to float about like dust their lifeless bodies stretched out on the grass. It was almost as if one could put their hand through them, yet they were solid. With empty faces and no emotion they wreaked fear and havoc on the land. Just looking at the lifeless forms of them made Cobyn feel panic rising in his mind. Then he spotted something familiar, something he had seen countless times before. Haamond's helmet lay, empty in the field.  Rushing towards it, Cobyn dropped to his knees. He stared at his own

Gawin looks ahead of her, seeing rundown, disheveled homes, and the tail end of the king’s men horses trailing down the path. “See what?” he question.

"Good boy" Aomine said as he dismounted of the 17hh cremello stallion, not to far off in the bushes something groaned Aomine swivelled around and stalked towards the general area of where he heard the groan,pushing the branches aside he came into contact with some red hair, the strangers' eyes fluttered agape only to come into contact with two incandescent analysing navy orbs of a dark skinned man, snarling in the others face he shuffled backwards only to grimace in excruciating agony.

The poem unceasingly forced Gawain to face difficult decisions. Gawain could simply have left Camelot and not complete his mission of finding the Green Knight. He knew his head was going to be hacked off when he arrived, but as a man of his word, he went. When arriving at the mysterious castle, he was tested three more times by the queen. Though he did fail the last test by keeping the green girdle, who wouldn't have.

The king held out his arm and Gawain shook it. “Until the end of days.”

approaches, and Gawain gets ready to leave Camelot to find Green Knight. Gawain goes days

During his years in Camelot, Gwaine had only been in this chamber a handful of times. Typically, his meetings with the king took place in more formal settings, or on the training field. He couldn't recall the last time when he had been summoned to speak with Arthur alone. The roguish knight felt a bit uneasy as he entered. He took a seat across the desk from Arthur and waited, twisting his hands nervously.

Through all these perils and dire situations, Gawain never loses sight of his nobility and reverence for God. Gawain's trials and hardships many would have begged God for relief and shelter. Many tears would be shed, beseeching God to change the circumstances in their favor. However, Gawain asks for nothing of the sort. He asks God and Mary merely for a place to hear and participate in Christman

Gawain goes searching for the Green Chapel ten months later. He stays at a nearby castle for Christmas and New Years, entertained by the Lord’s wife. At the end of each day Gawain was to exchange with the lord whatever he had gained.

A satisfied smirk crossed Gwaine’s face. “Told you,” he whispered in Percival’s ear, as Leon continued to belt out his song. “Sir Leon is a secret minstrel!”

Well, admitting it surely not, unless drunk or threatened with death, but at least he thought about it. In the end, they reached the Green Bog, a noxious swamp that had been a forest not so long ago, the land poisoned by a magic that, once again, Ezer didn't understand. "You are lucky, dragon boy, the horses can't go beyond here so you will get rid of yours for a while" he said with a smile. "Or maybe the lucky one is the horse, that doesn't have to carry an inexperienced rider" his smile turned into a dry laugh while he dismounted and tied his horse to a rotten tree stump. "Let me help before you fall on your ass" he added, aiding him down the horse and tying it, disguising his interest as an

“Dammit.” He wheeled his horse in a full circle. Wasn’t it enough that he thanked her and gave her the best damn advice she’d ever hear? If he wasn’t so irritated about a woman saving him, he might have found her intriguing. Few men would come to a stranger’s aid, in particular since most of them resembled a gunfighter. Even with her limitations, the woman’s guts and good intuitions saved his life. Since he’d simmered down, he knew he couldn’t leave any woman alone. He didn’t need that on his conscience too. Outlaws were one thing, cantankerous women were quite

"You got it, just be careful of the big monster. See ya!" Flowey plunged underground while Gon and Killua practically skidded down the slabs of marbles. As they passed through the exit, darkness caved in on them, their only guide to navigate through the blackness were the few patches of land light from

The three continued their journey across the land, eventually crossing the border from the Land of Fire to the Land of Earth. Noticing the beautiful scenario as they ventured out into the new land. As they scoured this strange area, they began to speed up their pace. They were having second thoughts about this land and wished to bypass the forest quickly. It was strange however, for they had always moved through forests with no sign of fear, or any kind of suspicion. However, this time they felt different, as though all the Land of Earth civilians had peered into their souls. Nonetheless, the journey must continue, and the three held back their