Others would rather have the sword lost than allow him to touch it. One helped him in his quest, but Arthur never saw his face, he just felt the mantle of power. A red dragon flew across the sky when he came close to the sword: a disappointment, as dragons didn’t exist, and it was not a mutated saurian. The dream had seemed plausible up to that point. Forcing his mind back to present concerns, Arthur strode through deserted corridors. Shadow having a child in Avalon shook him. He wondered what had happened to the boy, for they must be fairly close in age. Maybe the hybrid hadn’t lived? The most likely conclusion, as the distinctive Terran skin, and absence of gills would make the boy stand out just as much as Shadow did among the Submariners. If the child had survived, he must have formidable powers, and have seers fussing around him. They would want to conserve the genes, but Arthur hadn’t noticed any brood mothers of high caliber removed from the roster without the sire being documented on records.
