On a deserted island somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, Son of Heaven sat atop a boulder at the summit of a cliff, gazing out at the shimmering sea.
Beneath the setting sun, rings of golden ripples spread across the sea. The sunset's afterglow spilled over the water, dyeing the horizon orange-red. A few seabirds flew across the sky, bringing gusts of salty, damp sea breeze.
"So beautiful..."
Son of Heaven could not help sighing.
How long had it been since he had watched the sunset so attentively?
It seemed that ever since reaching adulthood, he had always been busy-busy learning and exploring, busy socializing, busy thinking about all sorts of things. His schedule was always packed, and he had never truly had any time to himself.
Looking at the orange-red sun on the horizon, Son of Heaven suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
Long ago, when he was still young, he had seen an equally beautiful sunset at the monastery where he studied.
Back then, every afternoon at sunset, the monastery's old abbot would gather the children in the back courtyard and tell them about all sorts of legends and historical figures. The one he mentioned most was undoubtedly King Arthur, the most legendary figure in British history.
"...They say Arthur had golden hair that shone like the sun, a voice sweeter than a minstrel's, and emerald-green eyes. He upheld the code of chivalry. He was kind, upright, humble, compassionate, and courteous, while also being adept at thinking for himself. He was an almost perfect knight..."
"...In the end, Arthur, who was a squire, drew the Sword in the Stone, which represented the divine right of kings, before the Church and countless knights. He became the chosen one, the new king of ancient Britain, and led the Knights of the