"You will remember nothing of before....farewell..."

It seems very odd that the first words I ever heard were the last words uttered by another. I came to awareness in a different fashion than others, from the tales people tell and what Auntie Emma recalls. I did not find myself in a place of holly and spires, but rather I woke up on the floor of a great hall with a chalice engraved in gold on the floor.

A man in bright armour stood over me and gave me a hand up. He introduced himself as Amaranth, and said he would teach me the ways of the sword. Somehow I knew this was important, and a lingering fragment of memory danced just out of my grasp...something about a dark power ravaging the lands...something about my needing to serve a god of Light and bring a new dawn into the world.

I did not feel particularly special, and certainly not worthy of bring anything new into the world. But I listened and trained, and worked, and studied until I could defeat any creature or foe. I helped build new chambers and halls in Hartswood, and I found late one evening that my mentor Amaranth had taken to calling me "Syr".

Soon I had written a code of conduct and values, based on words that came to me in the Hall of Chalices; and new students came into the Armoury of the Saint. For a time the tide had turned and Light was prevalent in the lands and none could challenge my place.

As with all things, time has a habit of moving on, especially when you like where you are. The Knights guild grew beyond where I could take it, and I passed it on to Syr Pelleas and went wandering in search of greater truths. I found many...in the skies over the land, in the shadow of the World Tree, in the tales of a Goddess, and at last, in the Light of Revelation. I took these new Truths to heart and began the long vigil, rarely setting foot among my fellows--standing alone and watching from afar, waiting for a sign.

It came when the mists of chaos were hurled back to the edge of nothing and I found pressing need to return to the calling of the Code. But this time, there were bright souls who unknowingly taught me lessons--Lille and Guyverl--people who proved that old ways needed changing. And so I sat in the Eldar Chamber and re-wrote The Code to fit a new world in which no one can stand alone against the dark tide.

Things are much better now. I am no longer supreme in the land. I no longer wield Brightdawn, the Sword of Light--and I have fallen many times in battle. But it's a better land for all that, as I learned the meaning of Comrade...and there is no longer a need to stand alone against a dark tide.

(Written by Galahad's player)

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