Artoria: the Eternal King

They say it was the best of times. The dragon's breath still lingers in the sky, fairies whisper by the lake, and Merlin's white robe brushes the cold light of the sword in the stone. They said it was the worst of times. Mystery is being pulled away from the fabric of the world, the old gods are silent, and the new gods have not yet arrived. He witnessed the starting point of it all - a girl holding the sword that no one could pull out. I will also witness its end - when the longships burn away the setting sun of Camelot. His name is irrelevant. But you will always remember her name. She sleeps here - once a king, always a king