Earth isn’t how you imagined it would be. My parents' grandparents tried to warn us, but we didn’t listen. We’ve destroyed ourselves to the point of extinction. Sixty years, give or take, is what the human race has left before the population drops below what we scientists call the critical level. I’m convinced the solution is found in nature. Something we had is now missing, and since we’ve killed seventy percent of this planet, I’m not sure I’ll find what we need to survive. I don’t believe in miracles. The world lost spiritually around WWIII. It’s going to take nothing short of magic to save us, but I’m not giving up hope. It is all we have left. During a drunken night off, I stumble upon a being that will be our salvation or my doom. Maybe both the whiskey is making it a toss-up. When you learn that all the legends, myths, folklore, and fairytales are true but have been warped through time, you come to a simple realization…We never knew anything at all. Everything was a lie, and nothing will be the same again. Avalon has returned. All hail the King.