The Long Forgotten

(Prologue)

Museum of National History, April 2017

Arthur Kirkland took the hand of his young son and with an encouraging tug guided him to the next exhibition. History had always been the Englishman's biggest passion so when he had landed himself a job at an international museum while still only in his twenties, it was to no one's surprise. Alfred, his fond son, was more into sports than anything else to Arthur's huge disappointment. When Alfred was still just developing in his mother's belly, Arthur had strolled along the halls of the museum, daydreaming about his son and him patrolling the halls together. The child would listen attentively as Arthur told him about kings and queens and everything else the rich history of world had to offer. But as Arthur looked down at his only son, who appeared to be working his way to his brain through his nose, he contemplated if he should just admit defeat. They had been to so many museums around Europe already and nothing had piqued the young boy's interest. Not even the slightest. Arthur had officially finished his research so perhaps it was time for them to do what Alfred wanted to do. Eat ice cream or whatever. Their flight back to England was due the morning after so it only seemed fair. After all, it was difficult to enjoy yourself when your child wasn't.

"Who's that?"

Arthur snapped back to reality and looked down at his son.

"Is he a king?"

His eyes turned to a captivating figure trapped behind glass. Everything from his boots to his cape exuded nobility. The polished plate on his chest, the perpendicular posture and the point of the shiny blade dug firmly into the ground were all a testament to his greatness. Armor covered hands rested on top of the pommel, chin held high. The man in front of them was made of wax, still, Arthur had never felt more humbled in his life. Eyes of determination stared right over their heads as if they were not worthy of his look. Arthur knew that this was far from the truth. If there ever was a man of his rank who would gladly look them in the eyes as equals, it would be him. Well, according to the legends.

The stories about him were few, but all of them great.

"No." He paused. "He's the uncrowned king of the North. That's Mathias the Favorable."

A/N:

Arthur Kirkland: England
Alfred: America

This is a story I've actually been thinking about writing for a couple of years, but I never got a around to it. I think now is a good time 'cause I need to keep myself from going into writer's block.
The prologue and epilogue are the only chapters that will take place in modern times (also the only chapters containing America - sorry. I've not decided whether or not England will make an appearance ;))

As you may have noticed, this story will take place in the North during medieval times. It's historical fiction so none of this is real. It's only based on a certain historical period. I'm gonna go ahead and apologize to any history buffs before hand - I will be mixing different medieval periods. This will not follow Early Middle Ages, High Middle Ages nor Late Middle Ages exclusively. The main period will be High Middle Ages, but I will borrow some stuff from here and there.

Feel free to holla if you've got some awesome, hilarious or whatever Middle Ages facts that could spice up the story. I'm always willing to listen to suggestion. After all, I'm writing this story to have fun.

Until next time :D