Dragonfly Invasion

Oh, all those knights around that glorious table. So faithful to their ever so beloved King. These were Men and Maidens with pure hearts, renowned for their courage and strong desire to be just, no matter the cost, in every instance imaginable. Little did they know the King in fact was but a foul jester.

As the truth became inescapable and no more could be contributed to malice and envy by the unrighteous, all these brave warriors were scattered around the wasteland. The Kingdom was no more, it had seized to be, and every bond had been broken. Some of these homeless spirits found solace in unspeakable vices, whereas others wallowed in emtpy endevours, merely capitalizing on the legend of that round table in that beautiful castle far north, the land at the time known as Solna.

One of these knights, whose reputation had been challenged on numerous occasions around the table already, encountered severe loss of face, after in desperation having gone through each and every one of the seven deadly sins, deceipt and fraud being his eternal weapon. "Take my hand, follow me back to life", he still moans to any soul passing by. But they will stiffen and swiftly keep walking, knowing that even making eye-contact may prove fatal. The one spoken of for her great beauty had to suffer the pain of being chained and battered by one's own kin, but bravely both escaped and would live to tell. And a third, deprived of his two faithful esquires, was seen standing in the middle of a crowded square, shouting out his contempt for a young knight apprentice, evoking all his experience from the battlefield. But this fair apprentice was not to be intimidated, instead slayed the old man on the spot to the cheers of the public.

Alas, the knightly endevours had been sadly forgotten by all those that were once destined for heroism.

All of them? Not quite. Four untiring souls were still relentlessly searching for the Holy Grail, one not knowing of the others. And by the work of Apollon – God of wisdom, light and music – the paths of this quartet once again were crossed. Tears of joy, evidently, and as they instantly recognized the light of truth in each other's eyes (as well as the possession of fully armored laptops), they began. And following a surprisingly short journey, they realized they were now in possession of that precious vessel. In the bosom of Mother Nature they had found the Reason. And joy, oh joy, it brought music to their hearts. Now they bring it to you.