Hello! So, I've watched King Arthur: Legend of the Sword waaaayyyy too many times, and loved it so much, that I decided to write my first fanfic about it. Keep in mind, it is my first, and only, so all errors are mine. King Arthur, Legend of the Sword, belongs to Guy Ritchie, so please don't sue me.
He must be protected.
After the defeat of Lord Mordred, being a Mage became a death sentence. The King's brother, Vortigern, began a purge, hunting down and executing all Mages. All across the land, they were hunted down and slaughtered, regardless of what side they were on in the war. For a time, there was denial in the actions. The townspeople were told that the The Mages that were killed had aided Mordred in the war, and were being dealt with for conspiring with the enemy. And, for a time, the people truly believed that. Heads were averted as Mages were dragged out of their homes. The people's outrage would permeate the air, villagers concerned that their neighbor conspired against the crown without anyone knowing. Soon they began to doubt each other. If they could not recognize that the local healer was an enemy, who could they truly trust? Paranoia began to spread. Seeing this, Prince Vortigern began sending his men with a message to deliver to the people. A message of hope that soon, all those responsible for aiding Lord Mordred, would soon be dealt with. And so, the townspeople began exalting Prince Vortigern's name.
The sword is his. He will need your help taking it back.
That was, of course, before the first child was murdered. Whatever his plan was, something had made him speed it up. Therefore, Vortigern's guards were no longer interested in keeping up appearances. It became an all out genocide, and the remaining Mages began scrambling all across the land trying to survive. Unfortunately, there seemed to be no where in England truly safe. Left desperate, the remaining Mages turned to the Dark Lands for safe harbor.
As it turned out, safe was a relative word. Trading armed warriors for vicious beasts, not all survived the initial journey. Many of the animals inhabiting the Dark Lands, were impervious to the elements, leaving the Mages, defenseless. Stuck in a hostile land, where their primary magical abilities were useless, it became apparent that something had to be done. It became prudent to discover a way to survive, without utilizing the elements. As such, the younger Mages began learning bestial magic to help even the odds.
It was a grueling task, as many seemed to mentally refuse the sudden shift in magic, but slowly it began to make a difference. More than half of the group that had fled to the Dark Lands, had perished, but the remaining few, began to live, and even thrive. They had managed to secure a cave and the surrounding area, to form a viable place to live. All their hard work had seemed to amount to something after all. The young mages training was beginning to pay off. Notably one in particular. It was this young mage in particular, that Merlin, began truly focusing his efforts on. She showed such promise at such a young age, but she was going to have to work harder. He had to make sure she was ready. For her fate, was intertwined with anothers', and in order for them both to survive, he would have to show her everything he knew.
You must find him! If he is discovered before he is ready, his foe will destroy him. You must be the force that turns the tide in his favor. Therefore YOU must be ready. Try it again.
I apologize if it seems too short, I wanted to see how this idea was received before I continued to post the rest. Anywho, thanks for reading!
