AN: This was submitted as part of the Beyond Words drabble challenge. The word for this challenge was Macabre. Thank you MoonFox for Betaing this chapter I appreciate it! :)
The Price of Victory
Camelot had fallen...
Merlin's failure was complete. His eyes once full of life and vitality that shone with joy were now cold and hard. Gone was the smile he once wore so frequently and handed out regularly. The warlock's face spoke of a life filled with far too much pain for man of so few years.
Arthur had been gone for many years since that fateful day at Camlann, another of his many failures. Gwen's rule was long and filled with light. She left as well they all did eventually Gwaine, Morgana and Elyan so many lights gone dim. Gwen and Arthur's son was a great king and was his purpose for being. Camelot had many years of prosperity before the Picts and Saxons allied and overwhelmed the great kingdom.
So many deaths -so much pain it was too much for the tired warlock to handle. Hate, pain, anger and sorrow found purchase on the great warlocks face before deciding on determination. Emrys had one last gift for the latest conquerors. Speaking a long string of words in the old tongue Emrys' eyes shone with a golden light. Pict and Saxon soldiers everywhere began crying out in pain. Screams filled the air as every enemy soldier died in agony. Cold hard cerulean eyes surveyed the macabre scene. Camelot may have fallen but her enemies paid for their conquest with blood...