I've been having all these feels lately over the Merlin ending and, honestly, I really wish it ended like this! Enjoy and review!
Mordred and Arthur circled each other, swords drawn and poised to stab. They stared into each others' eyes, not saying a word. There was no need for words, they were both too tired and had come too far for mere words. They wanted blood. They wanted to end this now. They wanted to go home, only they were both too scared to kill. They tried to look brave and brutal but they were both too scared to kill each other. Arthur took Mordred in, treated him like his own, taught him all he knew and trusted him. Mordred couldn't kill his best friend and neither could Arthur.
"Mordred, you don't need to do this. I can help you," Arthur said, trying to keep his breathing as regular as possible however scared he was. Mordred laughed mockingly at him. This laugh was a disguise for the insecurity he was experiencing.
"You can't help anyone, Arthur Pendragon," he said, taking a step closer to Arthur. Arthur tried not to flinch as the sword edged closer to his stomach.
"Mordred, remember all that you did. Remember everything you once stood by."
"None of that matters anymore. None of it. Not after you..." Mordred tried to continue but the throbbing that began to develop in his throat stopped him. He gulped down the sobs and told himself to stay strong.
"Mordred, I had to. You know that. Deep down you understand that if the tables were turned you would do the same thing," Arthur said, trying to reason with his friend.
"I loved her!" Mordred shouted, losing his composure completely. He felt tears well up in his eyes and his body suddenly become weak. "I loved her. I-I loved her."
"I know. I know you did and I am sorry. I am so so sorry, Mordred, please forgive me."
Mordred froze and stared at the ground, he absorbed every word that was said to him. He thought about each word separately and deeply.
"Kill him!"
Mordred turned around and saw Morgana standing behind him, her grey eyes were fixed on Arthur's face. Mordred turned back to Arthur whose gaze was flickering between him and Morgana. Mordred tightened his sweaty grip on the sword.
"Mordred, what are you waiting for? Kill him." Morgana screamed, her voice echoing through the air. Mordred felt nauseated and his vision blurred until all that remained was a blur of different moving colours. His head pounded and his whole body went numb. "Kill him!" she screeched psychotically. Mordred didn't know what to do. He couldn't kill Arthur but if he didn't he'd be killed. His arm trembled with the weight of the sword, or at least he thought it was because of the sword.
"Mordred, don't listen," Arthur whispered.
"Kill him!" Morgana shrieked. Mordred shook his head repeatedly, his eyes closed, he muttered to himself. Arthur just watched him before a pain so excruciating he toppled to the ground hit him.
Mordred, hearing Arthur's screams, opened his eyes and staggered backwards. Arthur's body was lying at his feet, completely still. Mordred dropped his sword and listened to it hit the ground with a smack. He didn't know what to think, to feel, to say. Arthur wasn't moving, speaking or making any noise. He was dead.
"Mordred... what happened?" Morgana asked, walking towards him and running her cold hands through his hair. Mordred, in the spur of the moment, took the dagger fixed in Morgana's belt and stabbed it straight into her stomach just where he knew it would kill her. She gasped and double over and fell to the ground. Mordred knelt down to her level and looked straight into Morgana's eyes.
"I'm sorry... I had no choice," Mordred whispered, brushing a strand of jet black hair away from her face. Morgana's face went from hatred to realisation. She looked up at Mordred and realised everything.
"Thank you." And she smiled at him and she drifted into sleep.
Mordred stood up and looked around at the battlefield. The orange setting sun reflected in his eyes like the fires of war slowly dying.