What's more terrifying than letting down the people you care for? Just a few days ago Arthur wouldn't be able to think of anything worse than that. Just a few days ago…he was mortal and so were Merlin and Morgana. Just a few days ago he was hunting animals for sport, not hunting his subjects, the people he cared for and let down, for food.
He could smell them—hearts pumping blood through they're warm bodies as they scavenged for the scarce food and water…Merlin was stronger than him as was Morgana. It just seemed to come naturally to them to resist hurting the innocent. Arthur, he was a natural hunter, it was in his blood. Even bringing rats to Morgana as she helped feed the people behind Uther's back, Arthur found it almost impossible to not suck the rodents dry, let alone all those people. He couldn't understand how she seemed to repress her thirst so easily. But he knew it wasn't as simple as she made it look whenever she was out of sight of the people and bit into the rats so ferociously they only screamed for a second before she robbed them of their lives.
The worst thing was the feelings that Arthur got every time he felt the first pangs of thirst and hunger of the day. It was like the people deserved to be killed by him—or rather like he deserved to kill them. They didn't matter, they were beneath him. It wasn't until after that close call he realized how backwards that was. He was beneath them, and nothing else. After all, he was the one to bring the curse down on Camelot.
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