I thought it would be easier if they died thinking I was the villain. I know they're out there, huddled together in the harbor, the whole town evacuated to avoid the fight, the battle waging inside of the town borders. The swirling black mass, the darkness absorbing all of the fear, all of the anger, feeding off of it and growing stronger. I know that they can see it though, the light that can't quite be put out. That's us, the light, fighting to protect, to save these people from an unknown monster, the monster they think is me. They will never learn the truth, I won't live long enough to tell it.
It's my fault really, I accept that and I embrace it. I wanted it this way. I wanted them to question my motives, focusing on the why rather than the how. I vilified myself in order to protect them from the truth, a truth that they will learn one day soon but it will be too late for it to hurt anyone. When I'm gone they'll finally get part of the story, but they can never learn the rest.
I knew it was time to end it when my own son told me that I couldn't be redeemed, that I couldn't change. I hated hurting him, I hated lying to them, but I couldn't save them any other way.
So here I stand- unarmed- in the middle of a battle with my troops and fighters of the Pride Lands protecting the world from this heinous man and his militant army. Scar stands across from me with my heart in his hand, the last thing he needed to gain complete control of the darkness.
As he crushes it the last thing I feel is the power of my sacrifice reverting his dark magic and undoing what happened in Camelot.
There's a smile on my face when I hit the ground for the last time.
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