It already dawns and a ghostly fog lies over the stone circle. Some first sunbeams appear. Everything shines in pale light. A particularly big stone is in the middle of the stone circle. Two men stand around it. Another man lies on that one and is tied up with hands and feet. He tugs at his bonds with all his might. But nothing helps. The iron bonds hold him tight. The man, he is almost still a boy. He is maybe 16 years old. The pure fear is in his dark eyes. He has been seduced by the beautiful words of the two men standing around him. Yes, he wanted to become a hero. Yes, it actually seemed tempting to give his life for the Old Religion and all other people with magic powers. But now, at this very moment it has lost all its attraction. The disillusionment has occurred now. How could he be deceived just like that? How could he be persuaded to this? He can't remember. All he knows, is that he wants to leave this place. That he wants to live. And that he certainly doesn't want to sacrifice his life.
Begging and crying the boy beseeches the two men. "Please, I beg you. Let me go. I don't want that. Please .. " But the two men just smile. One man smiles more maliciously than the other. None of them has the intention to let the young man go again. They look at each other. It will not last much longer. Only one more special sacrifice after the boy and the change will occur. Once again the young man beseeches the two men. Tears shine in his eyes. "Please, let me go. Don't kill me. Please .. "
One of the two men is pulling a dagger out of his belt . The dagger isn't very big, but very decorated. Its handle is adorned with symbols of the Old Religion. The man looks up. In his eyes is pure is dressed in black. It is Mordred. He raises his hand, holding the dagger. He pushes it with power into the chest of the boy. He is immediately dead. The dagger has pierced the heart. Of the sacrificial stone, a little, a tiny light rises. Like a firefly in the night it flies off and disappears into the fog. Another soul. Only one more soul is missing. He hands the dagger to the other man. This man takes it and cleans it with a soft cloth. He then gives the dagger back to his master. He proudly looks at him. Yes, Mordred is a master according to his taste. All his life he was his own master. He would never have thought that he submits to somebody. So far he has only used them all. He has taken advantage of even Lady Morgana in her naivety once. But now it is different. With Mordred's help he will accomplish his goal. For this he also likes to play the servant. Mordred will kill Arthur Pendragon and free the magic. He's always been a fanatic. But his visions will come true with Mordred by his side. A Kingdom for wizards. And for this he goes over corpses. He has proved this once. And he will do it again. But this time he will succeed.
His master turns around and leaves the stone circle. Before he leaves the ring, he calls him: "Alvarr? You know what to do. Sink the body in the lake. No one must know what we are doing here. All the people who come here, they mustn't know what has happened this morning. You know that. For now it must remain a secret. Only when we have prepared the ultimate sacrifice, we will inform them. Then we will unite the magic." Alvarr nods. "And Alvarr? Clean the sacrificial stone. Prepare everything for the last missing soul. You know the constellation of the planets is tomorrow at midnight."
Alvarr nods again. Then Mordred finally leaves the stone circle and disappears in the fog. Alvarr remains alone. Disgusted, he looks down at the boy. "Simple-minded guy." A devious grin glides across his face. "How could you believe that you have a choice until the end." He shakes his head. People are so terribly easy to influence. Especially young people could be very naive. "But be certain, your sacrifice wasn't in vain." Then he pulls the lifeless body of the stone to let him disappear into the water. Mordred is right. If we already inform people here about our plans, they will stop us. To sacrifice human life, is not an option for them. But if it is so far that their plan works, they will be glad that he Alvarr and Mordred have done it. "Until then, unfortunately, you have to take your farewell in the lake." And with enthusiasm he throws the boy's dead body into the lake. After a moment, it is sinking into the depths. Only a slight curling on the surface remains.