From Mordred's POV
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You always had more than me. So much more than you deserve. So much that I want. I need, and, the few times I came close to gaining what you had, still have, you took it away from me.
Destroyed it.
Snatching it right out of my child-sized hands like stealing candy from an unknowing infant.
I watched with eyes too old for my age all my hopes shatter. All my dreams of having a family, friends, and stability burst into failed desires.
Burdens.
Soon, those burden began to lay upon my shoulders like the weight of a kingdom your precious prince now carries upon his back. The weight slowly becomes unbearable. Unmovable. Soon the body and mind ache with the load.
Except, unlike me, your precious prince has you.
His pet warlock.
The traitor.
Unlike me your precious prince has friends.
Lancelot.
Gwaine
Elyan.
Leon.
When you killed all my friends.
Unlike me your precious prince has family.
His tyrannical father.
His engaged mistress.
When all my family is dead by you and your prince's blood soaked hands.
Those burdens were never relieved from my shoulders, my back, my thoughts. Instead, they festered. They became unruly. They drunk in the dark pools of revenge, coercing me to crush your life within my palm. To train everyday so that I can vanquish your cruelty. Your selfishness. You took everything from me all my life, all so you could live happily in yours.
You do not know how bad I want to mar that smile. How I dream of ripping that grin off your face. I cannot bare how you can wear a smile while you are a traitor to your kind, stealing smiles from others. Forevermore.
I'm training everyday, Emrys. I'm growing stronger. I will never be stronger than you, a being of the prophesies, but I will defeat you. I will shatter your being with my power. My perseverance. I will cut you into so many piece that even you, the great Emrys, cannot recover. And, even if you do, you will not want to. You will beg for your death.
First, I will destroy your friends. I will make them run. Make them hide. Make them fear for their lives the same way you made mine scream in terror so long ago. All so your precious prince could save your unforgiving kingdom.
Next, I will destroy your family. Your mother and the old man, a traitor just as much as you. I will slice my blade through their flesh, and their heads will fall to the ground, forever dislocated from their hearts. Their stony faces will never see beyond the cold unforgiving ground, forever hiding in shame as to what you had done to me and my family. You did nothing as my father died by the axe. All for your precious prince.
Then, I will destroy your prince. I will bleed him from the inside out, till nothing but hallow mass remains. As hollow as your own conscious. Your own uncaring heart.
Finally, I will expose you for the traitor you are. Everyone will hate you. Despise you. Everyone will see the heartless man you are. They will see through that mask, that smile, and sneer at the rat hiding underneath.
And, when you come crawling to me, begging for me to end your miserable life, the game will truly begin. I will take whatever life that remains in your eyes. I will take it for my own. To build my own dreams you expunged out of my young future. I will take your soul. Your magic.
Your empty shell will be left on the ground to rot. To decompose. No one will mourn you nor bury you. You will finally give something back to the earth, to life, that you took so freely from.
A life for a life.
A life for so many.
So much more.
It is time you pay for your selfishness, Emrys.