A/N: I know, I know.. I shouldn't be writing new stories. Not when I'm behind on my updates for my other one but in all honestly this idea assaulted me this evening and won't leave me alone until it's finished. It won't be too long though so I should get back to my old stories by the end of the week at the most. Sorry to any waiting for any other updates...
Anyway, please read, enjoy and drop a review if you like what I've done so far! :)
Prologue:
Arthur's sword clashed harshly against his opponents leaving a slight ringing in his ears.
"Please, you don't have to do this. Barach, we can find another way." Arthur pleaded with his opponent. Cold green eyes hardened further as they swept over the prince.
"No. You must die." Barach snarled before trying to strike the prince down again. The blonde prince rose his sword at the last moment to block the strike before stepping back to gaze at his once friend turned enemy.
"What happened? I thought we were friends?" Arthur asked examining the pale, man before him. Barach looked Arthur in the eye for the first time since turning traitor and his eyes softened considerably. The older boy ran his hand through his shortly cropped brown hair as if trying to hold himself together.
"I'm sorry." He put in quietly. Arthur allowed his sword to waver slightly, hoping his friend was going to walk away.
"I never wanted it to be you Arthur. But I can't let you hurt him, I just can't." Barach choked out with what seemed like great difficulty.
"Hurt who?! I haven't hurt anyone!" Arthur cried. Barach shook his head and gripped his sword tighter. He advanced on the young prince weapon held shakily in his hands.
"You leave me no choice Barach." Arthur pleaded, voice quiet. The older boy took no heed to the warning but advanced further and began to exchange blows with the prince. Arthur saw an opening and with a cry he took it, slipping the blade between the elder's ribs and piercing him just a few inches from his heart. Barach crumbled to the floor on his back and Arthur crumbled with him.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Arthur repeated in a mantra as he picked up his once friends head. Green eyes found blue and they pleaded for understanding.
"Please-" Barach mumbled struggling to breath as blood came trickling from his lips. "Please leave him." Barach begged with his last breath. As the last light of life left his eyes Arthur sprung upward in bed gasping for breath against tears streaming down his cheeks.