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Vibrant eyes stared coolly down upon the battlefield. Mordred stood beside Morgana-for though he had once thought her wrong, she was not. Arthur Pendragon was no friend to them or their kind. He had hoped-against all odds-that Arthur would treat him as an equal, even after he'd learned of the difference between them. But no... He reacted like his father before him, with a rage and unjust hate that was unbecoming for a king. So, as Emrys had always known, Mordred would take away the king's future.
High upon a blood-stained hill, the young man watched the armies rage against one another. Men against men, following the commands of their leaders, whom they trusted. Mordred knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this would end in the death of Arthur, or himself... But what Arthur had done was unacceptable; cruel even. Perhaps the young king thought himself to be right? Mordred no longer felt the draw to protect him, or even repay him for saving his life so long ago... he only felt the sting-the heavy weight-of betrayal. It surged within his blood, and it had to be released before it destroyed him.
"Are you ready, Mordred?" Morgana's voice airy voice spoke beside him.
"I am, my Lady."
"Then so begins Arthur's end."
A/N Written while musing about Arthur's demise.
Genesis 9:5-6 "Surely I will require your lifeblood; from every beast I will require it. And from every man, from every man's brother I will require the life of man." Whoever sheds man's blood, By man his blood shall be shed, For in the image of God He made man.