Let me tell you a secret or two of what we think of you. A young a boy once said to be that there is no evil in magic but only in the hearts of the men. Yet you will do anything to convince yourself that it is everything to do with me. I have watch you take away everything that I have ever known without a seconds thought. To watch the ones I love be ripped away from me, from a single command from you. You never cared how I felt, you never cared about any of us. To you we're just monster which hide under the bed and that live inside your head. What do you think we think of you?
I have done nothing to earn this disloyalty and your distrust which lies upon me. You have turned your back on us, to pretend that we never existed. You killed and slayed the creatures of the Old Religion. You would drown the poor innocent child just because they were a little different to you. You would have anyone to be commend to death just because they weren't what you wanted. I even watch my own father burn at the stake, just to keep you happy. The only family that I ever had, burnt to ashes within your eyes. It had nothing to do with keeping Camelot safe from evil. It wasn't because you cared.
You fear it… you fear magic. The nightmares still scare you, don't they? The choice of killing your wife was your, no one else's. How heartless can you be? To sacrifice your wife so your name would still continue. Everything you have ever done is because of what you did all those years ago. This is all your doing. You can blame my kind all you want, you can fill the ground with blood, but it will never change what you did. You can never change what you did that day. Anything you alter, you will still end up here. I bet that you don't even feel any sense of guilt. But that's the point. You don't feel anything, you never have.
I not ashamed of who I am, I never have been and I'm not going to start now. I will never change for your benefit or anyone else's for that matter, and I expect nothing less from anyone else. I will die knowing that you have wrongly accused another innocent person. To let another of my kind die because they were a walking memory of all the pain and suffering that is thrusted upon you.
My spirit will dance upon your grave Uther Pendragon. Soon I will have my revenge. You will kill me today but one day, something greater will come. Something so big that even you so mighty and great you cannot stop. I will die today knowing that someday, someone will defeat you and I will never rest in the afterlife until it is done so. That golden crown of yours, will soon turn to dust. One day your corpse will be rotting in the ground and my people will celebrate as the bells rings out that their king is dead.