AUTHORS NOTE: Yay! New story! I feel this is going to be better than the other king Arthur story I wrote . So this is not following the movie , but this story has been inspired by many movies, 'King Arthur', Disney's own 'A Knight In Camelot', 'Merlin and the book of beasts' and Warner Bro's ' Quest for Camelot' ,and my own ideas.

I hope you enjoy, I feel like I really have a lead on this story and that I'm venturing into ideas I thought I never had .

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Prologue

Screams pierced the air, cold beads of sweat dripped into a pool of silence, grunts and cries shattered the air of what was once a peaceful realm. The cries of childbirth were not uncommon, but The King mourned beside his wife , guilt rippling through his shaking body, he was the cause of her pain. Never had he felt this remorseful when blood of the enemy was dripping in droplets off the end of his silver sword. Yet, she was no his enemy. She was his wife. His lover. His best friend. And here she was fighting to keep 2 lives alive. If only fate had kept his carnal nature restrained.

"One more push!"

"PUSH!"

Shrills and screams rung through his ears only to die down into small whimpers of great pain, over come by a new born's wild cries of being brought into a cruel world. He looked up, the nurse holding a pink blanket, "A daughter , Sire." He stood, nodding his head in thank you, taking the babe and acknowledging it, stoking its soft cheek, the shadow of a small , weak smile twitched on his lips at the child's hair-soft as down.

Storm clouds continued to brew outside the windows, rain beat down , heavy as they dabbed Guinevere's forehead with a cool and damp cloth. Her breathes came heavy and an all new alarm crossed Arthur's face, "Arthur?" it came as a low rasp, "My love, please put me out of this-please-just-kill -me now!"

Arthur shook his head with all his strength, he hated seeing his true love fighting the curse upon her-the curse all men imposed on women, but he could not kill her it was against his nature. Carefully he sat down ,she lulled her head to the side and tried to smile at her daughter, "Guinevere, you have given what a man could never give." She tried to laugh at his flattery but it was a woman's job in a man's world. "For this I love you more than the Gods can see."

She shook her head and looked at her daughter through watering eyes, "Avalon." She whispered and kissed her forehead. A sudden gasp escaped from her, her eyes started to grow dull and her complexion grew pale . Arthur jumped up clutching the child to his chest as he watched in horror as the physicians swirled around his wife.

It was the last breath Queen Guinevere took that night. Arthur from that night locked himself away racked with guilt and grief, mourning for the loss of his 10 year companion. He stood upon his balcony, looking out over the gardens of Camelot stretching out to the villages of Camelot and the sandy shores Guinevere pleasured herself with when she rode out on her beloved horse for freedom. He rose his face to the sky, the rain splashing into his rough and course skin, closing his eyes he remembered her smiling face, the joyful glow of pregnancy in her cheeks and her youthful appearance when he had first laid eyes on her in the clearing in the woods, un brushed and riding like a soldier. Captured his heart from the start.

His eyes snapped open and he ran down the spiral staircase that led from her gardens to his balcony, sneaking out the secret entrance gates that were unguarded, only they knew about these gates it led to a clearing that trickled its way into the choppy white waves below the Ring of the Druids. He ran, his grief retreating back to the castle scarred of the open world, as he ran he felt free , he felt a weight about to lift off his shoulders. He dodged past the large stones and suddenly slowed to a slow walking pace. His hand travelled to the cold hilt of his sword. Excalibur , the sharp blame that could shatter lives in a blink of an eye, it was merciless, it did not fear anyone who challenged it's powers. He drew the sword, its slithering sound screeched as it was pulled out of its retirement. He turned the blade in his hand, unafraid of its sharp edges. The emerald eye of the dragon winked at him in the moon light, a sob racked through his bones and a great cry escaped him as he , with all his strength plunged the sword into the stone. Imprisoning its power until needed. Through his Grief he kneeled blinded by the death of Guinevere, he could not bare to fight a mortal battle ,or war any longer.

Merlin , with a sweep of his cloak slipped like mist through the cracks of the walls and past the guards into the Princess Avalon's chambers. The fire torches burned low as he made his way to the wooden cradle the princess laid in. Only a few hours old, Merlin mused. Her destiny was far to great and she knew it not. He looked about the room before lifting her from her cradle. She didn't cry in protest but opened her eyes in enchantment, Merlin smiled but felt realisation hit him when the iris of her eyes flashed from dark blue to a blinding silver. She carries the mark of her Mother and Father for sure, He paused. A sudden wave of his hand he was gone.