The Last Destiny of Gwaine

I stood on the roof of the castle, dragging the sword up so I could lift it. Morgana stood in front of me lifting her hand. There was evil and desperation in her eyes. There was something in her soul that shouted to me; "Gwaine! NO! Please don't kill me!"

But all of it was foolish trickery. I would give my life to Camelot and had pledged my services to Arthur. I lifted the sword and swung it at Morgana. She threw herself back to dodge the attack and lifted her hand, muttering an incantation. I felt my body being forced back, my chest went tight and I couldn't breath. I crashed off the wall of a pillar and slipped down the roof. My sword slipped out my hand and I struggled to keep myself up. I slowly forced myself up and crawled to the roof, grabbing my sword. I knew I couldn't beat her, but one thing I could do was die trying.

I ran to her left and skidded to my knees, just managing to slice her leg open. Clutching it and crumbling onto the base of the roof, Morgana drew a sword.

"I know you can't win so I'm going to win this fair and square!" she yelled.

She slipped a gleaming gold sword out of her belt and swung it at me. She was a magical enchantress, but when it came to swordsmanship Morgana was an amateur compared to me. Hopefully, she stood no chance. I took a right and swung again. I hit her arm, but she took no notice and stabbed me in the chest. I felt a rummaging pain in my stomach and clutched my wound, feeling the blood slide through my hands.

I stabbed her in the chest and she fell to the ground of the roof. Dropping her sword and letting out her hand she stuttered; "Gwaine! PLEASE SAVE ME!"

I knew it was wrong to help your enemies but all of a sudden I felt my hand grasp hers. Suddenly the pain was gone, I felt safe with her. She tightened her grip and hurled me behind her. I was sliding at a vast speed like being pushed away by an avalanche. I slid off the edge of the roof, but my fingers seemed to have the brains and gripped the ledge.

Trying too push myself up, I heard everyone shouting below; "NO! GWAINE! NO!"

Morgana lifted a sword, whether it was mine or hers I do not know, but she lifted it high above her head. So far, I could see the gleaming light of the moon. She struck it down, like the lightning that was often seen falling from the stormy sky. I felt a stabbing pain in my shoulder, as the blade spread apart my skin, allowing the watery blood slip through and run down me.

All of a sudden my fingers felt like they were carrying the weight of the world on them, as Morgana stood of fingers, which held me to the roof. I began to slip and felt myself falling.

The air whipped through my hair and I felt helpless towards defending myself. I crashed into the rock hard ground and lay there, bleeding, dying, alone.

The knights and Arthur surrounded me but even though they were so close, I felt so alone. I felt like a river was drifting me further and further away and darkness started overwhelming my eyes.

All I wanted was for the pain to stop, but I didn't want to die. I wanted to accomplish so much more. But as I sat on the floor paralysed and injured, I realised that there was no hope. I tried to tell my friends that I was scared, that I was terrified, but as I opened my mouth, the words seemed to evaporate into the night sky, like the mist around me.

Suddenly, the pain was gone, but I couldn't feel anything, I tried to move but it didn't work. Darkness encrusted around my eyes and I felt no more pain, no more feelings, and I lay and felt myself being dragged away. The never-ending darkness seeping in until, there was nothing.