Blinding Lights
Written by: ARTS Ninja Pal
Spoilers: 'The Wicked Day' 4.03
Summary: How it should have ended…
Chapters: One-Shot
The two men waited in the candlelight for the spell to take hold and show its full effect. The Great Dragoon leaned forward slightly, taking note of what Prince Arthur hoped were positive symptoms coming from his father; while unknowingly, holding a breath watching and waiting as they waited for Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot to breathe once more.
Uthers eye lids started to flutter open as the spell started to finally show its effectiveness, and he awoke to find the worried face of his son peering down on him. Arthur let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair with a hysterical chuckle of happiness and relief.
The Great Dragoon stood a little way to the side to give the Royals some privacy smiling on; when a light breeze caused the candles to fade. As the candles started to glow once more it was then they noticed a man that seemed too had appeared out of no-where. The man clad in what could only be described as a long black robe stood just in front of the bed. His pale white face with a flat snake like nose and eyes as red as the Pendragon crest sneered at the trio.
Raising an arm, the snake like man held out what seemed to be a long white stick, and whispered those final words; a blinding green glowing light hitting Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot in his chest.
Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot was no more.
Sitting in a dark wingback chair close to the fire, the infamous Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort was pondering over his latest feat by re-writing history and proving he really was the most powerful man on earth. Summoning a book, he flipped through and read where the death of one Uther Pendragon should have been foretold.
The book, written by none other than Merlin himself, shocked the Dark Lord as he read of his portrayal. In a fit of anger the Lord flung the book across the room; after he flung himself into his chair again he crossed his arms and the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort himself started to brood.
Nice One, Oh Dark and Fearsome One came a hissing sound none other than Nagini.
After a moment the Dark Lord Voldemort hissed; Do I really look like that?
The last line of the book that rested on the floor, written by none other than Merlin himself read;
Out of no-where a blood red eyed, no nose ugly bald headed freak that was wearing a black dress swooped into the room and with a flash of blinding green light the Father of the Once and Future King breathed no more.
Thanks for reading. This is my first fic, but I've got a few others underway:) Please R&R, I'd like to hear what you think:)
~Ninja
