The Weight of Prophecy
Waking up to the hustle and bustle of a castle was not something Mordred was accustomed to. He'd lived his life mostly in peace and quiet. At times, when he'd lived among the Druids, there would be some noise when the camps woke or when they had to leave at the crack of dawn or upon waking. There wasn't much of that in Ealdor as things were very much stationary. He loved rising with the sun, smelling the soft wafts of Hunith's cooking in the next room. Merlin and Morgana had surprised him with a small gift, a little bed to use in Ealdor, like a small cot but it beat the cold hard ground. Hunith had tried to give him her bed when he'd first come to live with her, but he'd refused and kept refusing till Marayna had taken Morgana to visit him and surprise her with news that he'd been living in Ealdor, that was when he'd gotten a cot. He loved Ealdor more than he thought he would.
Having been born and raised a Druid, he thought it would be hard to transition from waking up surround by trees and nature to waking up within walls. But he'd actually adapted quite quickly, though he was sure Hunith had something to do with it, she had gone above and beyond to make him feel at home with her. She'd told him stories about Merlin and Marayna, how they grew up, how they'd hidden their magic. She'd been completely open and honest with him, even telling him about how the other villagers had reacted to them, how they thought them odd and even the names the two most powerful magic-users ever had been called and let pass. He'd been a bit afraid, after hearing that, that the villagers would sense his magic about him, that he'd be ostracized for being born the way he was. But…it seemed that they were even more open and accepting of him.
He'd even been able to use his magic without fear of being killed. Ealdor did lie in a different kingdom than Camelot, but it was so near and the laws about magic were so shady that most who had magic didn't use it for fear of being sent to Camelot for it. He'd asked one of the village elders why he was being treated differently than Merlin or Marayna, something that had shocked the old man to hear him ask as he clearly didn't think Hunith would have told him. He didn't understand why though, Merlin and Marayna were HER children, she would, of course, be a little bitter about how her children had suffered and the man should have expected that he would be told about it even if it was in warning, but he'd still been surprised. But he'd explained it to him.
The villagers, especially those who were Merlin and Marayna's age, their peers, and the parents of those people, were ashamed. They were ashamed of how they'd let their prejudices get to them about magic. It…hadn't been the best kept secret that the two had magic, he'd learned. It had never been proven, never been obvious, but it was like every villager suspected it. They'd treated the two horribly from the time they were children to the time they left the village…yet they still came back when the village was attacked. They still returned to the people who had tormented them and helped them. It had been a wake up call to all their peers and their parents about how badly they'd treated the two. If they really did have magic (as they all suspected), they could have easily stopped those men attacking, but they'd run them out of the village. They could have used their magic when they returned, but they had fostered such a terror in the two that they couldn't bring themselves to use their magic around those they knew for fear of what would happen, for fear they'd go shouting it to Arthur when the then-prince had been with them.
Seeing Will, Merlin's old friend, take the credit for using magic, just to protect the two of them with his dying breath had helped them realize that they had to stop and they had to change. They had started to teach their children acceptance and to not judge unless they personally got to know someone with magic first. It was why he'd been treated differently, because of how badly Merlin and Marayna had suffered. The children were more his friends, more interested to see what he could do but respecting him enough to not force him to do anything or to keep using his magic. He could play with the other boys without fear of them seeing his Druid tattoos and crying sorcery. And all of it came from how Merlin and Marayna had been treated.
…he may or may not have let it slip to the old man that, in his culture, and many others, they believed that Merlin and Marayna were the most powerful magic-users ever to walk the earth…
The man had nearly had a heart attack to realize how they'd treated two people who were that powerful…and how pure their hearts had to be to not seek revenge for it.
A few Druids had even started to trickle into Ealdor as well when they learned he was living there, just one or two and their charges, just to try and offer the home of Emrys and Reesa more protection. He'd met a…very nice Druid girl there as well. Well, he hadn't really met her THERE. He'd met her in the Druid camps when he'd been hurt after Uther ordered him and Hunith seized when Marayna and Merlin's magic was revealed to the king. She'd been kind to him and she'd come to Ealdor and they got to spend more time with each other.
He'd had to leave though, when Hunith told him of how Morgana couldn't see Morgause, when he'd heard whispers that she'd been captured but had escaped only weeks prior to that…he knew what he had to do, to repay the debt and friendship he owed to the two of them and Morgana. He'd left, gone to the Saxons, and worked his way into their numbers to try and offer any information he could on Morgause and what she was up to. But he didn't need to now, well…not that he didn't need to, he really couldn't do it any more, not now that Morgause had seen him hurl a knife at her. And, to be quite honest, that year he'd spent with the Saxons…all he'd wanted was to go back to Ealdor, to Hunith, and Kara, or to make his way to Camelot and see Merlin and Marayna, two people that, through Hunith, he'd come to look at as siblings. Hunith had become so much his mother in the time he'd spent with her he honestly couldn't remember when he started to think of her children as his brother and sister and her his mother. It just happened, and he was glad that it had.
Because they felt the same for him.
He smiled as he laid there on his bed in the Knight's Wing, just a few minutes longer, watching as the room filled with more light. He was going to be knighted today. He'd chosen to stay in the Knight's wing instead of being placed closer to his 'brother and sister' in the wing of the castle reserved for the nobles, because…he technically wasn't their brother by blood even if he was in every other way that mattered. But he'd seen the relationship Arthur shared with his men, how he saw them as brothers in a way and…he wanted the chance to build that sort of relationship with the men as well. Arthur already saw him as a brother-in-law, William had been introduced to him as his nephew, Rosaline his niece, and him as their uncle, but he didn't have that closeness with the knights and that was something he knew would be needed, to earn their trust and prove he was on the side of Camelot.
He looked at the door as a knock hit on it, "Mordred," he could recognize Percival's voice through the door, "Rayna asked me to escort you to get your armor and uniform today for the knighting. We all get breakfast together in the dining halls in a few minutes. We can go after."
"Alright," he called back, sitting up in bed and smiling.
He was going to be a knight.
~8~
As it turned out, it wasn't just Percival who was escorting him to get his uniform and other items for the knighting, but Gwaine and Leon as well, and it wasn't just to some store room where they kept excess shirts and chainmail and capes either, but to Gwen and Lancelot's quarters in the castle, where Elyan was waiting with a new sword he'd made, as he'd made for all the knights of Camelot. It made sense to him, once he realized what was going on, that he should be in Lancelot and Gwen's chambers, Gwen was a seamstress and Elyan a blacksmith. They WOULD be in charge of providing the uniforms and weaponry for the knights.
And so he stood in the room, allowing Gwen to take his measurements, while the men sat around, laughing and joking…about MAGIC. Not just about any old magic, but about Merlin, Marayna, and Morgana's magic.
"So…you all know?" Mordred looked at them, his shirt off as Gwen was going to make him a knight's tunic as well, revealing his Druidic markings for all of the men to see, yet none of them had said a word about it.
"Aye," Gwaine smiled, "I worked it out myself, before Merlin told me," he shrugged, "They're not exactly the most…subtle when it came to using their magic then."
Lancelot grinned, "I was facing down a Griffin," he recalled, "I looked over to see Arthur passed out on the ground, Rayna beside him and holding Merlin's hand as he threw his other out towards me as I rode my horse towards the Griffin. Next thing I knew, my lance was glowing with the most beautiful light, and the Griffin was no more. I heard them uttering their spell as well."
Gwen let out a soft breath, "They admitted it to me, after they healed mine and Elyan's father from a plague Nimueh had cast. Nearly got executed as Uther thought I was the one who healed him but…" she shook her head, "I would have gladly gone to the pyre if it meant they could live and keep using their magic to help people."
"I encountered them in the Druid camps when they fled Camelot," Percival stated, knowing that Elyan and Leon had been made aware of that story despite being affected by the blood magic still, "I saw Arthur speak of their magic and accept his wife back into his arms and thought, if the son of Uther could accept magic…the laws had to be wrong. And since then I have seen them do magnificent feats."
"Leon and I saw them turn an entire army into an enchanted forest," Elyan added, "Never saw anything like it in my life."
"I had never realized, until that moment," Leon murmured, "That magic truly did have the potential to be used for good. To see them stop an army that would destroy us, without killing all of them?" he looked down, deep in thought, "I was born around the same time as the Purge began, all my life, all I'd ever heard growing up was that magic was evil and those with it were black hearted and sinful and disgustingly terrible creatures," he swallowed hard, "I feared it, I can admit, I feared magic and what it could do," he smiled a bit though, "But then you meet someone as clumsy as Merlin and as…brash as Marayna and you get to know them and…there's not one despicable bone in their body," he looked up at them, "How could anyone continue to think magic evil after meeting them and realizing THEY possess it."
Mordred glanced at Leon, sensing more to his words than a mere revelation that not all magic was evil, "And you know of MY magic."
The men nodded, "We are, so far, the only knights aware of the magic you and the others possess," Percival agreed.
"But don't worry kid," Gwaine patted his arm, "Your secret's safe with us. Been years going now that we've kept them safe."
"We try to do that," Elyan added, "As much as we can, if we see them use magic, we cover for them."
"You should be perfectly safe though," Lancelot reassured him, "The people expect us to uphold the laws and as we do as much as we can, they think nothing of us when we say we knocked something over that was magically moved and other odd instances."
"No one would ever suspects a knight of Camelot to have magic," Leon remarked, giving Mordred a meaningful look, "It would be the last place one would think to look for magic and the last place they would expect it."
"Almost like no one expects the personal servants to the prince of Camelot to be the most powerful magic-users ever," Gwen joked, recalling all the times that Merlin and Marayna had nearly been executed for 'having magic' but were saved mostly because they were Arthur's servants and he could vouch for them that they were such terrible servants they'd have been equally as bad sorcerers and that they'd have been discovered ages ago if they had magic.
Back then, it all seemed so funny, realizing how obvious the siblings and even Morgana had been about their magic…it was truly a wonder (and DID concern the knights at times) how Arthur hadn't realized that his servants were 'sorcerers' before they'd blatantly shoved their magic in front of his face.
"There," she patted Mordred's arm, "All done. I should have your shirt and uniform ready for the ceremony tonight. You'll look very handsome I'm sure."
"Thank you Gwen," Mordred smiled at her.
"Come on," Gwaine turned to lead him out, "Ray asked that I bring you to the Main Hall when your finished with your fitting."
And with that, Gwaine handed Mordred back his shirt to put on before he led the boy out of the room.
~8~
If Mordred had been expecting smiles and happiness when he entered the Main Hall to see Morgana, Merlin, and Marayna there…he was mistaken. Oh he could tell they were happy to see him, they hugged him tightly and smiled when they did so, but they asked Gwaine to leave, asked the guards to go…and then cast spells to make sure that no one could hear them speaking within, and then he knew…whatever it was that was bothering them was serious and something that he needed to give his full focus to. The fact that Arthur wasn't there was also alarming as, he could tell, it may have something to do with the king. He'd thought, for a single moment that, perhaps, it was some sort of trouble with the knighting. It was meant to be for that morning but when they'd realized he had nothing but his Saxon clothing, Arthur had pushed it off to that night, a small feast to accompany it as it had with other knights as well. He'd thought that someone on the council or another noble had issue with him becoming a knight despite there being quite a few Knights of the 'Other Houses' among the ranks.
What they told him, he was NOT expecting.
He looked at the floor as he sat on the small steps that led up to the thrones, Marayna and Merlin on either side of him, sitting on the steps with him, Morgana sitting on the floor before him but leaning over onto the steps to place her hand on his knee in comfort.
"The Vate showed you a vision…of me…killing Arthur?" he breathed, feeling numb, feeling like the color was draining from his world.
How could that be?! How?! Arthur…he saved his LIFE! He saved his life before he was king, before he was married to Marayna, before he even knew she had magic. He had saved his life while Uther still drew breath and enforced the laws to the fullest. Arthur had gotten him out of Camelot and had saved him against his father's will, barely knowing anything more about him other than that he was a Druid, which was enough of a death penalty to just step inside Camelot's borders. He owed Arthur his life, why would he kill him? What could possess him to do that? What could drive him to do so?
Not only that, but…he was soon to be a knight. Arthur would be his king. On top of that, Arthur was his 'sister's' husband. He was his sister-in-law's brother. He was his brother-in-law. He was the king ho was going to bring magic back. He was family! Arthur was the father of his niece and nephew, how could he ever even think of killing their father?
It made no sense to him at all.
"It was only ONE vision Mordred," Merlin reminded him, "The second one was of you saving his life."
"But the first had to be more powerful," Mordred murmured, "That was why it was first, it was the more likely yes?" he looked at them, his eyes shimmering with tears at what they had told him.
Marayna, while they had been dealing with Morgause, had revealed that Sefa had betrayed them, that her father had come to reclaim her but that she' d confronted the man. He'd given up all he knew of Morgause and her plans in exchange for his daughter and his safe passage out of Camelot. He'd revealed essentially what they already knew, that Morgause was trying to find out two things. The key to destroying Arthur, what his 'Bane' was, and the identity of Emrys as nightmares plagued her that he was her doom. She'd revealed that Sefa and her father were of the belief in a prophecy, the same as the Dragon had remarked on once or twice, that Arthur would die at the hands of a Druid.
And, if the vision was to be believed…that Druid was HIM.
"We can't know that," Morgana squeezed his knee, "It could be that the first vision was what might have happened, but the second is what will happen."
"It could even be that it was one of Morgause's followers," Marayna added, "That he was trying to breed distrust by showing us a false vision."
"Then why show two?" Mordred shook his head, before standing, pacing slightly, "I…" he couldn't even find the words to speak what was racing through his mind, for he wasn't sure what that even was, he was just overwhelmed.
He looked over at the trio, all of them watching him intently and even though he knew it wasn't to see what his next move would be, to see if he'd go after Arthur now and end him, he couldn't help but feel that they would look at him differently now, that they'd look at him and always wonder which vision would happen. He couldn't bear that. He couldn't bear them looking at him with distrust or hatred or…anything other than how they'd always looked at him, with care and affection and love.
He turned and merely strode out of the room, unable to deal with it at the moment, not knowing what to think not just of the vision but of himself. How could he accept being a knight if there was a vision that said he'd kill the king? He would have even more access to him if he was knighted. He'd have private sparring lessons and hunting trips and missions and quests and so many opportunities! What was worse was that…even if he wasn't a knight, he'd still have just as much access to the king as his sister was the Queen. He'd be able to speak to Arthur privately whenever he wanted and…
He knew, they hadn't told Arthur about the vision. Oh Merlin had said they'd told him about the battle they'd seen, they'd told him everything…except that the person who struck him down was HIM. Arthur would let him in, he'd send guards away if he requested it. He could easily kill the king as Arthur would trust him, not knowing the details of the vision.
He just…he didn't know what to do.
If he stayed in Camelot…there was every chance that the king, that Arthur, would die.
~8~
Mordred stood before the doors to the Hall of Ceremonies, where he would be knighted in only a few minutes, that is…if he didn't turn on his heel and flee right that second.
It was evening now, he'd spent the entire day wandering about Camelot, trying to make sense of the visions he'd been told of. He'd wanted to run, to flee to the forest, to Ealdor, anywhere but Camelot but it was as though every time he tried, one of the knights would pass him and talk to him or he'd feel guilty about leaving without saying goodbye or leaving a note for Morgana and the others. Everyone knew he was being knighted that night, everyone was watching him wander about. If he tried to leave, he knew word would get back to the castle and a search would go out for him. The only thing he could really do was wait there, wait till dark, till everyone was preoccupied with the knighting and the streets were clear, and make his escape then.
It had given him too much time to think about the visions though and the more he did, the more he felt a pressure build in his chest, his stomach start to churn, and his head start to pound. All he could see in his mind's eye was the battle the others had described, the field littered with bodies, Arthur kneeling among them, already beaten and bloodied and weak and him…striding across it, focused on the man, pulling out his sword and driving it into Arthur's gut and he felt like his entire world was going to shatter each time he did. Because his mind went right to everyone what would suffer because of it. He'd imagine the kingdom falling to mourning for their king. He imagined the magic users fleeing in terror because the king had been killed by one and all their hopes of magic returning to Camelot would be dashed if the king that was most understanding of it was slain by a magic user. And he could see Marayna collapsing in tears, holding her children to her as Arthur's sword and cape were returned to her as was customary.
It broke his heart.
He shook his head, no…no he couldn't do this, he couldn't stay there and be the one who brought such sorrow to the kingdom. He couldn't take the life of one of the greatest men he'd ever known.
So he turned, intending to flee, and ready to do so, taking that very first step to run…
When he saw that Morgana was standing right behind him, "Mordred," she greeted, a small knowing smile on her face.
"You've been watching me," he realized, "Scrying."
"All day," she agreed.
"Why?" he frowned, feeling his heart tug, "Afraid I'd go after Arthur?"
Morgana's smile faded, "Afraid you'd run away without a goodbye," she corrected, "Hunith told us that you would often flee to the solace of the woods when you were troubled in Ealdor. We were already planning a cover of a picnic to go after you if you did."
He blinked, "Moth…Hunith told you that?"
"You CAN call her mother, Mordred," Morgana's smile was back, "She already calls you her second son," Mordred looked down at that, knowing that already, "But yes, she did tell us. She hardly talked about anything BUT you when she would visit without you."
Mordred looked up at her, "She did?"
Morgana nodded, "She raised two children," she reminded him, "Children so pure of heart that they were able to change the hearts of those around them," she mused lightly on that, "Her daughter changed the heart of a prince, opened it, made it stronger and compassionate. Her son saved the heart of a princess, saved her from succumbing to fear and darkness. And now, her third child, she believes, is just as pure of heart and just as strong and GOOD as her others."
"But the vision…" he shook his head, not wanting to speak the rest of it.
Morgana was silent for a long while, "Do you know why we decided to tell you about the vision?"
"To warn me away from it?" he shrugged, "To warn me that you'd be watching for me to try and kill…"
"No," Morgana actually laughed at that, stepping closer to put her hand on Mordred's arm, "Mordred…we told you about it so that you would know you have a CHOICE."
"It does not feel that way," he whispered.
"Once, a very long time ago, my fate was similar to yours," she admitted to him, "My path was just as littered with doubt and fear and choice. So much so that Kilgharrah believed I would turn dark, that I would choose the path of evil."
"What?" Mordred scoffed at that, "YOU?" that was a laughable notion, Morgana was HEALER! How could she ever fall to the temptations of the dark with a power like that?
Morgana nodded, far too serious for him to think her jesting, "Kilgharrah saw a power in me, and a fear, one he truly though would lead me to become a great enemy of Camelot despite my having a choice, light or dark."
"You chose Light."
But Morgana shook her head, "I FOUGHT for light," she trailed her hand down his arm to take his hand, "Mordred, I grew up in Camelot, under the watchful eye of Uther. I was terrified every day of my life because, deep down, I believe I knew I had magic, that my dreams were more than just mere dreams. I have seen it in the past, what fear can do. Fear…often leads to anger, anger to hatred, and hatred to evil. I was on the verge of anger, anger against Uther, against his laws, against his prejudice and his crimes to our people. If it hadn't been for Merlin…I do not doubt I would have fallen to darkness."
"He saved you," Mordred breathed.
"Yes, and do you know how?" she asked, he shook his head, "He gave me the knowledge I would need to make my choice. Kilgharrah, even Gaius, didn't want me to know about my magic. But Merlin knew how scared I was, how much I was suffering, and he made a decision. He told me that yes, I did have magic, and explained that no, it did NOT mean I was evil. Because he told me about his own magic as well. He made me feel less alone, he taught me how to use my magic, how to hide it, and most importantly…he told me about the different paths that were open to me. He made me aware of light and dark and he let me choose for myself, where I WANTED to go," she shook her head, "After seeing all he'd done for me, all that I could do with him at my side…how could I possibly choose the dark after that?"
She looked at Mordred softly, "We wanted to give you the same choice Mordred. There are two future open to you, and it is YOUR choice what you want that future to be. Knowledge is power, especially in the Old Religion. By making you aware of the two futures laid out for you, we wanted to help you. We wanted to give you all the knowledge we could so that YOU could choose your own future and not let it be dictated by one single event. I have learned through my visions, knowing the future can allow you to change it. And, with these two visions, being of Vate sight, while you may not be able to change them, you will be able to CHOOSE which future will come. We wanted it to be given to YOU, as is right as it is your future, and not leave it to fate and chance to lead you there. It is your future to make what you will."
Mordred looked down, considering her words, "I do not want to kill Arthur."
"Then you won't," she said simply.
He lifted his head, "But just because I don't want to…that doesn't always mean that the other future is gone."
"I know," she nodded, "Wanting and doing are two very different things. But, perhaps, wanting one enough can help prevent you doing another."
Mordred nodded slowly and looked back at the doors.
"Are you ready to be knighted, Sir Mordred?" Morgana smiled.
Mordred looked back at her, considering all her words, before he nodded. She stepped beside him and linked her arm with his just as the doors opened and he could behold the court and knights gathered within. Morgana started to walk, leading him up the aisle and towards Arthur where he was standing with Marayna, William at her side, her hands on his shoulders, Merlin a few feet away and holding Rosaline while Lancelot and Gwen stood beside him, Gaius and the rest of the knights on the other side.
He took a breath and knelt down before Arthur as he pulled Excalibur out, holding it high above him, and began to tap him on the shoulders. Mordred closed his eyes, feeling a pit in his stomach. Despite all that Morgana had said, he couldn't shake the horrible feeling that, one day, something may happen that would drive him to go after Arthur. He didn't know what it could be, he couldn't imagine anything the man could do to him that would be so horrible as to lead him to that end.
He glanced at Marayna and William out of the corner of his eye, he loved her like a sister and that little boy, him and his sister, they had already found a way into his heart having only known them such a short time. He couldn't bear to think that he'd do anything that would harm them, let alone hurt them in such a way as to kill their father.
"Arise," Arthur decreed, lowering his sword, "Sir Mordred, of Camelot."
Mordred took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he stood, opening them to look into that of his king, and swearing on everything he could think of, on his magic, on his sword, on Hunith's life…that he would NOT betray his king, promising to himself that he would not harm Arthur, refusing the future where he would be the one to end his life.
But even as he made that promise, even as he turned to face the court as they erupted in cheers…he felt the stirrings of doubt.
The future was always changing, as were the hearts of men, and…he prayed that his would not, but no one knew what laid in a man's head and heart that could drive him to kill. He could only hope that whatever happened to him in the future that made him wish to see Arthur dead by his hand would not happen.
But with two futures being present, no one, not even the most powerful of Seers, would be able to tell him what was coming for him and Arthur.
A/N: Poor Mordred :( I really felt like he needed a little Morgana/Mordred time there :) I think that his situation parallels hers very much in this story, and that she especially would be pushing for them to tell Mordred about the vision and give him the knowledge of the futures ahead of him and the power to make the choice himself instead of letting him be influenced by events like how Merlin told her about her magic and about the two paths her future was on :)
But...I won't say which future will happen }:)
On another note...I'm VERY excited for tomorrow! SO much going on and quite a few treats for you guys ;) Because...
April 13th marks the 2 year anniversary of when I posted my first story (in Doctor Who) so, to celebrate, tomorrow I'll be posting a SuperWhoLock one-shot crossover for my 3 OC series featuring, Michelle/Proffy/Leena :) It'll be a few hours after I post this story and DW though ;)
ALSO! Tumblr takeover! Woo! I've decided that, starting this year, I'll be doing a sort of 'tumblr takeover' where, on the day I first posted a new OC, that OC takes over my tumblr. For this year, it's all stories that I posted between 2012-2013, next year I'll be including the new OCs from this year on top of that and so on :) Since the 13th is also the first day I posted the Professor, SHE will be taking over my tumblr for the day. So anyone who wants to talk to or ask questions of dear old Proffy, for 24 hours she'll be taking over my tumblr. I'll be posting a note on it at midnight (for me) and then the next midnight so you know when she'll be on ;) I'm really happy because I'm feeling MUCH better so I should be on tumblr today answering the asks in my inbox and prepping for Proffy tomorrow :)
Some notes on reviews...
Lol, thanks, I fixed the error :)
Oh Merlin will definitely give Mordred a chance. I think that what happened with Mordred in the show is a lot like what happened with Morgana, Merlin sort of pushed them into their destinies. If he'd told Morgana about her magic and supported her openly, she wouldn't have felt so alone, if he'd explained what Morgause did with the Knights and her being the source of the magic, she wouldn't have thought he was poisoning her and hated him. for Mordred, if he hadn't been so set in thinking Mordred would kill Arthur, he might have been more accepting and supportive and helped Kara more and prevented that future. In a way, he almost created future, but in this story, he did help Morgana and Mordred is more of a brother to him than in the show so I think he'll do all he can to support Mordred unlike in the show where he was constantly telling Arthur to let him die :(
Thanks :) I wrote protagonist as I copy the reviews onto the Doc and write it from there, so I was looking at protagonist instead of writing antagonist lol :) But I fixed it :) And those videos were great :)
We'll have to wait and see if Lancelot and Gwen have a little kiddie ;) As for the Dragon tongue, I use the Merlin Wikia page for the spells used in the show so I don't use an actual translator ite. From what I've seen of it, it's Greek :) (literally, not just 'it's all Greek to me' lol) I think it's ancient Greek, but that might just be me seeing Ancient Greek since I know that and not 'modern' Greek :)
I can't say what'll happen for Mordred. I can say though that the 20th chapter will be where we see for sure, what Mordred will do as it is a focal point/episode in the show ;)
I've never been to Comic Con no :( But I want to go SO badly :) I haven't met a celebrity though, no, but one time I was in Italy with my HS Latin Club around the time MI:III was premiering and I THINK John Rhys Meyers was right behind my friend when I took a picture of her. I'll have to check and see if I still have it and double check :) I like plain cheese pizza, but only from Pizza Hut :) I think I might have seen a panda at a zoo once or twice, but not outside of that (though I do have a panda teddy bear ;)) I've officially been to 3 countries (including America...Canada and Italy. I briefly stopped in England on the fly to Italy, but since I didn't leave the airport I don't count that :)) Hmm...I'd say I'd invite Shakespeare, Augustus, Queen Elizabeth, Robert Frost, JRR Tolkien, Virgil, Franklin Roosevelt, Jeremy Irons, Albert Einstein, and John Hurt to dinner if I could :) I've had the same dream more than once yup :) I like to think there was a real King Arthur. I remember one of my professors said that the difference between myth and legend is that legend is based in true history ;) So I think Arthur was real :)
Mostly Marayna learned what Mordred and the others did, that Morgause wanted to know who Arthur's Bane was to try and bring his downfall, that she was still trying to learn who Emrys was, and that Morgause had been held captive for 2 years before escaping and spending the last year on her own, I don't think Morgause would tell anyone much of her plans, I doubt she trusts them :)
Oh there'll definitely be more baby things to come, especially with Arthur ;)
