They tied me up.
Galahad had the solemn duty of lighting the pyre of wood.
Grim-faced yet determined to get the job done. He flung the torch onto the sticks beneath me then walked off quickly not looking behind him, not once.
"I shall give you one last chance Uther. Free me and I shall forgive this!" I could feel the fire beneath me but i kept my voice calm and loud enough that he should hear me.
"You have been found practising magic, there is not forgiveness for such a crime." He said in his steady, wicked voice.
"There is no forgiveness for a criminal but for a loyal servant there is."
"No loyal servant of mine would deliberately betray me this way!" There ws clearly no point appealing to Uther's better nature. He had no better nature. The death of Ygraine had altered him so, but it was his own fault she died. I was there! I know every little dark detail even thought the facts were and are so surrounded with the mists of Uther's lies.
"Then I should not be the one begging forgiveness, it is you!"
"Threats wont save you now!" He spat.
"Threats? Oh no Uther! You se, what i speak is the truth, unabridged and clear! Take it in whatever way you will, I'm passed caring now. There seems to be no reason to trust a king who doest no see friends separated from moral enemies."
He ordered another torch to be flung onto the pyre.
This is what iI wanted. The smoke would conceal me. They could not see the small dagger I held.
I easily sawed through the ropes which bound me to the pyre. I would have fallen straight into the fire if iI had no magic.
I unconsciously hovered over the flames, I had no thought of wanting to used magic but I was at that stage in developing my magic that it would help me when I needed it, unless I repressed it.
"Uther! You're fear and hatred stems from your own hideous overlook, your own stupidity, your disregard of warnings and desperation for anything you want. You and only you have labelled magic as evil because that is how you see it! You have failed in your duty to look after this and have only succeeded in making it full of fear. That is not how a kingdom should be run. I prayer that Arthur will be a better king then you could ever be! I shall return! Make no doubt in that! But you shall never know. You shall be shrouded too thickly in your hatred and sorrow! Now! Watch as I defy you one more time. I could crush this castle. Kill everyone, within a second. I don't, because I love Camelot. It is my home. I believe in the future and the kingdom it will build." I floated through the smoke veil and hovered in front of the sorrowful king. "You make yourself more enemies than you destroy in your purge of this land."
"Kill her!"
At the king's scream, arrows flew at me. Archers seemed ready to shoot me and at the words let their arrows fly.
They were good! If i moved out-of-the-way the arrows would soar straight past Uther, harmlessly stabbing into the wall or falling to the stone floor of the balcony-style place Uther watched all of his executions from.
However they passed straight through me as if I was made from the same substance as the veil which had billowed between me and the king.
"Magic is not your enemy Uther! Only those who you make are your enemies. Magic can make this kindgdom great!"
"Magic is evil!" He glared. "You are evil, and manipulative..."
"No! Magic is only as evil as those who wield it." I was angry now, the emotion flared around my words and shocked the king, he had never been spoken to like that by a mere serving girl. I spoke with no fear, but just passionate hatred and anger.
I lifted my arms up, sick of talking to the demon king.
Stop, leave, before you make it worse!
Gaius' words echoed in my head, he prompted my departure. I was planning it anyway. I grew tired of the same old shit from Uther.
Doesn't matter! He can spend his reign in the shadows of fear sorrow and deceit but I will flee into the light of purity. I will leave here and never come back. Not under Uther's tyrannic reign.
I shot into the air, faster, and in my opinion, more graceful than any arrow shot after me.
The last thing I heard from the dreadful ruler was "Find that wench and kill her. No rest, I want her head on a spike!"
And that was the beginning of a beautiful friendship...