Chapter 9: Mordred's revenge part 2


"Forbærne yfel!" Mordred hissed and Arthur was surrounded in flames, lighting the cave.

"ARTHUR!" Lyra screamed from behind Mordred.

Mordred stormed over to her and slapped her. "Leave her out of this, Mordred!" Arthur yelled.

Mordred ignored him and bent down to Lyra's level, on the stone floor. "I said not to get in my way, princess." He whispered dangerously. "All you need to do now is watch and learn..."

"Mordred, you don't have to do this!" Lyra cried, looking up at him. "Arthur w-was only following his father's or-orders! It... It wasn't his faul-!"

He stood up. "Shut up!" He yelled. "I know what you're doing! But we do what I say now! I decide what happens... So don't waste Arthur's last moments thinking he's got a hope in hell." His word was final and Lyra didn't know what to say. So her only reply was a loud heartbreaking sob.

"Now, Arthur, lets not waste more time." Mordred circled the flames. "Fyr wiþere!"

Arthur shouted in pain, making Lyra struggle against her chains. Mordred took out his dagger and Lyra's eyes widened. "NO! please!" Mordred ignored her.

He whispered something and the weapon flew in to the fire, where Arthur stood.

The clanging of swords were heard, but Lyra saw nothing. Mordred was watching with a victorious smirk on his face.

"This is it, Arthur. Merlin cant save you... Not this time." He said, his tone was amused.

Lyra watched him with terrified eyes and called him. "Please don't do this." she pleaded. He glanced at her for a moment.

"He left me no choice." He starred daggers at her for a few seconds.

"There is always a choice!"

Lyra wiped her eyes and wasn't expecting to see Mordred about half a meter away from her. "Be quiet or I swear I'll stifle you."

"If you'd just-!" She had it coming: Mordred ripped the bottom of her dress and gaged her.

Mordred went back to the fire to see Arthur try to fight the enchanted dagger. "Before you die, I just wanted you to know I'll take good care of your wench."

"Let her go!"

Mordred scoffed darkly, "How do you expect me to become King, without a princess?!"

Lyra tensed and moaned, Mordred heard her and turned to face her, a malicious smile on his lips. "NO!"

Arthur was distracted and there was a grunt in the circle of flames.

Mordred's dagger flew back in it's owner's hand. The flames disappeared and when Mordred advanced on Lyra she backed away until she was touching the wall of the cave.

Mordred rolled his eyes. "My future queen should not fear her husband." He smirked at her, cruelly and ripped the material from her mouth. He removed the chains with magic.

"I will never marry you!" she cried.

Lyra ran passed him, and keeled next to Arthur's limp body and put one hand beside his head, the other on his heart... his still beating heart!

"A-Arthur?" She whispered. "Speak to me..." He opened his eyes.

"Lyra," He chocked. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Lyra asked lightly.

"I didn't listen to you... Or Merlin." He replied.

Lyra shook her head, "You don't have to be sorry for trying to protect your kingdom."

Arthur smiled. "Whatever happens Lyra, I want you to know... I will always love you..."

"And I you."

His eyes closed and Lyra put her head on his chest, loud sobs echoing throughout the cave.

Mordred walked over to her and pulled her of the dead King, "No. No. NO!" She cried, waking Merlin.

He got up, and groaned loudly, Mordred looked at him and his eyes flashed gold.

"Bedyrne ús! Astýre ús þanonweard" Merlin vanished.

"Merlin!" Lyra screamed. "What did you do to him?!"

Mordred took her forearm firmly in his hand and smiled at her. "He's in the dungeons in Camelot, where he belongs."

"W-why?!"

He took her other arm. "Merlin left a trail leading Arthur to my camp. He's lucky to be alive."

"Arthur only led the knights because Uther made him!" She exclaimed.

Mordred smacked her, making Lyra cry out in pain. "He still did though! Didn't he? Didn't he!?"

"Yes!" Lyra's vision was becoming blurry and all she could make out was the anger in Mordred's eyes. "But-!"

Mordred threatened to hurt her again by raising his hand as he had before but this time he didn't actually hit her.

Instead he dragged Lyra out of the cave and picked her up and put her on the back of Arthur's horse, and he got on in front of her leaving the other horses left alone in the forest.

"Where are you taking me?" Lyra asked shakily, making Mordred smile. She was intimidated by him.

"To Camelot." He responded.

Lyra grimaced. She had hoped he wouldn't say that. "Do not harm anyone."

Mordred stopped the horse and sneered at her. "Why would I harm my own people?" He asked mockingly.

"They are not your people... They're Ar-..." She trailed of: Saying Arthur's name was too painful for her now.

Mordred laughed at her. "Why are you laughing!?" She hissed.

"You are so pitiful!" He mocked her.

Lyra glowered at him. "You killed him! and you call me 'pitiful'? I love him!"

"It's not normal loving the dead, princess..." Mordred took her hand tightly in his. "You need to move on.."

Lyra tried getting off the horse, but Mordred was holding her too tightly. "Never!"

"You will be mine. And when you are, you will never leave Camelot again."


When they had returned to Camelot Lyra noticed that the citadel was crowded with villagers and knights.

Sir Elyan stopped them at the gates. "Lyra? Where are Arthur and Merlin? Who is this?"

Lyra looked at Mordred unsure of what to say. " My name is Mordred. Arthur Penndragon is dead." Mordred said loudly so everyone could hear as he got off the horse.

There was a murmur in the crowd. "Thats enough. Quiet!" Mordred said, "All of you. Listen to me!" He called.

"And why should we listen to you?" Someone in the crowd demanded.

Mordred smiled. "Because we have to select a new king. We need to listen to each other."

"Listen to you, you mean." Lyra whispered under her breath.

Mordred heard her. "It's an excellent start!"

"You killed Arthur!" The crowd gasped.

Mordred narrowed his eyes at her. "We are not having a murderer as our king!" A villager yelled.

"It's true. But I wouldn't underestimate my powers if I were you." The people murmured again. "I could destroy Camelot with a few well chosen words if I so wished it." He watched the crowd to see their reaction. He decided to prove himself. "Forbærne! Ácwele!" He aimed a ball of fire at the middle of the court where about six villagers lay dead on the ground.

"Quite a demonstration. Wouldn't you agree? Why not a small round of applause?" He asked. When no one replied he scoffed. "Nothing? You wouldn't want to hurt my feelings now, would you?"

The crowd started to clap, but they were very hesitant. "Good." He smiled. "Now, it's time for us to choose a new king. And I'm sure you've all understood, I'd like to put my name first."

He glanced at the knights. "I'm going to ask each and everyone of your knights, one by one, if they'll support me as their next king. Starting with you." He pointed towards Sir Leon. "Do I have your support?"

"Y-yes." Sir Leon had given up at the thought of the loss of his King and friend.

Mordred shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you."

Leon sighed. "Yes."

Mordred nodded. "The rest of you. Do I have your support?"

Lyra was upset that none of the knights had protested. They were all depressed at the thought of Arthur's death. "Well. I'm honored and surprised, by this very unexpected nomination." He smirked. "I accept."


You have know idea how hard it was to write Arthur's death! It's just sooo sad! I love Arthur! I'm sorry I killed him...