So this is it. THE LAST UPDATE OF REGRETS. The end. Or may be- Its up to you.

The results from the poll show that i will be doing an AU for A servant of two masters next and it will be called- TORN (Thanks to magpieintheshadows)

THANKYOU TO ALL THE REVIEWERS, (Was gonna write out all the names but it proved too many and im guessing you would just prefer an update), i owe you all, the reviews mean so much to me and the fact this is the highest i have ever got! Im always looking forward to updating this. Thanks so much!

So if your still reading this lets all try and get this to 200 :) And i hope you enjoy.

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Part 21

Julius growled as he swung his small leather bag over the side of his shoulder while he trekked the rocky terrain in the centre of the thickest forest he had travelled through, The maps and handwritten pieces of work within it rustling as he did. During his escape the man had returned back to his own village; the quiet and sleepy farmland of Ahermosa. It was the final settlement on the furthest reaches of Camelot, With only Six families living in the area. Gathering as much of his possessions as he could in the small pack, And casting one single last glance at the family home he had been brought up in the man left without a word; As if he was just a ghostly presence in the settlements history. Only pausing to rest three single black rotten roses at the foot of his family's graves.

"Julius do not fail me again" His mother hissed.

Shaking his head and pushing the brutal memories away the man watched the surrounding tree's as they began to thin outwards, Camelot's guards and knights were still after him and they weren't giving up. He had to keep moving onwards otherwise… it would most definitely mean certain death, It was almost touching to know they cared so much. Smirking maliciously the man tried in vain to remain focused, But still the final words of his mother's dying breathe echoed in his mind. The cold hard eyes of her rough skin stained into his memory as she hissed not the usual loving words you'd expect to here from a caring mother, But an heartless order. Images flashed before his mind as his hardened barrier fell and the day his world changed came rushing back.

The air around him was thick and musty as the burning of the tree's released thin pieces of black ash into the air, Falling around him almost like snow. He was young, His face brown from the constant days working on the farm and eyes a melting hazel. But the glistening muddied tears which streamed down his face destroyed his image as he cradled the only remaining living family member in his arms. Their thick red blood seeping through his own shirt as he tried to keep them warm and alive. His world had all changed from a normal farmers boy to an orphaned son within a few hours. Camelot's Men had raided the settlement after a fellow villager had reported his brother for being a sorcerer, Of which he was. The men had come with torches lighting the surrounding dry tree's and farm crops, Where it had been a warm summers day it was only a few minute before the whole area was ablaze. The other villagers had been taken away previous meaning it was only his family caught within the death trap.

"RUN!" His father had bellowed as he pushed Julius and his mother and older brother from the room. Julius was the only one who hesitated out of them all, water streaming down his face as he watched his father pull out a sword and point it straight towards the advancing guards.

Julius gasped as the images disappeared and stopped. He had reached a thick oak tree; its roots breaking out of the hard mud which surrounded its base, The cool orange leaves clinging onto its branches in vain as the winter frost slowly claimed them. Borden's hand touched its rough surface as he looked at his surroundings. He had to make sure he got the right hovel, There was no time for mistakes. Taking in the slowly setting sun the man turned to the east, and began to head once again slightly closer to Camelot, His feet treading slowly over the leave littered ground to try and avoid unnecessary sounds.

His brothers eyes burned golden as he sent a few soldiers flying back in the air, His own face covered in tears after hearing his father's death cry ring through the air. They were running through the thick tree's, Their pants clearly audible as they breathed in the thick falling ash rather than the cool air around them. The only light source available and keeping them moving being the burning which surrounded them. His brothers hand gripped his own as they reached a steep incline up a cliff face, Himself and mother obviously Incapable of climbing such a thing. To the side of it was a small rocky hole covered by the deep green moss and vines which surrounded it. The older man panicked grabbing Julius by the arms and lifting him inside, His mother standing beside him as they covered the hole once again. There was no chance of escape.

Julius kept still trying to not create noise as he peered through the moss, He could see his mother and brother clasping hands as the guards came from everywhere, surrounding them with their long scythes pointed straight towards them. Some already covered with the blood of his father. Forcing his hand over his mouth the younger Julius stopped the sound from escaping from his broken and chapped lips as the guards of Camelot walked forwards menacingly.

Borden stopped as he spotted the old wooden door disguised before the rocky ravine before him, the thick green moss submerging it from view tricking anyone who passed. Its ground was littered with leaves, No tracks marked its surface giving off the pretence it was an abandoned home of a hermit, No Guard or Knight of Camelot would waste their time searching there. But Julius knew better. The man jumped outwards and fell the small three metre drop, Not wincing as his knee's broke the fall lowering him to the ground in complete silence. Slowly his head rose upwards a dark shadow casted across his eyes as he spotted the familiar dark lace dress before him, He had heard her move as he fell but at the fact that others wouldn't have sensed her so early Julius found himself slightly at an awe. She had come out of the darkness within seconds, A deadly blade pointed towards his chest just like it had been for his mother and brother.

"Julius" Morgana smirked as she lowered the weapon and stepped forwards before the man, Watching as he slowly rose to his feet. The witch moved closer and looked down at his clothes in detail before gripping his hand and pulling him forwards towards the hovel. "Come in"

The two walked into the small room, A wooden rotting double bed sat in the corner; Its surface covered in numerous blankets while large spinal books and pages covered in a sprawled writing spread out over its surface. Large makeshift shelf's filled with various vials, torturous weapons and poisons filled the remaining space, the light of the fire coming from the fire pit in the centre of the room reflecting through their coloured contents. Julius walked past a wide eyed Morgana and over towards the bed, His hands picking up and flicking through the papers and books, His eyes absorbing the words. They were books and information on dragons.

"So have you got it?" Morgana asked expectantly as she moved around to her fire-pit, Picking up a long iron poker as she pushed about the wood which rested in the centre. Julius turned to face her, his face hard and cold as he stepped forwards. He had never wanted the woman to get involved, the dragon was to be for himself and no-one elses, But once she had offered a fine rewards; that being impossibly imaginable amounts of gold and the shared throne of Camelot, He couldnt resist the urge which bubbled within him. He would of just killed her when he got there in the end.

"I had some… difficulties" Julius uttered as he looked upwards his face dark, "You leaving me to die was one of them-"

Morgana hissed as she stepped forwards, Anger pulled across her face and eyes gleaming in obvious disappointment. "No I never-"

"Yes you did-"

"Okay I did" Morgana smirked menacingly as she leaned forwards her arm on her hips, The dark tendrils of her hair hanging across her ivory skin as her piercing green eyes watched Julius's reaction. The glowing hot poker from the fire still clutched in her hands and hanging by her side. Borden screwed his fists in anger and made to move forwards to lash out, However the witch saw it coming. Her own arm moved round, the poker in her hand slashing across his face as it burned a deep red line into his cheek, Before completing it with a golden flash of her awe inspiring eyes. Borden was sent flying through the air and into the stone walls of the hovel. His head crashing against it and sending the room spinning in a blinding light of pain.

Morgana wandered forwards her smile growing as she played about with her hands; tossing the poke off to the side with a loud clatter, She had wanted him to lash out. A fight was exactly what she yearned. "I didn't tell Agravaine because he has been a bit disappointing lately, Not keeping to his word. I was going to dispose of him- But maybe I was wrong… He would have done a much better job than you"

"I am nothing like that pathetic toe rag!" Julius roared as he saw red. The man rose upwards, A blade shooting out from his sleeve as he swung his arm outwards and around, Aiming straight for the throat of the witch. "Fréosan" Morgana raised her hand upwards, Halting Julius's arm mid-air, Barely inches from her own hand. To Borden it felt as if it had hit an invisible wall of energy, Something which no amount of force could break through. Frowning he tried in vain to force it forwards, But it came with no avail. The witch laughed wickedly as brought her other hand around. "Ádlþracu" She hissed again. This time however a strong overwhelming pain ripped through his body forcing him to the ground and onto his knee's, His eyes clenched shut as he tried to force it away from his mind.

"Why shouldn't I kill you?" Morgana questioned as she pulled out a gleaming blade, "TELL ME!" She screamed again as she spun the blade between her fingers, Its metal surface glinting in the firelight. Julius barely managed to glance upwards as a surge of memories crashed into his pain ridden mind.

He pulled himself out from the rock, The tears now rivers carved into his skin as he had witnessed the slaughtering of his family. His brother's head swiped clean off his shoulders before being shoved into a dirt covered bag.

"Julius" His mother heaved as her chest barely moved, Borden rushed over his hands clasping around his mothers weakened body as he tried to keep her safe and alive.

"Mother- Im sorry- I love-"

"This is your fault" She seethed as she eyed her little boy, Her cold weakened hand clasping around his throat as she squeezed it tightly. His mother had always carried hatred for him, but the young boy had never seen it like this before. Borden gaped as the tightness around his throat was released and he struggled to comprehend what had happened, His mother struggled to breathe before him her eyelids fluttering as she fought off the darkness, "Kill the pendragon's- Do not fail me again"

Julius heaved in a deep breathe as the pain from Morgana's spell was relieved and left him panting on the cold stone floor, His hand rising upwards to the fresh burn on his face. The memories dissipating away into nothing but an old thought leaving him gazing at Morgana's feet. "Although the plan for the egg failed- I know of a better way to gain Camelot and the deaths we all so desire" Julius paused and removed his hand from his face, "I propose an easier more efficient one" Julius coughed as he moved his hand instead to his chest, where it hovered over his aching heart.

Morgana crouched down picking up the man's blade and pressing It hard into his neck as she gritted her teeth at the sight of him. "You better not be lying or-" She pressed the metal harder drawing blood out to the surface of his skin. Her face seething with anger and disappointment as she watched the blood drip down from the blade and to her floor.

Julius smirked causing Morgana to relieve the pressure from the wound and her eyes lighting up as he tilted his head towards his bag filled with papers. Julius's own eyes filled to the brim with mischief and maliciously fuelled thoughts. Slowly he raised his head as far upwards as he could. Taking in the look of surprise and interest spread across the witches face, "Why have one dragons egg- when you can have a dragonlord?"

Now... Who hates me for that ending? Im thinking of doing a sequel but its up to you, review and tell me what you think!

Thanks again! PLEASE REVIEW :)

P.S, im not trying to make you feel sorry for Julius- Just... understand his past... Oh stuff it i hate him myself :P

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