A/N: Senseless violence… characters die

Llacheu pasted a smile on his face. He hated the park. Too many people, Sir Kay took him to the park back in the 5th century, his youth. He spent hours practicing his sword play in the bright sun. Until one day, he detected a strange mixture of flowers. Kay ushered him back into their cottage. The aroma surround the house until that woman burst in with her crazy eyes.

"Everything is good is now; we have Mum and Gracie."

Llacheu stared at Arthur just frowning like ancient good in the middle of a meadow. "He still thinks that he's king…" Llacheu shook his head in dismay.

"What are you staring at," Arthur griped to a pair of singing birds. "Go fly somewhere."

Why in the world did Guinevere want to play in the park? This place is horribly common. Random recently awaken insects dare to nip my skin. It's loud. She wants to play in a park; we have a large estate in Wales, private.

Where in the hell is Gawain and Vivian? I requested that everyone attend the day for safety purposes. I don't like this. I can't relax. Where is everyone? Merlin is over these with pale strange dark haired girl… Freya. She's a bit strange, perfect for Merlin.

Duran is over them with his grandmother and grandfather… really Leon? The thought of touching Catrina. It gives me intense shudders. Lancelot kicking a soccer ball with Llacheu and Percy. Where is…

My darlings are standing by a bunch of spring flowers… like a nymph with her child. Maybe this isn't so bad. I could place flowers in Guinevere's hair. Later tonight, I could pluck them…

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Lancelot watched Llacheu staring a group of young girls as he kept missing the football. He noticed a redhead seemed to follow Laches's movement on the grass. The ball rolled towards Lancelot's foot. Impulsively, Lancelot kicked the football deep into the park.

Lancelot clutched his fist. "Llacheu, can you get the ball, Buddy?'

Llacheu grinned, and raced behind a bunch of trees. Percy chuckled.

"Lancelot, that was obvious."

"Maybe, I'm related to Cupid."

Lancelot stared at his watch. "Where's Vivian?"

"You're Cupid… where's your girl?"

Lancelot was deeply bless to have Vivian in his life. He never expected to find true love with Vivian. He didn't deserve true love after his affair with Guinevere. She chased him. He didn't want to start a new relationship. Vivian snuck into his heart. She made him so very happy.

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Morgause stared at her reflection in a pool of clear water. Brushing her blonde hair from her face, she sauntered towards the happy little family and friends. She hoped that she projected Elena's calm cool demeanor. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk as she approached Arthur. She did appreciate the deep frown marring his handsome face.

"Arthur."

"Elena, how are you?"

Morgause smiled at her younger brother. "I'm fine since you fired me, and used me for sex. I just happened to see the little party here. I wanted to see your perfect daughter."

Arthur wasn't in the mood to deal with Elena. He didn't want her to meet his daughter. He just wanted to send her away.

"I'm not going to deal with you," Arthur stated flatly. He walked over to Gwen and Gracie.

"Lancelot, handle your mess," he called.

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Llacheu crawled under a bush to retrieve soccer ball. He sniffed deeply. NO, it can't be… she's here. That scent is here. It was her fragrance… that woman who killed Kay. He would know those eyes anywhere. His heart stopped when she walked by. It was her from that horrible day so many years ago. That deadly deranged blonde woman walked into his home, and slaughter Sir Kay. She attempted to kill him until Sekhmet saved him from the brink of death.

"What is she doing here?"

"Morgause is here to cause mischief."

Llacheu crawled from under the bush. He was a bit shocked to find Sekhmet standing in a golden gown holding a silver sword. Using a hand, he pushed himself to his feet.

"Why isn't Dad stopping her?"

She shook her dark head." Karma is funny thing; she wronged you in your youth. You must send her to the pits of hell. Time for the boy to become a man." Sekhmet offered Llacheu a gleaming sword.

"I understand. Gracie is my sister, and I have to protect her. Dad is going to yell."

Sekhmet merely shrugged. "Tell me something new."

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Duran hid in a bush stuffing his mouth with crisps. He knew that he had to be quick; he didn't;' want Daddy and Mummy to find him. He was tired of vegetables and fruits. He need something that had a good taste in his belly.

"Duran Pendragon, out of the bush... this instant," Sekhmet ordered.

Duran rolled his eyes. She has the world's worst timing… ever.

Chewing, he stepped from the bush. Sekhmet stood with her arms folded.

"You have a great destiny, even though you are covered in potato crumbs. Your sister is in danger. Take her pram, and race around the park. Call your mother away. Run to the house, and don't leave until your father returns. Run when your see Llacheu returning to the park. Do not look back. Do you understand?'

Duran chewed his food. He swirled his tongue around his mouth.

"Do you understand?"

"My mouth is full. I get it… protect Mummy and the baby. I'm bad, not stupid."

Sekhmet scowled. "You have your father's personality."

Duran beamed. "Maybe, I should wear a shirt stamped 100 percent Pendragon."

"Not a good thing."

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Lancelot hurried over to Elena. Why is she here? Why can't she let it go? Arthur doesn't love or need her. He paused when his mobile vibrated in his pocket. He grabbed from his pocket. He stared at the unfamiliar number.

"Hello, this is Lance Laken."

"What?"

"No, not in months. We ended our relationship."

"Yes, I can be there in a moment."

Lancelot's mobile slipped from his fingers as his head whipped around to see Elena.

"If her body is in the morgue, who in the hell is that?

"Arthur," Lancelot screamed as he raced toward Elena.

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"Mummy, chase us," Duran screamed as he pushed Gracie's pram away. Gwen's mouth dropped in horror as Duran raced off with her baby.

"Duran, "Gwen shouted as she ran after him. Arthur was about to join the chase when Lancelot yelled his name.

He stood in shock as he watched Llacheu approaching Elena with a silver sword drawn; his blue eyes cloudy with emotion.

"No," Arthur shouted. Arthur couldn't catch him in time. It was like time slowed his movements. Tears slipped from his eyes as Llacheu delivered a fatal blow to Elena. Her blonder head soared across the park landing near a bench.

Merlin hid Freya's face in his shoulder as she screamed like something ripped out her soul.

Leon pushed Catrina behind him as Elena's headless body convulsed on the grass.

Arthur grabbed his son by his shoulders. "Whatever you doing?'

"Not Elena, Morgause… Daddy, look…"

Arthur turned his head to see Elena's body crawling towards her head.

"Oh, hell not this isn't a bad Wes Craven movie." Arthur yanked the sword from Llacheu hand. Stomping over to Morgause' body. He chomped it into a thousand pieces like a garden snake. "How dare you attempt to steal my baby? You attempted to murder my son. You murdered Kay! You caused Gwen almost to go into labor,' Arthur raged. "Damn you!" His chest heaving, he stared into Morgause's smiling face.

"You won this time. Sooner or later… I'll be reborn, Arthur… I'll…"

Arthur spilt her head in one large swipe.

"Shut up, Bitch."

"Clean this mess up," Arthur ordered his Knights. He couldn't believe that Morgause struck in the daylight… she must have been desperate. Where's Morgana? Where in the hell is Gawain and Vivian? Arthur wiped the back of his hands across his sweaty face.

"Arthur, Elena is dead… Morgause… I'm assuming," Lancelot stammered. "I need to check Vivian. She never made it here today."

"Of course," Arthur said flatly. "Sekhmet, open a portal for Lancelot. I know that you're here."

A shimmering portal opened; Lancelot nodded as he stepped inside. "Thank you, Arthur."

Arthur gathered a shaking teary Llacheu into his arms "I'm proud you," he whispered as Llacheu clung to him.

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Lancelot exhaled when he heard the shower running.

"She's alive."

His feet carried him to Viv's bedroom. He threw open the door.

"Vivian, Darling!"

He said nothing when he spotted Vivian wearing a towel sitting on her bed as a towel clad Gawain brushed her damp blonde hair. They turned shocked eyes as they watched Lancelot's soul crumble as he stood dumfounded in the doorway.

"Forgive me for interrupting," he remarked sadly.

Lancelot felt nothing as he walked away.