He dragged Excalibur, the blade nicking the stones of the tower. The magic of the two clashing with one another and creating sparks as he walked down the stairs.

His eyes stopped on the bottom, right at the centre where a stone altar stood. There was no one around, no one he could see…

Arthur took a step towards the altar and instantly felt dizzy. He stumbled, slightly, and looked around. He was no longer in the tower, he was somewhere else, a place he didn't know…

He looked around as he heard the waves crashing against the rock, three pillars of pure black surrounded him.

Shing… he heard. Arthur stared towards the altar, there with his back turned was his nightmare.

Shing, the man's arm hovered over the blade of the dual scythe. He didn't turn to him, but he knew Arthur was there.

"You have won, nephew…"

He clasped the sword and glared at the creature. "Where is she!? What did you do with her!?"

Vortigern, turned slowly, to his nephew. His eyes blood-coloured, hands grasping his weapon. "Dead."

He felt his heart plunder to his stomach and breaking into a thousand shards. "You're lying!"

The mad King's head was covered in a skull helmet, but his eyes shinned maliciously, he was smiling.

"I can see why you liked her, nephew… her blood was exquisite." Arthur could hear his heart beating on his ears, barely hearing what Vortigern said next. "You have WON. Now, play with me."

Arthur's knuckles turned white as he clenched Excalibur. He tried deflecting the fireball sent his way, but the explosion still shoved him a few meters away.

She wasn't dead, she couldn't be dead, he would have felt it! He gripped the sword and parred the attack, his eyes locking with Vortigern's. "Where. Is. EVE!?" He grunted and glared at his uncle. Where once there was shock, guilt and hopelessness, now was hatred and denial.

She dashed by the dungeons when she heard someone calling.

"Eve!" She turned around to see Bedivere.

"Where's Arthur?"

"At the tower! He went looking for you."

"Got it!" She began to walk away when he stopped her.

"Wait!" Eve turned to the man and watched as he pointed towards the bars, in front of him. "Can you help me get them out? The castle is on fire!"

She glanced inside the dungeon and saw several women and other servants looking terrified, as well as the woman that had warned them about Vortigern's trap in Londinium.

She studied the bars and looked at them. "Stand back." She commanded.

Maggie locked eyes with Bedivere who nodded, and they stepped back.

Eve placed her hands on the bars and channelled her flames to the metal, golden flames ran over the grid pattern, they burned the iron like it was paper and as she stood back the cage was gone.

Bedivere blinked, his jaw fell in astonishment, but he quickly recovered and rushed to hug Maggie.

The woman returned the gesture, gripping him closely to her. The older man looked at her and mouthed a thank you.

She nodded, her eyes stopping on the people who stared astonished at her and she gave them a cheeky smile, she too hadn't really wrapped her head on this newfound ability, but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it.

She helped the rest of the servants and so-called rebels and when she was finished, Eve dashed towards the tower.

The top of it flashed an explosion, and she felt an apprehension grasp her stomach, she quickened her stride, sending blasts of fire towards the men who tried to stop her.

His head crashed against the hard floor and darkness overtook him. He blinked confused and tried to distinguish the sounds of fighting and the images that appeared in his eyes.

As his mind cleared, he watched his past… unfolding before his eyes. He saw his young self being swept away by the rivers' current and he saw his father, fighting the same monster he was fighting.

He saw the moment his father was wounded and fell.

He watched as he threw the sword high in the sky. His breathing grew harder as his heart drummed in his chest. His father looked at his younger self.

"You don't need to run anymore," His vision turfed slightly and he shook the tears away. "You don't need to look away…" The sword flipped in the air and plundered down, towards his father.

Arthur grabbed it, as it was mere inches away from Uther's neck.

Uther raised his head and stared straight at him, this wasn't a memory… it was a moment, a reality that Excalibur had allowed for the two of them…

"The sword is your's son… take it."

He breathed heavily, his gaze fell on Excalibur, that shined with magic, humming softly in his hand. Arthur rose from the ground, using the blade for support before he stood before his uncle.

He stared at the man, his mind strangely clear as did. "You wanted to know what gave me such drive." Vortigern stared at him, curiosity appearing in his eyes. "It was you."

The man growled and manifested a fireball in Arthur's direction, which he easily deflected this time. The sword was light, there was no resistance from it anymore, it had accepted him, or maybe... HE had finally stopped resisting.

"You put me in that brothel." The two men dashed towards each other, their weapons clashing as they fought.

"You cut me on the streets." Arthur continued as he swung Excalibur towards his enemy. "You introduced Eve to me." He nicked his uncle's leg and stared as the man grunted in pain. "I am here now, because of you."

The creature shouted and dashed towards him, death shining in his eyes, but as he was close enough a wall of golden flames formed separating the two men, surprising them.

The two men stared at each other from beyond the fire and then they heard someone's footsteps echoing.

Arthur turned behind him, and he couldn't hide the joy and relief as he saw who it was.

"Evie!" Arthur exclaimed as Evelyn walked toward him, her hair loose and flowing in the wind, her eyes a molten gold and he could see her mark shining in her arm, as well as fire dancing in her shoulders.

She gave him a smirk and winked. "Hi honey, sorry I'm late."

Arthur chuckled and placed the sword across his shoulders and joined her joke. "'Bout time, you. A lot happened, love. I decided to take what is rightfully mine." He looked her up and down with a mischievous and erotic gleam in his eyes, to anyone else she looked like shit, her clothes ripped and dirty all over, but to him she was gorgeous. "What have YOU been doing?"

Eve smiled. "Oh, you know… beaten, tortured, cut, thrown into water-filled tentacle monsters," She faked a shiver but not the disgust on her face. "Killing them for touching me," Her eyes landing on Vortigern as she said that her gaze malicious and cold. "The usual."

He frowned at her words and glared at his uncle, a cold smile appearing on his lips. "Really? Well, then… I better kill the bastard that treated you so badly..." Arthur turned back to Evelyn and winked at his lover. "Want to join?"

Her eyes shined and more flames appeared around her. "I thought you never asked."

Arthur held Excalibur and used its powers, he glanced to his right, as Eve placed herself in battle stance, he felt an excited shiver travel down his back. 'I love this woman.'

They resumed battle.

AN: My puppets, the hour is near... The movie shall end in the next chapter, now who is handling the betting pool? Will Eve stay, or not?

Anyone want to try and guess? No? Yes? Hehe, I guess you'll have to wait and see...

See you in the next chapter \(^o^)