It was over...
"You created me." Arthur breathed as he stood with his sword embedded in his uncle's abdomen.
The mad King stared at Excalibur and then at his nephew, shock evident in his eyes. He pushed himself off the sword, Excalibur exiting his flesh as he grunted. He tumbled in shock, his body falling against the altar, shattering it into two.
The dark power that granted him strength and magic were disappearing…
Arthur walked towards him. "And for that… I bless you." He leaned forward, held his hand and placed a kiss upon it. "You make sense of the devil…" He whispered as he moved back.
The two watched him for a moment, pausing as the man's life left him… There was no pity in their eyes. Vortigern had made his bed, now he had to rest on it…
Arthur stared at Eve and raised his hand when she took it, he pulled her into an embrace, sighing into her hair.
"Thought I lost you, love."
She returned the gesture with all her strength. They just needed a moment… a second to assure themselves their partner was alive.
The sword hummed in Arthur's hand, warning them. Eve released him, although with reluctance just like Arthur and she squeezed his hand.
Both walked out of the tower, hand in hand, behind them the building collapsed by the sword's power.
Outside their friends cheered, a new era started from the destroyed ruins.
Eve leaned back against his chest. Arthur snaked his arm around her waist and buried his face in her hair. He squeezed the hand, still held in his, and when she angled herself to look at him, he smiled. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again."
Eve smiled and reached to gently caress his cheek as she kissed his chin. "I told you I could take care of myself."
He laughed as he released her hand and dug his finger into her hair, angling her head upwards so that he could capture her lips in a passionate kiss.
Their friends rolled their eyes and looked the other way, screaming they needed to find a room. Eve and Arthur laughed, it was over, they were alive and happy, that was all that mattered…
"Art! The Mage is calling you." Wet Stick shouted as he pointed at the woman.
The king sighed and stared at her. "Don't go anywhere." He whispered while caressing her cheek.
"Just go, before they barf from seeing you acting all romantic." He chuckled and reluctantly moved away from Eve.
Eve watched as he walked away, in honesty she didn't want to let him go, something told her to hold on to him, but she convinced herself it was fine…
She embraced herself as the Mage and Bedivere spoke to him.
If needed she would dash towards him in an instance. Eve blinked at her own thoughts and snorted as she shook her head. When had she become so needy and clingy?
She looked at Arthur and noticed how he looked back at her, her heart swelled with warmth as she saw the longing in his eyes, the same yearning she was feeling. 'Ah, that's right… it's his fault. And I thought Dragons were the possessive ones, must be a mythical creature thing.' She thought amused as she signalled him to pay attention.
He gave her a roguish smile but turned back to the Mage.
It was then that something hummed for her attention. Eve turned to the destroyed tower and blinked as the light hit her eyes.
After a moment of scouting the debris for the source, she found the shine coming from beneath a tilted rock. Eve approached it and with ease, she removed the boulder, there was something buried beneath it, something... metal like?
The woman kneeled and dug the object out, her powers strangely tingling in the back of her mind. She pushed dirt and peddles away, trying to see what was beneath, as she worked, she began noticing a rectangular shaped object with metal bindings.
Finally, she took it out of the earth and after dusting everything off, Eve recognized the object as a book…
A cold shiver travelled down her spine as she recognized the book. It was the same one she had seen in her world, right before she was dragged into this world.
It was instantaneous. "Your job is finished." The voice stated in her mind and Eve screamed as the noise and pain, from when she came to this world, returned.
Her scream surprised the others. Arthur's gaze shot her way, her scream sending fear to his heart. That dread only intensified as the mage's words reached his ears.
"Her job… is finished."
"Evelyn!" He rushed towards her, a barrier hitting against him shoving Arthur away.
He shook the vertigo away and looked at her, his eyes widening as the light appeared behind her, shining brightly and approaching. Arthur drew Excalibur and branded it against the invisible barrier, but it only bounced back... Growling he threw the sword away and used his own hands to hit the wall.
"EVE!" He called for her, not caring if his hands bleed from the continuous hitting. For some miraculous moment, the wall seemed to waver at his attacks and a small hole opened. It wasn't enough for him to go through, but it was enough for his arm. "EVE!" He extended his hand for her. "RUN!"
She looked behind herself to see the light reaching for her. Her gaze returned to him, she wanted to go, rush towards him, but the pain and voice in her head deemed her unable to move.
"You can't. I'm sorry."
She looked back at him, into his blue eyes. 'Ah…' She thought as she recognized this vision. Tears rolled down her eyes. 'It was you… I was dreaming of you.' It was too late…
He stared fearfully and screamed again. "Eve, NO!"
The light engulfed her, like burning white fire it consumed her and she was gone…
A despairing scream filled the courtyard.
Arthur woke sweaty and breathless, with his hand extended, grasping the air.
The King sighed as he brushed his hair backwards. His jaw clenched as he grunted, furiously…
In a swift movement, he threw away his covers and walked towards the window of his room, where he sat to look over his kingdom.
He had that dream again.
It had been five months since Eve disappeared in front of his eyes, and in those five months, he'd been crowned king and worked hard to restore peace and order to his kingdom.
There was still a long way to go, but things were getting there...
Arthur sighed and stared at Excalibur, that laid next to his bed. He gave it a disgusted look, sometimes he hated the damned weapon. If he hadn't pulled it from the stone, maybe Eve would still be with him…
'Five months…' His hand touched the cold glass and his eyes scanned the night, in search of something. "Where are you, Evie?"
AN: YAY! The movie is finishe- Ah!
*Ducks behind the couch as people AND characters throw things at me!*
Okay, okay! God! Chill, chill-
*Evades a hotdog and wonders who throws a hotdog?!*
It's not finished! I promise it's not finished yet! I'm still writing, REALLY! I AM! This wasn't the last chapter! It's not! So... don't kill me?