Modern alternate universe. This is a reincarnation story with a female Merlin.
Warnings: This has non-con. Do NOT read if you find that triggering or offensive.
"What do you think happened?"
"I have no idea. Historically, it's unprecedented."
"She's a Goddess, and she's immortal. How is this even possible?"
"Poor Bal and Hunith."
"I know. They are absolutely beside themselves."
"Yeah, I've never seen them so distraught."
"Well, wouldn't you be? They raised her."
"Of course, but... well, we're all upset. I mean we're talking the end here. The actual end."
"You don't think our savior will save her?"
"Aithusa believes."
"Yeah, and dragons see the future. Have faith."
"I do. It's just... it doesn't make sense. I always thought she was kind of invincible."
"What was the word used? 'Paralyzed'. That was it. What could that mean? And why do they need him? Where's the king?"
"I don't know. I think there's a lot more going on than we realize, and nobody's talking."
"All right everyone. Break it up. Go home. You're going to scare the kids."
"You know what's going on, don't you Will? Why he was in the library? Those times he left and came back injured? You know why the Triple Goddess chose him."
"I don't know what's happened." But he does know why. Hopefully they never will. Hopefully they'll never have to. "Now that's all I'm saying. We don't need gossip. We need prayer. Go on. Get out of here." As he forces everyone from the premises his new bride approaches.
"Do you really think he'll save her?" Freya wraps her arms around her husband's waist.
He returns the embrace and chastely kisses atop her head. "I think if anyone can, it's him." He must. Save her, Mordred.
Save them all.
This is my first, maybe only, fanfic. Be nice.