Uther Pendragon stared vacantly at where she had been. He didn't notice the arrival of the manservant until he was in front of him. Seeing the familiar face pushed the madness away for the moment. He wasn't the same, he saw, The Boy was wearing the same outfit he always did but it was the colour of dried blood and his face was cold. The King unconsciously flinched from the Servant who stared at him with undisguised disgust. He then remembered that the servant was dead, that Arthur had fought him in the forest. He realized that the look of disgust might have meant and tried to use the voice he had used for Morgana. "Why are you here? What is your name?" he requested forcefully. The Man just laughed and mockingly replied "Emrys sire. Formerly known as Merlin or, perhaps to you, The Servant. Bit slow today aren't we, your majesty?" Uthers rage burned at that blatant disrespect. "How dare you! I am your king and I asked you WHY ARE YOU HERE?" he shouted with anger that betrayed his madness. "To kill you sire. Didn't you know your citadels falling or were you just screaming at nothing?" Emrys replied a vindictive smile drifting through his features. Then he suddenly lifted his palm upward and the wood of the roof turned to dust as his eyes almost lazily flashed amber. Uther threw his sword at the sorcerer in front of him and stared with horror akin to the one of Viviennes making at his sword as it floated in the air caught by Emrys' amber eyes. The still iced pools of the sorcerer's eyes spoke of fire, death and unimaginable anger. Uther stood to try and stare down the sorcerer who'd dared attack his home. Slowly a wind rose around them. It whipped at Uthers robes and pushed him back to the throne. He squinted to see the figure stood in the chaos.
Emrys stood in the centre of the whirlwind that had come as instinct and played with the fine sword that had been thrown at him. He was fighting to keep the rising anger and annoyance down; he didn't want to just kill the annoying, stupid, arrogant man. Once he had quelled the urge to swat the King like the insect he was, he let the words he already knew come to his lips. "You underestimate me, Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot!" he stated over the rushing wind, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth at the cowering man squinting at him with no regality in his face. "It was I who killed your old friend, Nimueh! It was I who singlehandedly defeated Sigan, the most powerful sorcerer Camelot has ever known! I have seen the future in the Crystal of Neahtid, I have forged a sword that can slay the dead, and I am the last of the Dragonlords. Think before you challenge me, Old King!"
Uther sucked in a breath as he heard the sorcerer's words. Nimueh and Sigan, the threats who disappeared, were gone at the hand of the wind shrouded man in front of him. The Crystal of Neahtid was an artifact only few people in the history of Albion had ever used, Vivienne being one of them. He didn't want to be in awe of the powerful man in front of him but he couldn't help it. Then, before he'd even let out that hastily sucked in breath, he felt the instantly recognisable serrated edge of the Blood Guard dagger at his throat.
"Neither should you underestimate me, Father. I have become one of the only people you would run and hide from by your own hand. You will die and Arthur will cry and neither I nor Emrys will care. Because the tears of Albion are barely beginning to fall." proclaimed his once ward in the voice that broke his heart, the voice that was far too like her mothers. But still, even through the declarations of hatred from her, he could not hate the beautiful woman he'd brought up.
Morgana was happier than she'd been since Emrys burst into her life. She smiled at the man in the center of the wind and was surprised to get one in answer. She reluctantly removed the serrated dagger from her father's throat, hand itching to slash his throat, to see the blood she shared spill on the dirty boot trodden floor. He did not look upon her with fear or hatred or even anger. He looked pitying and that irked her to no end. It made her wish (certainly not for the first time) she'd let him die all that time ago at the hands of the assassins she'd commanded. She sauntered to Emrys through the racing wind and smiled as she saw what he had been doing to Uthers finest sword. In his boredom he had begun to shape the shining metal into the recognizable shape of the rowan tree. He abandoned the lump of metal and it fell to the floor without sound as he reached for her hand. She took his hand and felt the tsunami of magic rushing just under the surface. She held herself in the magic that ran through their fingers. She couldn't rip down the walls on her own she knew so she let the magic rush through her and she knew her eyes were shining, displaying the exhilarating rush of sparkling gold just beneath the surface. Their linked magic made a sphere visible too them both. It shined with black light she associated with Emrys and pulsated with their will. She felt like laughing at the overwhelming power that span around them, puling Kilgharrah closer and slowly demolishing the grand stone walls around the quaking king. The Joy of vengeance making them both smile they sent Uther Pendragon the last words he'd hear.
'However it is not at our very capable hands you will die, Uther Pendragon, but at a certain victim of your tyranny's claws.' Uther stared in horror at the smirking sorcerers and, his jaw slack and eyes wide with completely logical terror, he was yanked from the disintegrating splendour by a shining claw.
Kilgharrah had the tyrant in his talons, at his mercy but he didn't want this vengeance. Not anymore. He wanted to gently put the King down, to fly far away from this uncertain path. He heard the impatient voice of the once naïve warlock tell him to move along come from the courtyard where the soldiers were gathering. He pushed himself upwards gaining speed as the old king gaped at the shrinking citadel. He heard his orders and dropped the pitiful man. He watched as the enemy of his people fell; he saw the closed eyes and the single escaped tear slide down his cheek. Then Uther Pendragon, executioner and tyrant, loving father and caring friend was no more.
Arthur was fighting a man possessed when the first person screamed. He turned to see what everyone was screaming at and forgot the fight, forgot everything as he saw his last remaining family speed in to the sky in the grip of a scaled creature. He didn't see the dark boy making his way to him, didn't even notice the sounds of people trying to defend him. He saw his father fall from the sky and heard the words of the Great Dragon in his mind. 'I am sorry for your path King Arthur' he heard and he looked at the clearly unsettled beast staring at the broken body in the courtyard. Then Arthur was jolted back to the real world by a blistering heat. The fight had begun with rage fueling the Camelot guards and mirth at their heroics from the sorcerers. Mordred advanced on the once and future king with remorseless eyes. Arthur fuelled by anger and adrenaline hit faster and harder than ever before. He struck blow after blow but the child seemed unfazed by it. Arthur saw the blue eyes flash golden but he jumped out of the way. He didn't move fast enough. He looked down to see blood soaking through his armour and a dagger embedded in his side. A he fell to the floor feeling no pain he saw the young boy advance a malicious smirk adorning the once innocent face. He waited til he was close enough to see every detail of the boys movements then he thrust upward with his sword hilt. Mordred fell, winded and vulnerable, like the child he was but, before he could retaliate, he was cast upward in a gold bubble. "Arthur." Said the voice that haunted him, the one that had said so many stupid things but not. He turned toward the twisted voice of his once best friend.

Sorry about the update lateness. I'm back at the hellhole so I have three pieces of homework a day. Joy. I will update within a month. Hopefully.
Love, Forever the Pretender.