Arthur was confused.
"I'm Arthur Pendragon, prince of Gamelot, Uther Pendragon's son."
The pain hit and he was rolling on the ground again.
"Who are you?" The white repeated.
"You really are your father's son."
"You will be a great king some day Arthur."
"Who are you?"
"Stop it!" Arthur screamed when the memories on his past flood over him. Memories after memories through the years.
Arthur.
Arthur.
Arthur Pendragon.
The prince…
Your highness!
Idiot.
Prat.
Clotpole.
My friend…
And then…
Gaius shook his head. "She is dying, sire. I can't do anything."
And…
"There is a man. If you go west, near the Calein Lake, you can find him. Maybe he can help you."
Arthur gasped his breath. He lay on the ground and he could see the stars far away in the sky.
One mistake.
"I made a mistake." Arthur whispered. "I was selfish. I didn't think. How… how did I end there. I made the sacrifice, I sacrificed other man, the man who was a sorcerer without any though. I found it perfect solution. I wanted to save Guinevere. And now I have lost her too. Because I made the wrong choice. I put my own desire over other's life. I'm so sorry. I'm the man who did wrong."
And the world stopped moving.
"I accept your answer, Arthur Pendragon."
And the white moved away.