Chapter 4:

"Arthur" Merlin says to me. "It's too late now, it's time-you need to begin the war. I need to tear down the walls which are keeping the war oblivious. Time is running out."

"Wait" I said. "I don't even know how to use a sword."

"Arthur it will all come naturally. You've done this in a past life. I need to do this."

Suddenly the area around me changed. I looked around me. Merlin and Ms Clarke had disappeared, blood was at the bottom of my feet. Everyone was dressed in silver armor, they had large shields with lions and different designs on it. They carried a large sword slaying men.

I ran around unaware of what was happening. Gwen ran up to me crying.

"Oh Arthur what's happening I was reading in the library when the walls came down and people-they were killing each other with swords! It's just like something out of the middle ages!" I gave her a hug and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry Gwen." I told her. "Everything will work out go and hide I will look for you later but first there's something I have to do."

I left her there and ran to where I felt safe. I was hiding behind a column which thankfully had square sides allowing me to hide easily.

I felt fingers curl around my neck.

"Arthur." A woman whispered bringing a shiver down my spine.

"Arthur, the time has come Mordred your nephew, or me will have you slain. Thy life is at risk, I'd suggest thy sword is in thy hands."

My bones turned to jelly. I was unsure of what to say.

"Nephew? I have no nephew I don't have a sister." I said trying to sound courageous.

"Oh, you do have a sister. Well, half sister anyway, and whom is that? You may ponder. That is me Morgan Le Fay."

Your nephew-he's seven his name is Mordred."

I turned around and faced a woman. A woman with the most exquisite features. She had long thick, curly, dark brown hair which hung at her hips. Her lips the perfect shade of red amongst her cheeks which were a lovely pink.

She wore a long dress which draped over her legs and arms. Her eyes the darkest brown possible.

"Arthur run!" I heard a woman call. I ran and ran.

"Arthur, come here and meet your destiny." Morgan Le Fay called out-but I knew better.

I tripped on a tree trunk. In the tree trunk was a stone, in it stood a sword. I ran up to it and pulled out the sword for defence. Force was brought into my body and I felt as if I had been blown away with the power this sword contained.

I ran toward an area looking for a sanctuary when I saw Gwen and Lance, my best friend and girlfriend. They were holding onto each other for dear life. Lance's hands were knotted in Gwen hair and Gwen's face was stuck on Lance's as well. This was what Merlin was trying to say. That Gwen and Lance were going out behind my back.

Anger built up in my body.

"Oi!" I yelled.

Gwen quickly tore her face from Lance's and burst into tears.

"Oh Arthur we were going to tell you-I swear!"

"You betrayed me." I spat.

"All I ever did was love you and you went out with my best friend. Gwen, what would you do if you found out I was philandering around with other women! You'd freak! Oh but it's OK for you do that. As for you Lance well I've had enough."

Running away from the scene I'd just witnessed, with the sword in my hand I found Morgan standing in the sun. I took a step back to admire how beautiful she was. She shone as if thousands of diamonds were stuck on her body.

"Come back have you?" The spine chilling voice called.

"I have. You know Morgan as the legend goes you die." I told her.

"Yes, and the legend says that you become mortally wounded by thy nephew, Mordred." She retorted.

I brought out my sword and she gasped.

I ran up to her but I was pushed back without her even touching me.

"You" I breathed "are a sorceress."

"Yes, I am, comes in handy."

My body was lifted up and I was soaring in the sky. I received a birds eye view of Morgan with her hands controlling my every move. I was moved to the left and right.

Merlin then came into view his sorcery helping to defeat Morgan.

Morgan's attention then turned to Merlin causing me to be forgotten about. I fell from the sky and thankfully Merlin caught me. I then hid behind a tree watching the battle.

They battled and battled until Morgan fell. Blood covered her face. Her eyes opening and closing-fluttering like butterfly wings. Again I admired how breathtakingly beautiful she was.

Merlin again disappeared leaving Morgan for me to admire.

"Arthur" she snarled. "I hate you I want to be the living one. Everyone out there are fighting for the kingdom of Avalon. You, Mordred and I are battling for the title of King or Queen. I hate thy guts. My hatred is so powerful that I would kill my own son to be able to slay your head and slice every limb. Thy heart will be up in Heaven soon. Goodbye Arthur."

My face crumpled I wanted everything to be normal I wanted the battle to end. I didn't want to battle a seven year old child-it's not correct. Look at Avalon-we are all fighting. I am going to die I know it. That is in the legend.

A little boy wearing a green cape and hood approached me. His eyes were a piercing green that looked like lasers were burning through me. He had his mothers beauties.

"Arthur." He said, his voice soft and gently spoken. " I am Mordred. Mum told me about you, taught me how to use sorcery-how to mortally wound you. I will do that just as legend says.

He pushed me back and I fell on my behind. I tried to get up again but I fell. His hands waved around as if he was a puppet. Suddenly something cut into my face. Blood poured from my face. He hadn't even used a sword! He began taking off skin from my arms and legs. Pain overpowering my every emotion. I screamed-the pain being too much to endure.

"Mum was right! The legend is right-your going to be mortally wounded!" He smiled, pleased with himself. I was shocked by the fact that he was taught all this. He is seven years old he shouldn't be battling.

Suddenly Ms Clarke appeared. She was holding a sword.

"Arthur!" She yelled. "The excalibur!"

She tossed the sword to me an I caught it. I stood up trying to regain my strength.

I swayed my sword around getting used to it. Everything coming naturally just as Merlin had said. Mordred's defence fell and I saw this as my chance. I lifted my sword and slay him. His head falling off and rolling along the floor.

Suddenly an earthquake had hit Avalon. Everyone knelt down toward me hailing me. Ms Clarke was at the back of the people, a grin from ear to ear. I fell down again my wounds pain becoming too much to endure.

Ms Clarke and Merlin ran up to me.