Black
The color of the hidden, the secretive and the unknown, creating an air of mystery. It keeps things bottled up inside, hidden from the world.
The memories hurt.
Mordred found that remembering the loss and the pain, the way his people had burned and the torture hurt more than the acts themselves. Soon forgetting became easier than remembering and as he slept, he let the memories float away like smoke.
The other children feared him, and he really couldn't blame them. He was a strange boy who had been found in the woods, bleeding to death, and he had injured five men with just his screams.
He would sit at the end of the grove, watching the druidic children run away from him and he realized that he'd always be feared