Here is Chapter 9, A little late sorry.
The light lead Arthur under the castle, to a chamber filled with candles.
Runes were drawn out onto the floor. He knew them at once, they were the ones burnt around the word in the victim's homes. It seemed like the light had brought him to the killer's lair.
A laugh made him spin round brandishing his sword.
"So the brave prince Arthur has arrived to stop me, oh what ever shall I do now?" A voice mocked from the shadows, a cloaked figure walked forward.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Arthur asked boldly.
"What predictable questions, but if you really want to know I am but a simple sorceress and I want to watch Camelot burn, one person at a time, just as your father did to my people!" She had gone from mocking to being enraged in less than a minute, muttering a curse Arthur flew backwards into a wall, sword slipping from his grasp clattering away.
"Oh I have wanted this for so long and all that was stopping me was Emrys!" She continued to rant, noting the shock on Arthur's face at the mention of that name.
"Yes Emrys, he always saved you, protected this pathetic kingdom, turning against his own kind. He could have destroyed this land with his powers and yet he chose to strengthen this land. But now I have his powers at my will!"
Fire suddenly blazed at her feet, as she laughed.
"To think once you had the most powerful sorcerer in this land to protect you and you didn't even know," She smirked stepping towards him through the fire.
" Oh well that doesn't matter now, because you Arthur Pendragon are going to die!"
Arthur's in trouble!
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sorry its so short.