Andan Wiðinnan Mín Sáwol

by RobinGoodfellow3927

Our deepest fears are the ones that pierce our very souls. The fears that invade our nightmares. The fears that invade our waking hours. (This story was called "Nightmares" before)

22. Uther Part 3

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'What you speak is treason.'

'What my uncle does is far more treasonous. He has abandoned Camelot.' Uther glares at the Earl du Bois. 'Do not think that I would have asked you all here if I was unsure of your stance.'

'You judged us wrong, you fool,' old Lord Godwin growls. His sneering face grows long and skeletal. 'You will die for your treachery.'

Uther moves to kill him, but the old lord vanishes in thin air. He wakes in a cold sweat.

Of course it was a dream, but it teaches him a lesson: never trust anyone again.

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