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)

23. Uther Part 4

Happy Yule, Hanukah, Christmas, and Kwanza!

Now, who else cried like a baby while watching 5x13?

Oh. My.

Best series finale I could hope for! And that last scene? Powerful, no other word for it. Powerful.

But, to quote Kilgharrah, "It will be an empty world without you, young warlock."

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'Surrender, traitor.'

His uncle looks at the crowd of rebels, then at his nephew. His eyes are despondent. 'You want the kingdom, take it!' He pulls a dagger from behind and stabs himself.

His lifeblood becomes a snake, wrapping itself around Uther's neck. As it draws tight, the coppery scent of blood everywhere, he awakens.

It's been a long night. He must tell the people that the king committed suicide. That he is the king now.

And it is not a lie. There are different ways of telling it, but he cannot allow these others. His is the only truth.

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Thanks to all of my readers! And special thanks to the people who are following and have added this story to their favourites.