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)

30. Uther Part 11

For anyone who still feels a tiny bit sorry for Uther.

Please pay attention to the author's note at the bottom.

Another random note: Happy 27th birthday, Colin Morgan!

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A large scroll of parchment floats toward him. It unrolls itself quickly, but he can see every name on it.

The names of sorcerers who will burn for their crimes.

Almost every night for the past three years, he has dreamt about this list. Some nights, he can cross off several names at once. The night the Dragonlords and their families were eradicated, more than 100 names were checked off.

He does this for Arthur. He does this so that his son and descendants will rule over a prosperous, honourable kingdom.

What he does is right. This he truly believes.

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And I thought the chapter about Morgana was dark and disturbing.

PLEASE NOTE

Tomorrow, this story will be entitled Andan wiðinnan Mín Sáwol, (Fears within My Soul). I will note in the summary that it used to be called Nightmares.