I get the feeling that I'm starting to beat a dead horse with this fic, so I'll scrap a few of Uther's nightmares that I planned to write. This will be the third to last of his.
Yes, it skips ahead, but I really need to end this soon.
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Three nightmares came true in one terrifying moment.
One: he lost his kingdom to magic; to Morgause. The enemy was immortal; no sword could fell them.
Two: Morgana revealed that she was in league with her half-sister, Morgause. That she now practised magic. He was terrified of the idea of one of his household stooping to such a heinous craft, but he never imagined that his ward –his secret daughter– would be that one.
Which leads to number three: Morgana revealed herself to the entire kingdom that she was of his blood when she claimed the throne.
He is shattered.
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