"I regret to announce this is The End. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell. Goodbye."
Yes, I quoted The Fellowship of the Ring. But that scene sums up how I feel right now. It's been fun, which makes me think of another quote.
"…though it was easy to twist one's mind into the diabolical attitude, it was not fun, or not for long." ~ C.S. Lewis
I'm just so full of quotes today. I really did like writing "Nightmares", but Uther's mind is so twisted, and he's such a sad, pitiful character. If I tried to write from his perspective forever, one of three things would happen: 1) I'd eventually run out of nightmares, 2) I'd drag this fic out much longer than it should go, or 3) I'd go mad.
I will be changing the title to Andan wiðinnan Mín Sáwol in a few days. I'll say that it used to be called Nightmares in the summary.
One last thing: I'm marking this fic as 'complete,' but I will almost certainly open it again in the future.
Now, once more unto the abyss of poor Uther's mind.
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Arthur is not the traitor. He has been deceived into demolishing the honour of Uther's kingdom by the sorcerer Merlin. The boy Uther himself made Arthur's manservant.
'It will give me great pleasure killing you,' he says with relish. He must free Camelot of this evil that has poisoned it for eight years.
'Father.' Uther turns, sees Arthur holding the horn.
'Whatever I've done, I've done for Camelot,' Uther beseeches.
'You've had your turn. Now it's mine.' Arthur brings the horn to his lips.
'Merlin has—' Uther begins before he is dispelled.
He is trapped in the Otherworld, watching.
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Until next time, fare thee well. May your imagination never cease to exist, and may your writing continue to give purpose to your life.