A/N: Meh, screw it. 49 followers is enough xD

Plot: Arthur and Mordred are tormented by the shadows of their past.

Arthur the Big Brother

"Don't worry, Mordred- I'll get you out of here," Arthur took his little brother's hand as they walked through the large expanse of trees. The light was dim and faded, the shadows leaping out to play tricks with their imagination.

"Arthur..." Mordred mumbled nervously as a shadow in front of them began to grow. Arthur stepped protectively in front of him, wanting to keep him safe from the monsters- dropping his hand.

The shadow continued to grow, shaping into a large griffin. Its wings were outstretched, huge, and its front talons grazed the ground at its feet.

"Get back!" Arthur snapped at Mordred who took a few steps backwards obediently. Something in the corner of the blonde boy's eye caught his attention and he reached down to snatch up the sword that lay in the mud. Thrusting it forward, he caught the monster on the tip of its wing and caused it to wheel backwards, cawing in annoyance.

He swiped the sword again, this time catching the bird-creature in the jugular and causing it to sink back into the shadows.

Keeping a firm hold on the sword, Arthur grabbed Mordred by the wrist and began to run. Shadows continued to grow around them, shapes jumping out to try and stop them. Each one was met by Arthur's sword, each one vanquished within seconds.

Then Arthur was thrown backwards, Mordred sprawling in the mud.

In front of them rose a man-like shape with a long beard and a pointed hat. He raised his hands and another shadow swept towards them, throwing the older boy too off his feet.

Immediately, Arthur jumped back up, ready to fight this new foe. He spun his sword in his hand with an almost practised speed. "Back, creature!" he yelled loudly, his voice cutting through the silence much like his sword had cut through all of those monsters.

He was almost sure he heard a cackle in return as the man-shadow threw another shadow his way. The boy weaved and thrashed his sword into the shadow creature. The hand fell, dropping and sinking into the ground.

The shadow creature didn't seem bothered by it. Instead, he lifted his arm towards the sky and another hand began to grow.

With a cry of fury, Arthur charged- sword outstretched in front of him. He felt the pressure as the blade sunk through the shadow man's abdomen, sinking in deep before he withdrew.

The shadow dropped to its knees, hands moving to where the blade had been moments earlier. Then it fell, face-first, into the dirt- disappearing on impact.

"We're nearly there!" Arthur called to Mordred, who had picked himself off the ground by this point. "Let's go!"

Both boys raced forwards and within minutes they were greeted by the warm light of the sun on the other side of the forest.

"We made it!" Both said with triumphant grins. The sword fell from Arthur's hand, a tree-branch dropping to the grass. They had done it, they were safe... for now.