Soon after the festivities, the Castle was attacked by a mysterious hooded person. Some guards died in the Castle. Mordred was sleeping soundly with his drunk "Brother", when that happened. So he no idea this happened until some guards alerted him and his "Brother" :

"Your Highness, the Castle's under attack!"

"What do you mean, the Castle's attacked?" He asked the anxious guard.

"There's a hooded woman near the bridge, she killed 5 of my peers, your Highness Mordred."

"Do you know who she is?"

"No, I don't, but she's demanding to see you, your Majesty, my King!"

"What does she want, guard?"

"She says she wants to duel you and only you, nobody else. And you're to come out and meet her alone, without knights or guards or anyone else."

"That's a strange woman indeed."

"Did you see what she looked like?"

"No, your Highness, she's hooded, I couldn't see her face."

"Lead me to her!"

"But your Majesty, she might be a witch!"

"I don't care, she isn't going to spread terror in my castle, guard."

"I'm going with you too, Arthur."

Then he and his "Brother" went outside, meeting the hooded woman. She was indeed dressed from head to toe, not he couldn't even see her eyes, and he wondered who could this person be and why she was asking to see King Arthur, his adopted Brother. Before he or his brother got the chance to speak, however, she spoke first to them :

"Arthur Pendragon, I am here today to challenge you to a duel!"

"Good lady, I am not in the mood for a duel today."

"Whether you want to or not, I am here today to challenge you to this duel."

"Then reveal yourself to me and my brother first, stranger!"

"Your brother? Hahahahaha!"

"Why are you smiling, unhood yourself, Lady! I don't wish to duel you today."

When the poor woman unhooded herself, his Brother gasped :

"Morgause!"

"Yes it is me, King Arthur Pendragon! Now let's duel, you and me for my father de Gorlois!"

"Sir de Gorlois was killed by my father King Uther Pendragon, and he is dead now. Why must you hold it against me? I am not his killer." The King of Camelot was saying to the witch-woman Morgause.

"Though you are not my father's killer, you're still his son, and not only for that. He shamed my mother Ygraine by conceiving you!"

"Speak, witch-woman! Why are you saying this now?"

"Because your father used my powers to seduce my Mother, the Lady Ygraine, while she was married to Sir de Gorlois, my own father, which your father killed ruthlessly before my eyes and my sister's when I was 6 and she 10!"

"That's what you hate me for?" "So that's what my Father Uther was talking about too when he said Morgause caused Ygraine's death…" He was thinking while watching them speak to each other.

"Yes, you should be living a life of shame, yet you're living a life of glory and luxury, from your childhood to your coronation!"

"But I am Uther Pendragon's son, the rightful Heir to Camelot, Witch-Woman Morgause!"

"Witch-Woman? You know nothing about me. And today, I am also here to take back what's mine, what should have been mine, a long long time ago."

"What should have been yours, what do you mean by this, speak plainly, Witch-Woman!"

"I'm talking about Mordred, of course! He is my son, and your son too, Arthur, not your adopted brother!" His brother almost dropped his sword on the ground upon hearing it.

"Witch-Woman, you lie!"

"I lie? Hahahahahaa! That's the sad truth, my boy and I don't appreciate you calling me : 'Witch-Woman!' I am a woman and I am called Morgause, nee de Gorlois!"

"Mordred, don't listen to that mad woman's raving!"

But he was half-believing this Witch-Woman called Morgause. "If I'm not her son, then how come I can do magical things? He was asking himself while she was taunting his not so brother anymore :

"Arthur, you are just coward and you and your father all fear my powers."

"Is that so? Then witch-woman, I accept your challenge! If you can win me, you can bring Mordred with you, but if you lose, then my brother stays with me!"

"Your brother? You meant your son!"

"You have no proof of that, Witch-Woman!"

"No proof? Oh yes, I do have some way to prove it. If you really want proof of that, then with your sword, cut your arm and squeeze some drops of your blood into this basin of mine and you too, Mordred and I shall do the same!"

"What witchery is this, Morgause?"

"A blood ritual to prove what I'm saying, Arthur and you may not remember it, but you did bed with me when I seduced you years ago with my magic, and Mordred is the product of our love-making!"

"You're insane, Witch-Woman, why should I trust you with this? And why now?"

"You wanted proof, Arthur, so here it is. And if your blood, mine and Mordred's are the same color in this magical basin, it would mean we're related. Care to try it? As for why now, my husband the King Lot only died recently, so I wasn't free to acknowledge my son then." She half-lied to his Father.

After some coaxing, his brother, no father cut his arm and put some of his blood into the basin. He and the Witch-Woman, no his mother, did the same. And indeed, their blood color was the same in the magical basin.

"Mother?" He said after a while of stunned silence.

"Yes, I am your Mother, son. I've lost you since you were a baby, but I'm going to make it up to you as your mother."

"Witch-Woman, I don't know what trickery that is, but I'm not letting you take him with you, unless you win me in a duel!"

"Good to hear you've changed your mind, Arthur, my son's father, let's duel."

With a deafening shriek and a mock bow to his brother, no father now, she drew her sword and charged towards his Father the King of Camelot, which was no doubt magical. And his father King Arthur of Camelot, did the same with his Excalibur. She, Morgause, the woman who claimed to be his birth Mother, and who said Arthur was his Father, proved to be a very fine swordswoman. Her skills in sword-duelling, as he watched her, were equal to his Father's, Arthur. While watching his parents fight, he was constantly repeating in his mind : "Arthur's not my adopted brother, he is my father, as our blood's colour proved it in front of everyone."

For what seemed like days and days, they fought and he watched. "No winner or loser yet. They are quite evenly matched." He thought while he watched their spectacular duel. Finally, he saw his Father Arthur on the ground, his Mother ready to deliver the fatal blow. But she held her sword in mid-air, saying to his Father :

"Today I am here only to bring my son to Avalon, where he belongs. You lost to me today, are you a man of your word, King Arthur of Camelot?"

"You're to bring him to Avalon only if he wants to go with you, Witch-Woman."

"So Mordred, do you want to live in your Father's House, where you are mocked and seen as a bastard and street urchin, or do you want to live as perhaps the greatest magician ever on Avalon?"

"Modred, my brother, don't listen to her, she's only tempting you to evil worshipping."

"Is that how you see me and my sister Morgana, Arthur? Devil worshippers? I always thought you to be so different from your late father, Uther Pendragon."

"Well, now you know I'm not, and I'm only letting you bring him to Avalon, only if he wants to."

He himself was torn between his Father and Mother. "How to decide and whom to choose? If I stayed in my Father's House now, of course, Mother's right, I'd be laughingstock of the whole of Camelot. On the other hand, this woman who's my mother seems despicable, but at least, I won't be mocked in my Mother's House." Sensing him waver, his Mother entreated him again, as if she read his thoughts :

"So choose, Mordred Pendragon, my son, but choose wisely. Which would you rather have? A life as a mocked prince, or respect from others? By your magical skills and abilities as the most powerful magician ever on Earth?"

"The most powerful magician is Merlin!" declared his incestuous father. Thinking about it now, he felt disgusted at himself, he felt he could never live with the judgemental Christians of Camelot, if his Father were anything to go by. And so he said :

"Mother, I want to go with you on Avalon, away from the people's mockery."

"No Mordred! Please no!" His Father was pleading him.

"Father, I know this woman is saying the truth, I've never told you before, but I can do magic too. Let me go with my Mother, to live a life without all this mockery from people like you. I know deep down you never respected me as a person, but seen me as the devil, like you see my aunt Morgana and my Mother."

"No, Mordred, she's using her powers on you, don't succumb to it, you are stronger than that, my Brother!"

"No, Father, I am not succumbing to her temptations. I know this to be true, I am your and her shameful incestuous and illegitimate son. So let me go with my Mother to Avalon, where I'll be free of all that humiliation and my apparent life as a prince, but mocked by all your subjects and knights."

His Father knew he was losing him now, and so he agreed to let him go, though warned him :

"Go Mordred, go to Avalon and become your Mother's tool and don't regret your choice later on in your life."

But as he didn't know how treacherous his Mother was as a person, it seemed to him that his she was genuine, and not using him in anyway, like his Father told him she was.

"I'm going to Avalon, Father!

"No Modred, my son, think about all these years living under my roof, I've never mocked you or anything else!"

"You may not have, but the Knights and your subjects did. So I'm leaving for Avalon!"

"Arthur, it seems you have lost your son and lost your duel to me today. Mordred, I'm going to summon your things here." This was his first time ever seeing anyone use magic, real magic, unlike anything he's read in the Christian Bible or he's heard from the Priests. As his Mother Morgause was mumbling some spell, his things flew towards him. "Wow, I want to learn how to do that too." His Mother's surreal magic hypnotized him.

"Mordred, let's go, no time to be impressed by some light spells. I have a boat waiting for us on the lake to Avalon."

And his Father Arthur was powerless to stop him from going to that mysterious and remote Island, since he already had an attraction to magic, which was what decided him to trust his Mother : Morgause de Gorlois.

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