Immortal: Hello all! I hope you have been enjoying this latest FGO event, the return of the devilish Kouhai BB.
Gudako: And thank your wallet for helping me! The hot librarian, edgelord EMIYA, that freaking gorilla (weak to a loli three star with a bow and arrow by the way in Camelot), Kaiju Sakura, BIG-TITTY Sakura, welfare Sakura... and Mordred herself! YES! Mordred finally came home!
Immortal: Jeeze, of all the slavedrivers- I MEAN SUPERVISOR PLEASE DON'T TAZE ME, it had to be you...
Gudako: Would you rather it be the GudaGuda gang or hell, even BB as your supervisor?
Immortal: Oh gee, would I rather deal with the antics of Okita Souji and Oda Nobunaga vs the gremlin who frequently steals my phone and buys Saint Quartz like I have unlimited funds? Or somebody who would quite literally bend reality backwards and over its head as long as it amuses her? Why can't I have Mash, Da Vinci, Holmes, or hell, even Olga Marie? Hell, even Gudao and Astolfo would be better company!
Gudako: Da Vinci would get bored, Holmes would be engrossed in that stash of his, only I get to be Mash's Senpai, and Gudao would get jealous of you and that Monster Energy can boytoy of his. Plus Olga-Marie got yeeted by that bastard Lev.
Immortal: I 'member... Well someday, SOMEDAY, somehow, someway, maybe there will be a way for us to save her.
Gudako: On that, we can agree.
Immortal: So to get back on topic, the chapters will be relatively shorter, but will come out a little more quickly because now we will be getting into some filler, but a genuinely important one! These chapters will be detailing some of the adventures and details Mordred went through to become the knight that we all know and love. So more research went into this and I will still keep in with the lore and characters herein. I promise, as we go on, the Fate-verse will become more and more prevalent! Additionally, I realize that swear words back then were MUCH more taboo, but for the purpose of this story, people won't be as freaked out by it as they would otherwise, at least for now.
Disclaimer: This fanfiction is fan-based writing. All characters and locations are owned by their respective owners for the Nasuverse as well as Arthurian mythology. I do not own them in away way, shape, form, concept, to include Reality Marbles, Singularities, or Lostbelts. Please support the official release, but don't go too crazy spending your money on Fate/Grand Order's Gacha!
The Adventures of Mordred the Squire
Horsing Around
About three weeks had passed since Mordred became Squire to The Green Knight and it was the hardest work she had ever had to do in her life. She awoke every day before the crack of dawn to tend to Ser Bertilak's horse, Melsh Dick or "Dick" for short before she would clean his armor, prepare his equipment, and carry messages back and forth from King Mark to the Green Knight. Oftentimes she was seen running about the castle, but these tasks were often associated with some sort of catch to them. If she wasn't doing tasks for Sir Bertilak, she was expected to keep up on her reading. But Mordred would have gladly taken these chores and tasks over attending to Melsh Dick any day.
The horse was rather nasty in temper to anybody even including his Master and at least once a day he tried to bite Mordred. The Green Knight had told her early on that in battle war horses were trained to fight just as much as their riders. They would bite with enough force to tear flesh from bone and with steel shod hooves they could kill a human or maim them for life with a well-placed kick.
Mordred did not fear Dick at all despite the fact that he could kill her quite easily if she was careless. In fact, he had tried to bite her the first day they had met when the Green Knight introduced them. Sir Bertilak expected his horse to be brushed and cleaned before they would go for their morning patrols. He didn't even provide an explanation on how to do this aside from giving her a horse brush and telling her to get to work.
"Before you learn to properly ride a horse, boy", he began derisively, "You must learn to care for your steed as if it were your very own child. You are not ready to care for a living creature of your own, so Melsh Dick will be your child. But be careful around him.". The Green Knight smirked and pat Dick's nose affectionately before finishing, "He's a real bastard who will put you to the test.". Melsh Dick snorted and bit his master's hand, his flat teeth crushing the gauntlet.
Mordred gasped in shock, but the Green Knight looked at his mangled and crushed hand before laughing, "HAHAHAHA! Ahhh Dick, you son of a bitch!". The great green horse snorted at him twice, prompting another laugh from Sir Bertilak.
The Green Knight pried his hand from the horse's mouth and he walked off, but not before telling Mordred he would be back later to see her progress. Mordred looked at the brush and at Melsh Dick's coat for a while before she started to notice some patterns of dust to him. She took the brush and placed it against him for less than a second before Melsh Dick turned and snapped at her with his teeth, nicking her arm. It didn't truly hurt, but Mordred was startled but the suddenness of the attack and without thinking she dropped the brush.
"That hurt you- you SONNUVA BITCH!"
"MORDRED!"
The child froze and she saw her Mother glare at her from afar as she walked alongside Queen Iseult, who was pretending to not notice. Swearing was viewed as very inappropriate, for it was said that certain words were in and of themselves curses. Melsh Dick nickered and showed his teeth, almost as if he were mocking her for getting caught while Mordred rubbed the back of her hand sheepishly. King Mark and Sir Bertilak were notorious for having a habit of saying what her mother called, "bad words". They were not curse words in the sense that you would have something bad happen to you, but they were still words she was not allowed to use.
Thankfully the two women walked off and Mesh Dick nickered some more before Mordred grumbled, "You're still a son of a bitch. So just hold still will you?". Thankfully, Melsh Dick decided to let her be and allowed her to finish brushing his green coat. Despite his attitude, Mordred was personally fascinated that Melsh Dick was green at all. She had once asked Sir Bertilak if he had known any other horses that had unique colors. The Green Knight replied that he was certain that some amazing creatures existed, but Melsh Dick was something special all on his own.
Mordred quickly began to notice certain brushing movements were appreciated more as she groomed the great green war horse. She wasn't really sure how she was doing other than having some vague feeling like her body knew what to do, even if she hadn't done it personally. She just knew that hitting all the correct spots that seemed to help Melsh Dick be in a much more receptive mood to her as she brushed and brushed until her arms began to get sore. Ever since the beginning from when she had started grooming Melsh Dick, she had just somehow known exactly where to groom. Ever since the beginning from when she had started grooming Melsh Dick, she had just somehow known exactly where to groom. She had once even brought an apple for her breakfast, which horse promptly snatched from her before devouring it in one quick bite. But it put him in such a good mood that he didn't try to bite her at all that day.
She had to move the stool she used frequently because Dick was an extremely big horse. It made sense after all, since he was almost the size of the great draft horses, but he was much sleeker and had a noble bearing in spite of his attitude being on the same par as his excrement, except with his master. He was also oddly intelligent in the way that after Mordred dropped her brush, he dipped his neck down and picked it up. But when Mordred tried to take the brush, the horse deliberately tossed it aside and once more did that irritating nickering laugh.
"Son of a-!", began Mordred before she looked around and saw nobody was around before muttering quietly, "Bitch…". But she nonetheless retrieved the brush and continued to groom Melsh Dick, getting his haunches, flanks, and groomed his fetlocks. She grumbled about Sir Bertilak for having her deal with such a frustrating animal and for Melsh Dick being an extra pain in her butt. But she nonetheless continued her duties and brushed Melsh Dick. He began to calm down and not move as much as Mordred reached up to brush his back, but she had to reach up as high as she could just to get the spots. Three times she nearly fell from her stool to reach the spots on Melsh Dick before she told him, "Stay still now, I gotta get your back.". Then she used her arms and with a "Hup!", she pulled herself up onto Melsh Dick's back and began to groom him where she could reach.
She had barely gotten in a few strokes of the brush when Melsh Dick suddenly let out a loud whinny and Mordred barely had time to grab onto his mane before he suddenly took off from the stables.
"WHOA! HEY! DICK! STOP! WHOAAAAA!", screamed Mordred as the horse charged from the stables and bolted straight for the open gates. There were shouts and different voices raised, but it was too late. Melsh Dick and Mordred were out of the castle and charging down the bridge, out into the countryside with Mordred holding onto the stallion for dear life. She bounced up and down as Melsh dick galloped at full speed, but the horse by some miracle had not yet thrown her off.
Mordred yelled as loudly as she could for Melsh Dick to stop, but the horse was not slowing down at all and continued to gallop. The countryside blurred from Mordred's peripheral vision, but soon they ran at least two miles away from Cornwall before the lands became flatter and flatter. Mordred's left hand was holding onto Melsh Dick's body while her right hand gripped his mane. It was by pure instinct she had gripped these areas and she thanked her inhuman body for giving her the strength to hold on, but even so it took everything she had to not get thrown off from Melsh Dick's galloping.
After a minute of this terrifying galloping, Mordred saw that there was a flat land nearby away from the road where Melsh Dick was galloping from. She felt something telling her that if she wanted to live, she HAD to get Melsh Dick onto the wider and open fields. With no other rhyme or reason for ignoring this feeling in her stomach, she pulled onto Melsh Dick's mane and turned his head in the direction of the open field.
'Yes!', cheered Mordred internally, but then she realized that she didn't really have any idea what to do next. But with Melsh Dick now in the open field, her mind turned to the immediate problem; getting him to stop. But how to do this was something she racked her brain with, which was made even more difficult by Melsh Dick's galloping making her unsteady. There was a hill with a large tree on top that they were running to and Mordred reflexively tugged on Melsh Dick's mane and turned him away from the hill, causing them to start to run in a circle.
Mordred noticed that Melsh Dick seemed to be slowing down, if only very slightly and she realized that if she wanted him to stop, she simply had to tire him out and run him in circles until he calmed down. Her body moved for her before she could fully comprehend what she was doing and with almost agonizing slowness, Melsh Dick began to move from a gallop to a canter and finally a calmer trotting. Eventually, Melsh Dick soon came to a stop and Mordred let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing onto the back of the green horse, suddenly feeling more tired than she had ever felt before.
But still… the rush of suddenly bolting out of Cornwall's castle, of riding at top speed while holding on for dear life was one of the most exciting things she had ever done! Her heart was racing almost as fast as Melsh Dick's gallop and Mordred felt a mixture of relieved, angry, and thrilled all at once. This was the most dangerous, asinine, and fun thing she had ever done in her whole life, but the sheer rush of it all was just so… amazing! Melsh Dick however looked not even the least bit tired and calmly began to start eating some grass as Mordred began to shout and cheer at the sheer adrenaline rush of it all, even going so far as to stand straight up on Melsh Dick's back and shout her excitement to the sky.
Finally, the adrenaline high began to wear down as she sat onto the horse, who was still nonchalantly eating. Now she was faced with a new situation… getting the crazy horse back to the stables. Melsh Dick didn't seem to want to move and nothing Mordred said got him to move.
"Come on Melsh Dick!", said Mordred irritably, patting his neck to get him to move, only to be obstinately ignored.
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Some hours later...
The sun was near its peak and Mordred had not gotten any further than she had earlier. Melsh Dick was casually grazing without a care in the world while Mordred was getting very hungry and thirsty. She had not even had breakfast that morning when Melsh Dick had bolted from Cornwall. She began to wonder just why nobody had bothered to come after her. Surely the Green Knight would have been put out by the fact that his unique horse was gone, but the fact that he wasn't here raised some questions of just what was so important that he wasn't back by now.
More to the point, Mordred knew she could have walked back to Cornwall by now, but she was still determined to get Melsh Dick to move. At this point it was plain stubbornness and refusal to beg for help that prompted her. She had yelled, threatened, begged, pushed, and pulled on the horse, but Melsh Dick simply would not move from his spot. Once he had even tried to bite her when she got frustrated and slapped his flank as hard as she could with a loud SMACK! It was clear from the way he turned and snorted at her that his kick was a warning.
'Don't do that again. My next bite WON'T miss.'
"You're more… jackass than... a horse… Dick!", panted Mordred after her latest bout of trying to get Melsh Dick to move failed again.
She was getting frustrated again and was tempted to yet again slap the green horse, but she stayed her hand and lay flat on her back on top of the horse, groaning in irritation. The sky was a gorgeous blue with clouds that wafted overhead like big, fluffy sheep and a cool breeze that tickled Mordred's nose as she continued to rack her brain for what to do.
She briefly glanced at the tree on the hill and thought she saw something shine as soon as the clouds moved out of the way of the sun. Sitting up, she realized that the tree was not just a plain one. It was an apple tree! From the times she had been expected to feed Melsh Dick, she remembered that the horse was crazy for apples and carrots, causing him to be especially behaved if he got his favorite treat.
"Hey, Dick! There's apples over there! Look, apples!", Mordred said, tugging on his mane to get him to look at the tree. The horse lifted his neck and looked over, seeing the tree and he began to suddenly canter over to the hill. Fortunately, he wasn't taking over and instead had started from a trot, allowing Mordred to get herself adjusted. They rode up the hill and Mordred saw that the apples were ripe, but not quite yet ready to fall as they rode in a circle around the tree.
Melsh Dick began to paw at the root of the tree with his hoof as he looked up at the apples he wanted so very badly.
'Got you, you bastard!', thought Mordred as she hopped off Melsh Dick's back and onto the tree.
Thanks to her small size, she scampered up the branches as easily as a squirrel before she reached for a large red apple and plucked it from the tree. Melsh Dick looked up at her expectantly, but Mordred got comfortable in the branches and crossed her legs before taking a huge bite out of the apple.
The crisp sweetness exploded in her mouth and she sent a silent thanks to the tree for such delicious fruit, closing her eyes and letting the apple sate her hunger and thirst. Melsh Dick whinnied and stamped his hooves again, but Mordred smirked at him and said, "Gee, these apples must be magical or something, because I don't think I've ever had such good apples in my life! Mmm!".
She looked the horse in the eye and took a slow, deliberate bite out of the apple, making a show of how enjoyable it really was. The horse snorted and stamped again, obviously irritated by her mockery, but Mordred was not in a sympathetic mood.
"Sorry Dick, but only good horses get to eat nice, juicy, delicious apples. Especially ones that do what they are told and aren't jerks!"
Melsh Dick turned and with his rear hooves he bucked the tree as hard as he could to try to shake Mordred, who luckily caught herself in time and even managed to keep a grip on the apple in her hand. The horse left cracks in the tree, but it was thick around its roots and almost as wide as Melsh Dick was long. The horse did a few more times to shake the tree and force either Mordred or the apples to drop, but none came save for stray leaves. Finally, the horse looked back up at her, his eyes shining and pleading silently for some apples, but once again Mordred shook her head "no".
So Melsh Dick sat down on his haunches like a dog and began to stare at Mordred as she finished her apple and threw a core down at him before reaching for another one. The horse just stared at her as she finished the second one off and she dropped it down. Then she went after a third apple and hung upside down for Melsh Dick to see her. She slowly, oh so slowly, showed him the apple and watched as he followed the movement of the apple before she opened her mouth and slowly, deliberately took a huge bite out of it. Melsh Dick snorted and got on all fours before rearing up to snatch the apple out of Mordred's hand. But she was too quick for the massive horse and she retreated into the tree's laughing at the horse triumphantly.
But eventually Mordred knew that she HAD to get Melsh Dick back home before long. She had been out too long and was probably in for it as it was. She peeked between the branches down at him and she said, "If I get you apples, will you take us home and behave?".
Melsh Dick snorted and nodded once before Mordred retreated back into the branches. There was shaking and Mordred had three apples, the biggest ones she could find before she told Melsh Dick she was coming down. Carefully, she balanced herself on a branch, holding three of the apples in hand before she felt it give way under her and she let out a yelp of surprise, but Melsh Dick luckily stepped up and maneuvered in place right under her feet and she landed right on top of him, with only a few sticks in her hair and some leaves on her clothes.
Mordred looked up and realized that had Melsh Dick not been under her, she would probably have twisted her ankle from the height of her fall. She turned and looked at the green horse, when he turned to look at her and shook his mane free of some leaves.
"Hey Dick.", said Mordred as she held out an apple, "Truce?"
The horse took the apple and ate it in one go, but the slight dip of his head answered her.
'Truce.'
Then she sat down and reflexively tapped his sides with her heels and Melsh Dick began to trot down the hill. Once they passed through the fields, Mordred gave him his second apple and he began to canter, picking up some speed as they moved onto the road. The wind began to whistle as Mordred recalled the sheer adrenaline rush that Melsh Dick had given her from the running that had happened earlier that day. They still had some miles to go, so she called out to the horse as they went past the rolling hills.
"Hey Dick! If you gallop home, I'll sneak you apples for three days!"
That got the horse's attention! With a quick toss of his mane, a loud whinny, and a snort of air from his nostrils, Melsh Dick began to gallop down the road at full speed. Mordred let out a loud cheer as the wind rushed around her, the thrill of a full on racing causing her to grin from ear to ear. Like before she managed to hold onto Melsh Dick and even found herself adjusting to sit upright while still maintaining control of the horse and herself. She let out a loud cheer as Tintagel Castle came into view and urged Melsh Dick on. Guards moved to bar her path, but when it was clear Melsh Dick wasn't stopping from crossing the bridge, they yelled desperately for Mordred to stop the horse.
But Melsh Dick and Mordred both ignored them and the girl tugged on his mane and dug her heels on his side and yelled with no particular thought, "HYAH!"
Then Melsh Dick jumped clear over the guards and their spears, practically flying over them and landing on the bridge, his steel-shod hooves clopping as he ran into the castle grounds before Mordred got him to slow down from a canter to a trot.
Mordred laughed excitedly, drawing a few stares as she guided Melsh Dick to the stables until she was almost out of breath. Then once Melsh Dick was safely inside his stall, Mordred hopped off him and onto the work stool. Everything was in place as it was before, with the brush even still on the same spot from when she dropped it earlier. Mordred wiped her forehead of some sweat and Melsh Dick tapped her back with his nose.
"Huh? What are you-", began Mordred before she remembered and retrieved the promised apple. She held her palm flat and Melsh Dick took it into his mouth before eating it happily. Mordred grinned and began to pat his muzzle before she said, "You know, you aren't that bad Dick."
"AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE!?", thundered Sir Bertilak's voice as he suddenly appeared at the entrance to the stables.
Mordred felt her insides clench as the Green Knight stomped over to her and Melsh Dick's stall. His eyes blazed like green flames as he stared down at Mordred, his brawny arms crossed over his breastplate. Despite her shock and sudden worry, Mordred noticed as he strode into the stables that his gauntlet where Melsh Dick bit him on the hand looked perfectly fine as if nothing had happened.
"Did you think you could just steal my horse, go for a joyride for hours on end, and just expect nothing to happen?", he said in a quieter, but still threatening voice. He was almost as terrifying as Mother, but not quite the same.
"Uh, I-I…", began Mordred as she tried to find the words to defend herself before she swallowed and explained what had happened. It took a while as she babbled on, trying to convey that Melsh Dick had simply run off of his own accord and that she tried to get him to return. Occasionally she was interrupted by brusque questions, such as on how Mordred was able to get Melsh Dick to slow down, what she did when he refused to listen, how she held his mane, and more.
"…then I dug in my heels and pulled his mane and he jumped!", finished Mordred as she raised her hands up to convey just how high he managed to do it, "Then that's when we came back in here.".
"Melsh Dick, is this true?", asked Sir Bertilak as he looked at his horse and to Mordred's astonishment, the horse began to nicker and whinny quietly as if he really were speaking. The Green Knight looked between him and Mordred, asking questions quietly so Mordred couldn't hear the conversation, and at one point looked quite surprised before masking the surprise and continuing his conversation with his friend and steed.
Finally, Sir Bertilak looked at Mordred long and hard before nodding and then he began a loud booming laugh and he slapped Mordred on the back so hard it knocked her off the stool and almost took the wind out of her.
"What did I tell you? Melsh Dick is a real bastard sometimes! He told me that he actually managed to get him to cooperate by your wits alone!", laughed Sir Bertilak as he pat his friend's muzzle, only for once again said horse to bite him. Mordred had to catch her breath as she got back to her feet and brushed some mud and hay off her clothes before she demanded to know what was so funny.
"This was to see how you would handle situations that you were not prepared for! Why else would I have Melsh Dick suddenly run off like that while you were grooming him? Honestly I was sure you wouldn't be back until nightfall. Any number of things could have happened which you were not prepared for. One of the hallmarks of a knight is being able to not only react correctly to unexpected situations, but to also adapt and overcome said difficulties.", explained Sir Bertilak as he leaned against the stall, "There were a few other options you could have taken, such as coming back here and asking for help, but you chose to stay and work it out on your own. This self-reliance is a good trait to develop, because while you are out and about, many knights find themselves without any aid of any kind except for their steeds."
Sir Bertilak had Mordred sit on her stool and he began in earnest Mordred's lesson for the day. These were when his boisterous and mocking attitude was put aside, revealing the great depths of knowledge he had to share with Mordred. He used the books he had Mordred read and recited some passages to convey the points where some of the more famous knights had to be self-reliant and that all of them had started where she was at some point. Even King Arthur was no exception to the rule, which caught Mordred's attention especially.
"He was just like me?", she asked in amazement, but the Green Knight looked pensive and said, "Well, he had to start somewhere and learn. Everybody has to start somewhere."
"Even you?"
The Green Knight's pensiveness took on a more somber look and for a moment, Mordred thought he looked much, much older than he actually was. As if he were engrossed in a memory that he had relived many times over. But then he smirked and said, "HA! I was a knight right from the start! I rode out of my mother riding on Melsh Dick here and the world was just there for me to see!"
"Come on, who was your knight? Who instructed you?", demanded Mordred, wanting to know more.
"Your mom.", sneered Sir Bertilak, before Mordred slapped his pauldron in irritation, prompting another laugh from them both at the absurdity of the answer, prompting Sir Bertilak to give Mordred a rough rubbing on the top of her head with his knuckles. By the time the lesson was over, the sun had begun to set again and Mordred was due for supper with King Mark, Queen Iseult, and Mother. Sir Bertilak never ate with them, stating he preferred his own meals in his own tower.
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That night…
The moon was crescent-shaped, reminiscent of a smile as a lone figure wearing a brown, hooded cloak stole through the courtyard, dodging past sleepy guardsman until they reached the stables. The horses were either asleep or were so used to the intruder that they did not feel threatened in the slightest.
Mordred threw back her hood as she lit a lantern and walked over to Melsh Dick's stall. The horse looked over at her and Mordred produced an apple she had "borrowed" from the kitchen and offered it to Melsh Dick. The horse eagerly took the apple and Mordred pat his nose, earning a soft nickering from the Green Knight's horse.
"See you tomorrow, but this is for covering for me.", said Morded as she pat Melsh Dick's nose, actually earning a surprisingly gentle nuzzling from him. There were sounds of footsteps at the other end of the stable and Mordred quickly blew out the lantern before she rushed back to put it on its nook and hurried out just before two more figures arrived in the stables. Mordred hurried back to her room and quietly slipped off to bed, knowing she only had a few hours until sunrise before the next lessons would begin.
Sir Bertilak would give Mordred her first pony and ride alongside him on his patrols.
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At the stables...
"You are certain she never received instructions beforehand on the means and skills involved with riding?", asked Sir Bertilak to Morgan le Fay when they were alone. She had bid the Green Knight to report to her everyday on Mordred and how she was coming along. Today was an especially important day because Mordred's first real test of her abilities had been enacted.
"Correct. Mordred never was instructed in any way. But today proves that the hypothesis has some grounding. Further tests will be needed, with a witness next time."
"Melsh Dick is not good witness enough?", said the Green Knight in a dangerous tone, "He is not some mindless beast like the rest. He is-"
"Peace, Sir Bertilak. I know what he is. I meant for you to see for yourself. Mordred had never received any instructions whatsoever before coming here and yet she was able to control a full-sized horse and return alive. Most children her age and size would have surely fallen and broken their necks. But Mordred not only survived, she was able to to ride successfully. You say that your steed told you that she just hit the right spots on how to ride, but she had done so almost subconsciously, as if her body knew when her mind did not. King Arthur's memories and knowledge are embedded in her. The best comparison would be like that of a bird that knows how to migrate despite never having flown to its destination before. Her being a homunculus was necessary for this trait to take hold."
"She is still a child. Do not forget that were it not for the debt that I swore-", began Sir Bertilak angrily, but once more he was cut off.
"I haven't forgotten. If it wasn't for me, you would have been left at the mercies of Vortigern, or should I say, lack thereof. Please do not take this as disrespect, for you are one of the few I can ever hope to count on in an undertaking as important as this. You know more than anybody of Camelot's fate."
Sir Bertilak grumbled before he admitted, "That wizard... he told me- Well, it hardly matters when what's at stake is brought up. Mordred will be under my tutelage, but the second she tries to quit-!"
"I know. You will be freed from your pledge and I will leave. But you WILL give Mordred a fair chance. That droll beheading game you intend to play will be for Arthur and his court ONLY, not for Mordred."
"You're no fun.", grumbled the Green Knight before he walked out of the stables without another word, leaving his co-conspirator alone, the stable doors closing and his footsteps fading into the night.
Morgan le Fay quietly left via the other end of the stables, only the horses witness to her tattoos glowing as she softly murmured the name of the evil king whom Artoria had brought down so long ago.
"Vortigern..."
Immortal: So a quick fun fact, Melsh Dick is the name of a wood spirit that was said to protect nut trees and scare away any children that came along to prevent them from taking said nuts.
Please leave a review and let me know if these shorter filler chapters are okay as they will give much more insight to how our Mordred grows and develops. Who knows? Slight changes may even come along the way that will change everything!
