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Arthurs last stand
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Storys King Arthur stared at the shredded bodies lying on the bloody field. He saw a black horse riding towards him through the dawn’s mist. His bastard son Mordred rode atop it in his shining golden armor
“Father, we finally face off,” Mordred called
“You will die,” Arthur yelled back
“That’s where you’re wrong, my mother will always protect me, I will be king.”
“That’s where you err, bastard,” came Merlin’s voice,” Morgana lives no more.”
“Show yourself, old man.” Mordred screamed, ”Murderer!”
“You dare call him a murderer, knave”, Arthur roared, drawing Excalibur, ”after the destruction you and your mother have done. You shall die”
Arthur charged at Mordred, who raised his spear just in time. The force of Arthur’s charge was enough to run Mordred’s spear all the way through him and slide him three quarters up the shaft.
“Ha father, even though my mother is dead, her charms still protect me.”
“By whatever force created this sword, let me purge this evil.” With this, he plunged Excalibur into Mordred’s heart.
“How,” Mordred screamed,” this armor cannot be pierced by any blade forged of man.”
“Excalibur is not forged of man, Excalibur is forged of god”, Arthur cried with his last breath.
Both men fell over dead; one a great king, the other his bastard son. A section of mist swirled together and formed the body of Merlin, lord of Magick. He pulled Arthur off the spear and laid him on a funeral pyre.
“Great king, you have saved England once, England will need you once again. May the spirits of you and your knights rest on the holy isle of Avalon till that day does come.” Merlin intoned, lighting the pyre.
Out of the fire, Arthur’s spirit rose and was surrounded by those of his knights, who then rode on pale horses across the Summer Sea to Avalon. Merlin then walked over to Mordred’s body
“For every good there must be an evil,” Merlin stated, ”I commit your soul to the abyss for a thousand years, till you are released to bring chaos once again.”
A black rift than opened up above Mordred’s body and his soul was drawn into it. The rift than closed and the mist cleared.
“I now must rest till all the prophesized events come to pass”, Merlin cried as he dissipated into the wind.
All the wounded soldiers woke up and looked around for their respected leaders. When the noticed the men were gone, they threw their weapons into the water so no one else would steal them. Just before they hit the water, a pair of hands rose up and caught both weapons and pulled them under the sea till their owners need them once again
