𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴛʜᴜʀ ʀᴇᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ✔

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

CHAPTER 7.

A few days after.

Back at Camelot, Queen Vortigern stood in a hollow room, within the tower of power, it was empty and coated with dust. One that the famous Merlin mended the King's sword, the sword of legend. She stood in front of a slender and tall mirror. The brown paint was warped and old. It hardly held onto the mirror. Queen Vortigern stood alone and stared into the mirror of truth.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who will kill us all?" the Queen carelessly questioned. The mirror rippled and showed a vision of the Queen's fate. A woman striking her down from her throne with the sword of Legend as it seemed. The Queen furrowed her brows, the women looked similar to the fighter she sent to cleave the ones responsible for the prophecy.

Her eyes were soulless and dark, confused if the mirror was mistaken or whether this was a part of her future. She watched as her head rolled down the steps of the throne and onto the throne room's flooring.

She grided her teeth in frustration. She kept her composure and kept her thoughts concealed. She prepared herself for Axel's return and expected it to be a few days from now. She held only high expectations for the best of the best. And if they didn't 't return or finish the task, great punishments were prepared for their failure.

"Has my army been created?" she whispered to the mirror.

"Yes, my Queen. And they march from the North. You have no need for me now, you will be the strongest of the land and will be feared by many. The wind will whisper your name and many will tremble under fear." the mirror replied with a grim whisper.

The Queen smiled to herself and liked the sound of her future. Though it wasn't determined whether Axel would kill the Queen.

"Fear, an emotion Humanity posses is the most...intoxicating feeling any person of power could possess." Queen Vortigern replied to the mirror.

"Aye, I agree with that Milady. But you still don't have the sword."

A small and startling growl came from her throat, Vortigern wasn't pleased. She was careless to ever consider where her brother laid to rest. And she considered the possibility that the sword could be anywhere within the country. Any man, woman, or child could have buried it or hid it.

"But I've kept my word! By spilling the blood of a nobleman within the Avagan forest, summoning creatures that aren't from this world." Queen Vortigern argued with her reflection as it seemed.

"No, the creatures were meant to kill Uther's last remaining heir-"

"Heir?! What heir?!" the Queen exclaimed and her heart refused to calm down. Her palms started to sweat and rolled into tight fists.

The mirror changed again, rippling a scene into its reflection, exactly like looking at the reflection of a small body of water.

The scene was out of focus and showed Axel Embers, the same scene she fought the beast on the edge of the cliff.

Her face scrunched up like tissue paper before speaking, "Axel Embers is the bastard daughter of a baker. The most she's royal by blood is probably as much as a woman that works on a farm.