Heir of Treachery

Last Night

Yeah, we're doing this.
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Camlann, England
The fall of Camelot, 573 AD

"ARTHUR!"

The angered voice of a man ranged out. Swords were clashing, people dying. Brother against brother. Multiple knights grouped up to fight a single knight. These knights wore silver armor while the lone knight wore silver and red.

The red knight seemed annoyed as he charged the knights and impaled one before parrying a blade coming towards him. He swung his blade in an arch, beheading two of them and maiming the other. The red knight only stared in pity as the last knight writhed in pain of the ground, and in an act of mercy, killed him swiftly.

He looked around once more before the blonde hair of King Arthur was seen, like gold in the dying light.

"King Arthur!," the red knight roared out. The King looked towards him, having to look up a little due to the small hill of bodies and swords, "Your kingdom is destroyed, your people lost! I will not stop until either I die or I have your head!"

The king only stared at the red knight, clear anger and sorrow in his emerald eyes.

"Do you really hate the son of Morgan? Hate me enough to deny me my very birthright?"

"Not once did I say I despise you, Mordred," Arthur started, "There was only one reason I did not give you the throne. You didn't have the capacity of a king."

Mordred didn't say anything, only prepared his blade as his anger enveloped him completely.

The two stared in silence before Mordred charged forward, delivering a powerful downwards swing. Arthur blocked it, but struggled to keep his footing on the hill of blades. Mordred swung again, from the side, and grazed Arthur as he moved back to avoid getting hit. Mordred stumbled, tired from a days worth of fighting, and Arthur surged forward with a slash of his own. Aiming for his stomach, Arthur swung with so much force that when it connected with Mordred's armor he lost his grip as it flew out of his hands. Mordred took no time as he prepared an overhead slash again, but was taken by surprise when he felt something go through his chest. Looking down he saw the holy lance Rhongimyniad, and when he looked up he felt his helmet break. Revealing a face similar to the king, only aqua eyes and more wild hair.

"F-father?"

"..I'm sorry.. Mordred."

"..I-I'm.." Mordred's arms were lowered, but held on to his blade Clarent, "..not."

And with a final thrust Clarent pierced Arthur's chest, delivering the final fatal blow. Mordred would die a moment later. Arthur would stumble a little before falling below a tree. Two knights would reach him, his last two knights. They promised to carry on his last wish as he died.

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Fuyuki City, Japan, 2004

Aqua eyes opened suddenly before closing again. A short groan came after before a wheat blonde male rose from his sleeping spot.

"Another weird dream."

He shook his head before walking into a hallway leading towards a larger room. With tired eyes and heavy feet he walked into a kitchen before falling on a mat and laid his head on the table. He closed his eyes before smelling a familiar smell.

"Sis, please tell me you're making breakfast."

He got no response so he raised his head and saw that there was no one there. Looking around he saw one of the doors opened, but no one else was near him.