At only 15, Mordred is already a prodigy on the green, molded by his retired golfer grandparents, who raised him after tragedy struck. Once a young boy with a fierce passion for the game, Mordred now plays with a cool detachment, his fire seemingly...
We enter a new timeskip We see a 15 year old boy with longish black hair walking into a golf tournament with his clubs hanging over his back, This was Mordred
He had obviously grown since then but the look I'm his eyes was completely different, his eye once held a fire but over the years that fire had been extinguished and what left was a pair of blank red eyes, his face was scarred from intense training
That's when he grabbed something from his pocket and took out a mask
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He put it on and walked in looking ready to win
He walked through the door too see no-one see knew
Morded: (Lancelot did say he wouldn't be at this one, I guess that means this will be boring)
Every person who knows who he is gives him a glare
Golfer: Get out of here! No-one wants you
Mordred ignores him and walks right past intentionally bumping him in the shoulder
Golfer: Hey! I'm taking to you!
The golfer grabbed mordred's arm but the boy wrenched his hand free and kept walking
We then see him wining the tournament with the same neutral almsot depressed look on his face
We cut back to mordred at home when he gets a call from Lancelot
Mordred: Hey Lance, what's up
Lancelot: how did the tournament go?
Mordred: it was boring, I won't so easily, it was kind of a bummer that you weren't there
Lancelot: I know, I know, but my sister needed me there
Mordred: how is she doing by the way
Lancelot: she's doing well, I'm hoping one day soon she'll get her with back
Mordred: that's good, so see you at school tomorrow
Lancelot: of course
The screen fades out and we see Lancelot and Mordred at school together
Lancelot: any sore losers yesterday
Mordred: One but a glare sorted him out
Lancelot nods
They both keep walking and spot a little kid with golf clubs, they make eye contact with him but keep walking
The two keep walking
Mordred whispers: that kid had a driver
Lancelot: yes he did, I wonder if he knows how to use it
Speak of the devil they hear the kid following them making weird noises
Lancelot: what do you want?
The kid freaks out
Kid: holy cow! This guy has got eyes on the back of his head!
