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Entry tags:
Prompt#316 - Dilapidated - Dead - amaranthine_7 - Original
Title: Dead
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #Prompt 316 - Dilapidated
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Mordred can't believe his mother is dead.
Mordred opened the door very slowly, afraid of what he would find inside. As the door opened he forced himself to keep his eyes wide opened. He needed to be strong for her. She had always been, always wanted him to be in every circumstances, so he had to be.
The bed slowly became apparent in the middle of the room. He could clearly see her figure. Se was still, so very still. He stopped for a second. If he tried hard enough he could pretend she was asleep.
"Mother..." He called out, his voice trembling, as he reached the side of the bed. No answer came. He shivered. She never slept so deep as not to be awaken by the slightest sound. She was dead. He now knew it was true. His breath caught in his throat as realisation hit him.
She had been dead for a week and he could now see that she was already decaying, her age revealing itself more and more with every passing minute. Her bright red hair seemed to have lost their colours, as of the fire in them had been the source of her life.
He felt himself dropped to his knees, his bones hitting hard on the ground. It didn't feel the pain.
His hand reached out tentatively towards the still figure of his mother. He couldn't complete the gesture, too afraid to touch her. She would be cold, he knew. He didn't want to feel her, life drawn out of her, forever gone.
How could she have been killed? She had been so powerful, so strong.
He closed his hands into fists, his nails digging into his skin, blood slowly dropping to the ground. His entire body trembled as he forced himself to look at her. She was dead. She would never see him on the throne. He could never make her rise at the top, looking after the whole of Albion with him. Mother and son. Stronger than all. Mother and son. Better than all.
He had to kill his brother. He would kill Gaheris and avenge her. He knew that wouldn't bring her back to life but maybe, just maybe it could stop her decaying. Kill the monster that murdered her and give preserve her beauty for a while longer.
"Sir..." Mordred recognised the voice of an old servant. "We have to...," she started tentatively.
"Get out," he yelled. He knew perfectly well that she wanted to take his mother away from him but he wouldn't let that happen, couldn't let hat happen. Not yet, not while she wasn't dust yet. He needed her.
Hs head dropped, his eyes closing in a desperate attempt to stop his tears. He had to be stronger than that. But tears ran along his cheeks, digging wet lines into the dirt of his face. "I'm sorry Mother... I'm sorry..."
He sniffed noisily before yelling in pain, wanting the hurt to disappear, wanting the anger to melt but all it did was intensify and as he raised his head it seemed to him that her skin was all wrinkled where it had never been before. He jumped to his feet and ran out. He needed to kill Gaheris.
Fandom: Original (based on the Arthurian Legends)
Prompt: #Prompt 316 - Dilapidated
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The Arthurian Legends are in the public domain. I make no reference to any copyrighted work. So all is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Mordred can't believe his mother is dead.
Mordred opened the door very slowly, afraid of what he would find inside. As the door opened he forced himself to keep his eyes wide opened. He needed to be strong for her. She had always been, always wanted him to be in every circumstances, so he had to be.
The bed slowly became apparent in the middle of the room. He could clearly see her figure. Se was still, so very still. He stopped for a second. If he tried hard enough he could pretend she was asleep.
"Mother..." He called out, his voice trembling, as he reached the side of the bed. No answer came. He shivered. She never slept so deep as not to be awaken by the slightest sound. She was dead. He now knew it was true. His breath caught in his throat as realisation hit him.
She had been dead for a week and he could now see that she was already decaying, her age revealing itself more and more with every passing minute. Her bright red hair seemed to have lost their colours, as of the fire in them had been the source of her life.
He felt himself dropped to his knees, his bones hitting hard on the ground. It didn't feel the pain.
His hand reached out tentatively towards the still figure of his mother. He couldn't complete the gesture, too afraid to touch her. She would be cold, he knew. He didn't want to feel her, life drawn out of her, forever gone.
How could she have been killed? She had been so powerful, so strong.
He closed his hands into fists, his nails digging into his skin, blood slowly dropping to the ground. His entire body trembled as he forced himself to look at her. She was dead. She would never see him on the throne. He could never make her rise at the top, looking after the whole of Albion with him. Mother and son. Stronger than all. Mother and son. Better than all.
He had to kill his brother. He would kill Gaheris and avenge her. He knew that wouldn't bring her back to life but maybe, just maybe it could stop her decaying. Kill the monster that murdered her and give preserve her beauty for a while longer.
"Sir..." Mordred recognised the voice of an old servant. "We have to...," she started tentatively.
"Get out," he yelled. He knew perfectly well that she wanted to take his mother away from him but he wouldn't let that happen, couldn't let hat happen. Not yet, not while she wasn't dust yet. He needed her.
Hs head dropped, his eyes closing in a desperate attempt to stop his tears. He had to be stronger than that. But tears ran along his cheeks, digging wet lines into the dirt of his face. "I'm sorry Mother... I'm sorry..."
He sniffed noisily before yelling in pain, wanting the hurt to disappear, wanting the anger to melt but all it did was intensify and as he raised his head it seemed to him that her skin was all wrinkled where it had never been before. He jumped to his feet and ran out. He needed to kill Gaheris.