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Two separate forces inhabited the land of England. Arthur, in the east, fought and won battles to reunite the
country. Mordred, in the west, destroyed whatever stood in his way. It was the two men's destiny to meet. Their
battle would determine the fate of England.
A river separated Arthur and Mordred's men as they prepared to face each other. They agreed to fight to the
death at dawn, with the winner taking complete control of the country. Mordred fell asleep that night as his mother
was talking to him of his future victory. Arthur slept thinking of not being able to find Lancelot.
Arthur dreamed that he saw Lancelot waiting for him. Sir Gawain was there watching them. Each time Arthur
approached Lancelot, Lancelot moved away, warning the King that they were being watched. Arthur also saw a
woman running. He ran after her, but before he could touch her dress, she flew up into the air, leaving him staring at
the empty sky. He saw Merlin's face and he woke up terrified. The woman was not Guinevere, he knew it, and he
began to realise that he had been cruelly deceived.
Arthur went to where Sir Gawain lay asleep. He woke him, touching him on the chest with Excalibur.
"Sir Gawain, how deep was your jealousy of Sir Lancelot?"
Sir Gawain could not move. He was held paralysed by Excalibur's force.
"As deep as my love for you, my King!"
Arthur lifted the sword and walked to the river bank. A strip of golden daylight broke the horizon. The sun had
risen, and Arthur promised to fight in the name of Sir Lancelot, a knight whose faith and honour he had judged
unfairly.
Morgan woke in a place where there was no sun, only clouds of smoke. She called for Mordred; she ran through
the smoke, only to find herself again in the same spot, surrounded by the same rising smoke. She tried to change
herself into something which would take her away from this awful place, but she could not. Her powers had left her.
Merlin's voice spoke to her.
"Those who do not respect the magic they practise are condemned to wander worlds where their powers are
useless. I see worlds no man or woman could imagine. You will see a world no person would want to."
As Merlin's voice faded, Morgan realised that she was completely alone - forever. She let out a horrible scream
into the emptiness - a scream which only she would hear.
Mordred was uneasy without his mother at his side. Yet his animal instincts and his desire for blood led him into
battle. The fighting was the most violent England had ever seen. Knights who once had been united now fought each
other. Knights on horseback, in the river below, killed each other without feeling. The river turned red with their
blood.
Mordred fought his way to the other side of the river. Arthur had been waiting for him. When he saw Mordred
approach him, snarling like a dog, Arthur drew Excalibur. They fought, and though Mordred was trained well, he
was no match for King Arthur and Excalibur. His true strength had left him when his mother disappeared.
Arthur stood over Mordred's wounded body, about to put an end to Mordred's evil existence. As he raised
Excalibur above his head, a knight from the battle approached. It was Lancelot, who had returned to defend the
King. Arthur stopped and stared. His heart leapt with joy. Mordred quickly picked up his sword and wounded
Arthur deeply in his right side. Arthur took Excalibur and put an end to the ugly life which was Mordred, before he
himself fell to the ground.
"My King, it is I who have injured you. You turned your head for my benefit."
"Lancelot, I am dying, but there is no better sight than you before I do. I ask your forgiveness for not believing in
your loyalty."
"You have it and anything else I can offer you."
"Take Excalibur to a dark valley far away from the kingdom, far from sight and sound. When you reach the
crystal lake that lies in it, throw the sword in its water. I was not the King it was meant for."
"If that is your wish, it is my command."
Lancelot rode through the night. As the sun rose behind the mountains which surrounded the lake he stood
before, he threw Excalibur into it with all the strength in his body. As he watched it fly through the air and into the
lake, his eyes widened as he saw a woman's hand reach out of the water to grab its handle. It held it straight above
the water for a moment, then pulled it fast below.
Lancelot understood then that no man in his lifetime would unite all of England. He left the lake hoping that one
day one man would.

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Two separate forces inhabited the land of England. Arthur, in the east, fought and won battles to reunite the
country. Mordred, in the west, destroyed whatever stood in his way. It was the two men's destiny to meet. Their
battle would determine the fate of England.
Mordred fell asleep that night as his mother
was talking to him of his future victory. Arthur slept thinking of not being able to find Lancelot.
Sir Gawain was there watching them. Each time Arthur
approached Lancelot, Lancelot moved away, warning the King that they were being watched. Arthur also saw a
woman running. He ran after her, but before he could touch her dress, she flew up into the air, leaving him staring at
the empty sky. He saw Merlin's face and he woke up terrified. The woman was not Guinevere, he knew it, and he
began to realise that he had been cruelly deceived.
Arthur stopped and stared. His heart leapt with joy. Mordred quickly picked up his sword and wounded
Arthur deeply in his right side. Arthur took Excalibur and put an end to the ugly life which was Mordred, before he
himself fell to the ground.
"My King, it is I who have injured you. You turned your head for my benefit."
"Lancelot, I am dying, but there is no better sight than you before I do. I ask your forgiveness for not believing in
your loyalty."
"You have it and anything else I can offer you."
"Take Excalibur to a dark valley far away from the kingdom, far from sight and sound. When you reach the
crystal lake that lies in it, throw the sword in its water. I was not the King it was meant for."
"If that is your wish, it is my command."
Lancelot rode through the night.
Lancelot understood then that no man in his lifetime would unite all of England. He left the lake hoping that one