Well, this is the final part of The Voices Beneath I really hope you have all enjoyed it! I will be working on another serial story to start posting before long. I'll let you know more about it when I get closer to the posting time. Besides that, Modern Bard will be taking a break until December when the next challenge stories will be up! Thanks for reading!
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Epilogue
I
recovered from my wounds, and Camelot recovered from the war. There was much to
do to get everything back to normal and Arthur and the knights of the Round
Table were busy repairing diplomatic alliances and forming new ones against
more unrest. It was long, tiring work, but it had to be done, and Camelot was a
stronger kingdom because of it.
I felt awkward returning to my
comrades upon my recovery, once again appointed knight by Arthur, but I never
should have feared being pushed away by them, for they were true comrades to
the end of time, as I had always seen them; my family, and they took me back
like the prodigal son, into the warmth of their friendship, Gawain especially.
I never knew whether they had heard the entire story, but assumed they must
have, even if we never spoke of it again. It was all in the past now. After I
had made my peace with Arthur I had pushed it behind me. I didn’t even have
nightmares anymore about Morgan la Fay; it seemed that now that all my troubles
had passed, and I knew they would not come about again, I felt as if they had
all been part of a past life, a dream that I had woken from into the real
world.
Apart from my reinstatement of
knighthood, I was also, officially, made Arthur’s heir and crowned prince of
Camelot, after he and Guinevere officially adopted me. It was what I had wanted
most since I met Arthur, but still I had felt the need to protest. It was not
my place, and I feared what everyone would say. But it was Guinevere herself
who persuaded me with her gentle kindness that was everything one could want
from a mother. She was the one who’s reaction I had feared the most, for Arthur
too had kept his secrets and had never let on to Guinevere that he had once
thought me to be his son until Morgan had let that slip in front of the entire
court. I had long feared the disgrace that revelation would have opened upon
the queen, but she put all my fears to rest when she welcomed me herself into
her family with open arms and a warm embrace. I shed many tears that day, and
only barely kept them from appearing during the ceremony.
Camelot is one of the greatest
kingdoms Britain ever saw, and I hope it will be remembered for long years to
come. It is my home in every sense of the word. Thinking back, I still find it
hard to believe that the young waif who Morgan la Fay scraped from the streets
came to that magnificent place and became a prince. There are many other
stories that I could tell, but I will leave it at this for now, for this is my
own, and I feel this ending is sufficient for an amateur bard as myself. I hope
that you might have enjoyed this tale, whether you choose to believe it or not,
about changing destiny and fate with something so simple and yet so strong. For
love shall always conquer hatred in the end.
And now, I, Mordred, shall leave you
with this story. For there are still many left to tell and I wish to be a part
of as many as I can.
©Copyright 2014 by Hazel B West
Fare thee well, Prince Mordred!
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