Curse your, Sir Mordred, for you have stricken my heart with grief. My dear King Arthur is now dead due to your evil cowardice. I will be eternally loyal to my King. Reminiscing on the horrific event is hard for me. My brother Lucan and I were commanded to make a treaty with Mordred for my dear Arthur. They were to meet in a field and discuss matters, but everything went awry. A battle broke out, my brother and I were both wounded horribly... The kind hearted King could not stand to look at out all the men that because of the evil Mordred, the greedy traitor. I despise him.
Arthur, bravely and full of revenge, decided to attack Mordred for himself, disregarding the dream that he had that showed him dying. My brother and I lay there helplessly. King Arthur stabbed Mordred with his sword. I felt a great sense of triumph, until I saw King Arthur with a slice on his head. Lucan and I, both extremely wounded, wanted to help the King. It was too much for my brother... For he died... His guts spilling out... I can't think about it... My brother... now lay dead because of this evil Mordred...
It was just me and my King, I needed to help him.. All I could do was throw Excalibur into the ocean... I couldn't do it. The sword was too noble... But my King commanded me... I could not be a traitor to him. I watched as these women took away my King and I went to live with a hermit in a chapel to pray for my King. Hoping that one day he may come back...
The grief I feel for my king is too much... If that traitor Mordred was not already dead I would have killed him myself...
Sir. Bedivere