Arthur’s lips slowly started to spill the blood of the heaven’s holding his exposed wound.
“None will forget the Roundtable. Our stories will be told. The search of the Holy Grail, The Green Knight, my dear nephew had once fought, Percival's redemption, Tristian's and Isolde's love and even with your treachery Mordred, you can never kill an ideal. You can never kill a legend. Bastard son of my witty sister! This field may be stained of my blood but stories of my greatness will continue to spread along the shores. Gawain’s fall will be remembered more than your pitiful victory. Lancelot’s skirmish with Lucius shall also be reminisced. My fringe with duke Lovarraine, my siege at Metz shall also be remembered…but not this sin Modred! These final words I rebuke upon you in the name of God! I shall forever rest in the fourteen realms of Heaven while you dwell in the lakes of fire! My Kingdom will fall right here for now but Breton will rise again and conquer! I shall be the perpetual in Avalon as the blood of Hector bless these grounds while you remain temporal… They will only remember you...” whispered Arthur, drawing his final breath; “as my sin…my men's soul will stand beside me in the grandest Heavens. They are always by my side.."