![]() He searched to find what had defeated his foes. Nothing remained around him but a ring of dead Saxon soldiers. He turned to strike the enemies behind him only to see them also swept away as if by an invisible force. Certain this would be his last stand, he swung his sword to take as many Saxons with him as he could but his blade whistled through empty air when they were thrown backward. Memories came to him of the battle at the White Mountains – Morgana’s forces overpowering them by sheer numbers, a dozen armed men coming at him. He could not remember a combat wound ever leaving him this weak. There was an intense, crushing pain in his chest. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 77602 Chapters: 14/14 Comments: 100 Kudos: 556 Bookmarks: 149 Hits: 16036Īrthur felt like he was climbing up out of a dark pit, not sure if he would be able to reach the light at the top.
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