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i made a mordtober prompt list because i’m incredibly self indulgent and i love mordred, thought i’d share it here too! feel free to use for your own art/writing/whatever

tag it with #mordtober because i’d love to see hahahaha i’ll be posting more often here and on twitter so stay tuned for that i guess

The rain came down over the garden,  he stood in the shower as it came down.  The sky was dark as he looked up into it.  He was just Mordred mac Lot, the second youngest in a long line of sons.  An endless parade of spares, back up Gawains.

Engaged to a woman who wished to be a nun, his true love the person he wanted more than anything was betrothed to a man who might never be born.  What was everything he could be.  Was this everything there was to him, to Mordred?

The white horse was magnificent as it rose out of the water, dark eyes of a blue like the depths of the lake it was rising out of.  The knight on it’s back was dressed in armour that shown, his personal tabbard and his shield a star rising above a bloody sea.  

Him the child who had been lost at sea, under a name that is nolonger his, he rises as Medrawt son of Morgana of the Fay. The plume of his shining helm a flowing black feather that flowed through the wind of the storm.  

The horse’s hooves struck the ground and the knight took off from the water cutting through the rain riding towards Camelot.

“Hey why are you standing out in the rain like an idiot!” It was Sir Kay the large man strode over to Mordred and pulled him out of the rain.  

“I’m not a kid or your squire anymore, why would you call a Prince an idiot,” Mordred demanded and struck the bigger man in the arm with a balled fist.  

Kay regarded Mordred, for a moment Mordred thought the man might strike him.  “Because.  You’ll always be my kid.  You came here as a hostage but you are my kid.”

Memories struck Mordred from his time growing up in Camelot, there had always been maids and servants to raise him but the person who had always been there to make sure he was being cared for, looked after, seen to had been the gruff Sir Kay.

Mordred paused, maybe he should say sorry for the punch he had dealt the larger knight.  “Thanks mom.”

The two of them stared at one another before bursting out into laughter.

The white horse thundered through the rain towards Camelot.  Would his mother recognize him after he had been away so long.   Know the man he had become from the baby she had seen him as.

The realm of the lake had been a lovely place to grow up in.  It was a mirror of the soul, revealing making people what they truly are and it has made Medrawt himself.    

The fields were full of blue and white flowers that looked like a mirror of the sky, in the centre was a tall tower that touched the mirrored surface of the lake.  All the children the Lady had saved running about.

Medrawt had dreamed of having a mother all to himself.   What would his childhood have been like had he not been lost at sea, he let those thoughts stay but he would never know. He dashed through the gates and onward to the castle called Camelot.