This story takes place during Camlann.
Sir Gawain swings Galatine and takes out more than a thousand knights of the Wild Hunt, while yelling;
" The sun shall never set in the midst of battle! "
Sir Gawain has several wounds, but still, he stands strong.
" Mordred!! " yells Sir Gawain.
" Gawain " said a voice.
As Sir Gawain turned around, he felt something pierce his heart and soul; Mordred had run Clarent through his chest.
The knight of the sun dropped his sword; which made the sun vanish behind the clouds.
Sir Gawain slowly raises his hand, and places it gently on Mordred's head.
With a confused and surprised expression; Mordred looks at Gawain.
With his last strength, giving to him by the warmth of the sun, Sir Gawain says;
" I am sorry… as your older brother… I am sorry...if only I had known- "
Gawain now died in Mordred's embrace.
Mordred pulls out his sword, and gently places Gawain on the ground, and puts Galatine in his hands; so that he may not get cold.
" We shall meet again, in Avalon… brother…and this was not your fault " said Mordred, as he swept away a single tear from his cheek.
Atop the many corpses.
Father and son met.
" Is this what you wanted? " exclaimed Mordred, as he gestured to all the death.
" I never wanted any of this " uttered King Arthur, in a sad and regretful tone, which Mordred picked up on.
" You regret having me? " asked Mordred, with hateful eyes.
Arthur simply had a look of pity on his face.
" Was it all bad? " said he " Did we not have good times, together, as master and squire? He continued.
Mordred now felt a wave of nostalgia hit his memories… but he then remembered the pain in his heart and shattered soul.
" Prepare yourself-father, for I am death " exclaimed Mordred.
Arthur paused for a moment.
" Hello death, I am dad " said Arthur with a dad's smile.
" Yeah, you are dead " said Mordred...with a smile of nostalgia.
The story continues as it is written… nephew killing uncle- I mean! Son killing father.