Einar's Pov)
Just like that, everything was over. The motivation that let me keep going in this new foreign world was gone, just like that.
My dream of creating a family with Artoria that I already considered to be the future was the goal I tried to reach but I seems my existence in this world just didn't matter enough.
I just completed the hellish training with scáthach so that I could support her better then I did a year ago.
I also managed to hold my emotions back or I would just commit suicide or something like that.
But I simply couldn't do that. It is the easy way out of everything and I dount think I deserve that.
I never said it but us fairy's have much deeper emotion and could deeper sense them than humans. At least fifteen times stronger is what Vivian said. The love I had for her was that deep but compered to that the pain I feel currently is about to destroy me.
Merlin Vivian and Scáthach should have known it would happen with their clairvoyance.
I dount blame Mother since she already told me I would face despair if I were to go to Arturia but I just thought of myself as a special beeing being able to change and not face despair like i did know.
I dount blame Scáthach either I blame it completely on Merlin since he is 100% the reason she chose this way.
I am not sure that if i see him next time I could hold myself back. No absolute not i am 99.9% sure I kill him, but what should I do afterwards?
Dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know,
Dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know,
Dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know, dount know..
I keeper mumbling I even considered killing both Guinevere and Artoria but I also know that both did it for the country as nobels something like political marriage was regular occurrence.
Tears continued flowing from my eyes but I didn't make a sound I just looked in the distance, it was about to be sunset.
Normaly would think this scene is beutiful but know it just is as it is a sunset nothing more nothing less.
Wo could I talk to, wo could I ask to heal me and wo do I consider important enough?
The only people that came to mind were Scáthach and Vivian but that would just be pathetic to appear like this infront of them. I also thought about key wo treid to let me forget her by bringing me to a borthel but i am not someone that does that. so i just let it continue eating me from the insides.
"Uncel"
I heard someone one asking for me, he had silver hair and bangs that hide is left eye.
It was Ghalahad my Nephew.
He went on his knees and slammed his head on the ground.
I turned my head to him wo had his head on the ground.
" please forgive us for raising my weapon against you"
He added
" please Uncle Einar dount leave the round table i accept any kind of punishment."
no words were heard for a few minutes until i answered him.
" I Dount forgive you or anyone else of you that raised their weapons against me. All of you came to the decision that protecting the nobels that tried to exploit Arthur was more important than trusting me. Did you really thought would have tried to kill them even if all of them are ugly pices of shit that deserve to be hanged head over for a week. I am currently still a Knight of the roundtable never forget that. And now leave me be."
(3 POV)
Realisation stuck onto Ghalahad and he was filled with shame.
He raised his head and looked at Einar.
There was nothing left of the joking always nasty and foul mouthed but still fun to be around. It looked just like a husk the eyes were empty with no light in them.
Ghalahad knew he should leave before he would get some body parts cut off.
"Tomorrow there will be a meeting" he said and left.
Einar turned around and looked back at the sunset.