Book Name - Changing Fate - Chapter continuation.

(Only because I had to cut it in half cause it was longggg)

The long red haired man stood, his height was that of a giant. Even though most would equate him to a god, looking at his childern as he sung a toon from long ago.

"Mother loved that song, father.." Morgan, a woman of 8 foot spoke first, remembering her father wrote that song for their mother. A feeling of bitter warmth passing through her heart.

"It is fine little ones.. there is nothing more to be said." The mans voice sounded distant but full of an Undescribable tone. While he pulled his sword from the ground, holding it out as he looked at his children.

Bulhder the first an only son, shook his head as he looked at his father. "So you have made your choice.. you will continue father?" Pulling his sword from his side while he looked at his youngest sister.

"Please, don't do this.. you, no all of us can go back to how it was before." The youngest of the three, the one that looked most like her mother spoke. Watching her fathers sword shake slightly as he slammed it into the ground.

"Mordress, you know there is no going back. I will continue, until that which I want becomes a reality." The man, walked forward and to his youngest. While morgan and bulhder were ready, they didn't move to stop him.

He walked in front of mordress and rubbed her cheek gently, making her look up into his eyes. His eyes that were forever calm but never any less sad. Feeling his warm touch, while she grabbed his hand and tried to keep that feeling with her. Only for him to gently rub her head and slowly back away.

He shook his head as he walked back to his sword and pulled it out. "No, I could not live with my own failure.. and look what it has cost." His head looking up to the sky while his back was to them. Stuck as a wave of memories hit his mind.

[Flash back]

Inside of a large hall, a 'man' sat on a throne and looked out at the table in front of 'himself'. The person listened to the words of everyone in the room, their yells and bickering about the situation at hand. It did not last long as the person in the throne, slammed their gauntlet on to the throne arm rest. It echoed out but was drowned out by the sounds of the hall doors being pushed open slightly.

"My king! My King!" Rushing into the room was a young man, is brown hair covered in sweat while his clothes and armor was a mess. He was a castle guard, every man or woman in this hall knew him in a way, but were confused at him falling in front of the kings throne.

"Markus? What is the meaning of this, you can't.." One of the men at the table tried to speak, but soon stopped as the king waved 'his' hand.

"Speak Markus.." The kings voice, which sounded odd rang out and made the man Markus stiffen.

"There is no need for that, king of kings. Your guards were.. not kind so. I acted in kind." From the door way a figure could be seen, it's large body pushing the massive doors with ease as it walked forward.

"State your.." Again a man tried to speak but was stopped.

"My business is with your king, not you.. I would rather not deal with this now. Have you forgotten me, oh great king." The figures eyes glowed, his armor tapping on the stone below until it came into the light. It's long red hair blowing slightly.

"I have not forgotten you, great king of *******.." the king said as a young man next to him, leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Get out.. all of you." The king spoke to the people here, giving his order.

"My king why?"

"We can not leave you here? This man is dangerous.".

"My king it is our duty to.."

Each man had a word of complaint until the king slammed his hand. "Enough, if I was going to die here, Then all of us would be dead.. now stop your nonsense and leave now!" Yelled the king slightly as he shook his head.

The men and women that heard there kings words, did not complain anymore. They picked up their respective swords from the table and glared at the red haired man. One in particular eyed the man harshly before walking away.

"You will stay.." The man spoke once again, pointing at the one clad in armor. Only to see her look at the king who nodded.

"What brings you here of all times, while we are in the grips of war.." the king spoke seriously, their face covered in shadows.

"It's enough of the act, queen of knights.. don't you think." His words hit everyone's ears in the hall as he saw the 'king' leaned forward. Showing her short blonde hair and cold blue eyes.

Her eyes scanning the man before standing. "I can not be that person I was, there for I changed it.. what is it you want." Her voice was cold but her eyes full of remembrance.

"I, the one who gave you all that you asked, have come to Collect what is owed to me." The man walked slowly around the table, his finger dragging across it as he looked at the woman in full armor.

"Speak it and it will be done.." the young man, who sat beside the 'king' finally spoke as their eyes met. His words, making the woman on the throne flex but soon relaxed as she leaned back.

"What is it you want.. a deal was made and I will honor it, for my father." The woman spoke once more, already understanding that there was nothing else to be done.

"I want that.. it will be my prize." The man said, pointing at the woman clad in armor, watching her take a step back as the king gripped her throne.

"You could have anything.." the king tried to say, locking eyes with the armored woman.

"And that is what I want.. did you not just say, anything? I have chosen her, oh great queen." The man said, his eyes glowing red as he looked at what he wanted.

"It is not for you to claim me, I fight for my king and nothing more. I am no prize for a man.." the woman in armor said, walking towards the man as she spoke.

"I am no man, and It is not up to you, or should I speak of how you smell like the king.." his words low but the ones in the room heard it. The woman in armor stopped as she looked at the mans cold red eyes and sighed.

"You will earn your prize, there is nothing left to be said.." the woman said, her eyes in her helmet full of pain as she walked away.

"I will accept it, as I will accept all of you.. what is your name." The man said with a smile.

The woman stopped for a moment, looking back at the king on the throne. She had said nothing about what just happened and the woman could only shake her head. She walked to the open hall doors before turning back slightly.

"I am, Mordred.."