MORDRED

He stood in front of the closed shut door of the workshop. Reminding himself that he lost track of time, he realized it was not the greatest idea to walk back in. What if the mechanic told the rest of everything? About his warning. What if their skeptical curious eyes saw what he did?

So, he decided to walk to the dark roads of Aztlan. Cold had grown enough to make his warlock body chill enough to see how warm the lanterns were at the time.

The roads started becoming familiar as he found himself in front of a temple with the last priest closing the heavy door. Next to the familiar iron temple, two growing trees seemed to have been put to something that was once a burning building.

Moving closer to the stairs of the temple and on his knees, he noticed another man walking on his side. There was enough darkness to not find his characteristics but there was the tint appearance of the uniform of a guard.

Mordred looked back on the floor right in front of them and started praying.

The man sat right next to them and prayed too. None of them even dared to stare back.

Blood on a temple was not the ideal way for the healer to murder. But then again what was it? Why couldn't they kill just one person? Let them fall, put a bullet on their head. Or all four of them?

''What are you praying for?''The man's voice sounded young. Too young to be a guard but then again, Ukko was once too.

''Forgiveness''They replied dry. Forgiveness that they had thoughts of concern, of disbelief. Forgiveness because they lied.'' You?''

''A sign.'' The man laughed bitter.''That what I am doing is the right thing.''

Mordred stayed silent.

''I am not...a religious person''It seemed that the guard wanted to talk enough.''I only went...twice to a temple..and then, the first time I went it was for stealing.''

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Mordre's brow arched as he never saw the man's face.

How long will this take? I should have gone to the workshop.

''It was this one right here and then, I found a sign. Fire.''

The man sighed deeply.

''I am sorry but I...''He laughed.

''I was a priest once''Mordred replied.''Continue''

I am far too cold for this. Why did I say that?

The fire that the man said sounded more than a coincidence to make the priest stop listening.

''Thank you''The man said.''I tried to steal but the fire from the house appeared from the temple's windows. The ones that were praying with the golden wallets got out to see the fire. I did too, not giving up from the hunger that had and then...''His voice broke slowly.''I saw...a child around my age..''

Mordred hummed and waited for his confession to be over.

''Out of the fire, crying with their sky eyes looking everywhere frightened, their leg missing and I...''

''You took someone in''Mordred gasped, reminding an image of them and Hermes. The floor is cold, the blood still dripping to the world.

''I thought I did the right thing, I made them my friend I fell...''He sniffed while Mordred did not realize that he was now crying.

''The person that I saved, made themselves look brilliant, smart never asking anything in return, and then I found out that they were...''

''A beautiful lie?'' Mordred's words slipped from their lips.

The man hummed.''I turned them in, I got a promotion, and yet it feels that I am doing the wrong thing.''

A few seconds passed for the priest to realize that his confession was done and he needed guidance. How could he do that? He barely needed to speak, he barely helped people there. He could kill the guard right this instant, take his weapons and uniform. Kill the others and go to Elysium undercover with him and fulfill the mission. Or, he could just walk off. If the guard followed him, he would shoot him three times in his head.

''You are a guard from what I Understood.''

''Correct''He laughed harshly.

‘’Your light is the army.’’

‘’But what if it is not?’’

And Mordred did not have the answer to that. How such a foolish question could be for no answer to exist? There is only one light for each person.

‘’Light is always persuaded by darkness. Your faith is being tested.’’ He said to the guard. And for himself.

‘’You should accept the light before you and it gets conquered by the darkness.’’

‘’Do you believe the words you say?’’The guard asked.

Mordred nodded. Why shouldn’t he?

Disappointed, the guard stood up and patted his pants with his arms.

‘’Then why are you crying?’’