Arriving at the western door Arthur looked around at the horrid sight that was his knights, his people, and the enemy all lying dead in the hall. Since it was so disturbing I couldn’t let Medea see it and thus, had her walking behind me underneath my coat so she couldn’t see. I couldn’t tell what was going on inside his mind but Merlin began to push him out of the room as if he knew what he was thinking. Seeing that he was trying to get him to leave the room I walked over to the stairs.

“Arthur, Mordred and her mother are up here along with Gwaine.” I said. He nodded in return and he followed me up the stairs with a reluctant Merlin in tow.

Sure enough, Mordred, Morgana, and Gwaine were all in the same spots that they were when I left along with the girl who was still unconscious. Morgana was in the middle of singing a rather dark lullaby to a sleeping Mordred and Gwaine laid there as corpses do. At the sight of Arthur entering the room Morgana looked relieved yet she didn’t dare move out of the fear that Mordred would wake up.

“I’m so glad you’re both okay.” Arthur said with a relieved smile and damp eyes.

“We made it out due to Mordred and Gwaine. He wasn’t that lucky though.”she said as she gestured at the corpse not a meter from them. Arthur then turned to Gwaine’s corpse and knelt down beside it.

“Thank you, my old friend. I wished that you would have seen happier days but even war never dampened your smile. I am grateful for that.” Arthur said before lifting up and kissing Gwaine’s cold hand. Turning back to Morgana he sighed before standing back up.

“Who else survived?” Arthur asked in hopes that it would be good news.

“Your wife and son are both safe. They led the locals that made it inside the castle before the Saxon’s reached us into the cellar and barred the doors behind them. A large number of the locals survived though I can’t say the same for their homes.” she said.

“Good… that os good. we can rebuild the homes but the lives cannot be replaced. I’m glad it’s not worse.” Arthur said as he seemed a bit more relaxed.

Seeing that they were fine Arthur began walking down towards the stairs so that he could go to the cellar. Merlin surprisingly didn’t follow him and instead walked towards the bathing rooms and since I was very tired I went to my room with Medea and Lily. Lily went inside the pendant to rest while Medea curled up on my bed and fell asleep. I was too tired to care so I got on the opposite side of the bed and fell asleep as well.

The next morning I was awoken to the sound of knocking at my door. I opened it to see a knight that I had yet to talk to before since he had passed out drunk by the time I got to the dining hall for a meal. He was dressed in the common leather and chain mail armor that the others always sported and was just slightly shorter than I was. His face was old and weathered except for his mustache which was bright and curled with a greasy sheen over it. The helm he wore barely covered his bald head and his shoes were covered in muck.

“Good morning, Micheal. I don’t believe we have met yet but I’m Balin. I was told to wake you along with all the other knight’s so that we may begin to clean up.” he said before belching directly in my face. The smell of alcohol that not even Scott could match wafted off his breath.

“Thank you. Though, I thought I had met or at least seen all of the Knight’s from the Round Table?” I replied groggily and a little disgusted.

“Oh, I’m not a knight of that class. I’ve actually been in the dungeon for the past few weeks due to an incident where I apparently killed a man in a drunken rage who happened to be a good friend of the Lady of the Lake. Arthur released me this morning due to the fact that we are short handed. Although, I cannot use a weapon until after my trial. That is if I am proven innocent. If not, then I’ll be killed, but I think I’ll be fine.” Balin said in an almost joking-like manner.

“... I see…” I responded with a somewhat disturbed and awkward tone. “I’ll be out in a minute.” and with that I shut the door.

Something about that man wasn’t right. Either he’s a dumbass or he’s way too drunk to realize what he was saying. Not even Scott could get that drunk though, so he was probably just an idiot. Before I could think any more about Balin, Mordred appeared in front of me out of the pendant. Giving me a scare.

“Excuse me! Perhaps a bit of warning next time.” I spouted with a slightly energetic tone.

“Do I look like I care? We need to talk.” Mordred said in a very demanding tone.

“Alright… about what?” I asked.

“That man you just met, Balin. He’s the one that kills Freya.” she said. I stared at her for a moment in disbelief.

“That drunk is the Lady of the Lake’s killer?” I said questionably.

“If I remember correctly, then yes.” she replied. Just as she did Medea rolled over in the bed and we both froze out of fear that she would wake up. After a few seconds though we realized she was still fast asleep.

“Then… should I kill him. Seems like an easy fix to me.” I said.

“I don’t know. I thought we couldn’t change anything in the past except minor things that were going to happen anyways.” Mordred said as she raised her shoulders for emphasis.

“That’s true. If we tried then something would hinder us… or she would just get killed in another way.” I said with a disappointed tone.