Golden Heart

by xXStitchesXx88

Chapter 1: ~ Character Cast ~

{ Thaddeus Pendragon }

~ Played by William Moseley ~

{ “ I’m sorry, I-I wasn’t expecting you.” }

 

{ Iason }

~ Played by Daniel Gillies ~

{ “This very well could go wrong.” }

 

{ Derain }

~ Played by Ben Barnes ~

{ “I do agree with you, it’s time to end this.” }

{ Merlin }

~ Played by Colin Morgan ~

{ “How can I know that we can trust you?”  }

{ Arthur Pendragon }

~ Played by Bradley James ~

{ “You can not be serious?”  }

 

~ The rest of the cast plays themselves! ~

 

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Welcome one and all to my new story!

I would like to thank you for giving this story a chance. I am hoping you all enjoy it, don’t fear to leave comments or constructive criticism.

 

{I would also like to add that I do not own the GIF's above, those who made them, thank you!}

 

Chapter 2: ~Chapter 1~ {To Say Goodbye}

Screaming

Crying

Clashing

Banging

Begging

Yelling

All noises. Noises that can be heard throughout the fight- No, the battle. A battle that many have fought and died over. The one he was currently in. He couldn’t understand why, after everything. Can it not rest? Can evil never give his homeland a break?

No. He supposes it can’t, not when his father fights for his beliefs, for his people, for his kingdom. Honestly, he would think it would get tiring. Yet he brushes it off as he lands the last blow on his opponent. Watching as they crumble, he is given a moment's rest. Luckily, that was the last one in the area. He can finally move on and find him. Find his father.

He runs past the carnage that is in his wake as he heads to where he saw him go. He needs to be there to help him. To defeat Derain. He knows his father isn’t like he used to be after what happened. He might not make it past this battle as he has before. Finally, he stops when he hears them. The clashing of swords. He turns ready to help when he is stopped by a hand.

More accurately, it was his uncle. Uncle Leon. A small, relieved smile graces his lips slightly before it falls as he realizes that he is signaling for him to wait. He doesn’t want to, yet he nods as both crouch down behind the rubble. The two wait and watch for the right opportunity.

The clashing of swords ends as both the men pause as they circle each other. He clutched his sword as he watched. Not having a good feeling, but his thoughts were interrupted by one of them starting to speak.

“I can’t let you do this, Derain, I won’t. It’s time for this to end. After everything we’ve been through…how can you…..you’ve become twisted...Can’t you see this is all madness!” Laughter followed that he dared say, sent chills down his spine. Not that he would ever admit it. He concentrated as the man's cold voice spoke out.

“Madness? The only madness I see is that you think you are the king! I should have listened to her. She was right, you weren’t saving the kingdom. You ruined it! Letting those who persecuted us live! They should suffer the way we did!”

He sucked in a breath, the venom in his voice. It was a fuming hatred he could never understand. Honestly, he would think this hatred was towards his grandfather. He was the one who persecuted the people who were gifted with magic. Not his father, the one who helped unite Albion and its people.

“I can agree with you on one thing. I think it is time we end this.”

He watched as the two stopped, his eyes scanning towards the threat. What he saw made his heart stop, shadows started forming behind Derain. Not normal ones, ones that look like beasts. How is that possible?

His breathing quickened as he readied his sword. Though before he can move to run out, Leon grabs his arm, turning him towards him. He was about to protest, even yell to let him go so he could go fight. But he was not the first to speak. His uncle was,

“Stop, I can not allow you to go out there, your father would have my head! You need to get away from here. Iason has a plan. You need to find him, and leave the kingdom-.”

His anger rises as he rips his arm from his grip, shaking his head. He can not and will not leave his father behind. He is going to help him even if it costs his life. He goes to protest when both hear the clashing of swords once more.

Both turn their direction towards the noise. They see his father and Derain battling as the shadow creatures are on either side, readying to strike.

Three against one is not honorable or even fair. He doesn’t seem to think before he acts. He jumps out with a battle cry as he charges. He also seems not to miss how, behind him, his uncle let out a curse before he followed suit.

The two men turned their way, looking surprised, while it seemed the shadows did not react to their presence.

He rushes forward, aiming to slice at Derain, but it seems the shock didn’t last as he defends himself. He caught his blade with his own while using his strength and pushed him back.

Distantly, he hears how his father yelled at him. He chooses to ignore him, as he takes a stand between the two. Derain grows a smirk on his face as he watches him before speaking.

“Thaddeus. So good of you to join us, I was not expecting you to show yourself.”

He knew he was here? He shook the thought away before he sent him a glare. Not thinking he needed to respond, after all, he knows he’s just trying to edge him on. He quickly rushes forward so he doesn’t get the chance to speak. Blade is clashing with his opponents.

Derain smirk fades and an unreadable expression falls onto his face. Though as he looks closer he notices his stiff movements, his hesitation. Is he hesitant to fight him? Why?

He berates himself, It doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t. No matter how close he was once with this man. How close his father and uncles were. He will not hesitate. He can not afford too, so he’ll just use this new information to his advantage.

He starts striking harder and faster, one after the other. His blows must have had power because Derain started being moved backwards. Perfect. He just had to keep this up, keep making him defend.

Unfortunately he hears a grunt of pain that sounded offly like his father. No that can’t be right he is a great fighter, but what if it was him? He pauses on one of his strikes to take a quick look. He lets a gasp at what he sees, his father now holding a wound that was created by one of those monsters.

His father looks up, locking eyes with him. His face grows worried as he yells for him to watch out. Quickly, he turns back towards his opponent, only barely dodging a slash.

“Really, Thaddeus? After all I’ve taught you, you turned your back on the enemy. Now that doesn’t seem very bright, does it?”

He glared toward the man, he’s toying with him. Yet he was right, he shouldn’t have been distracted so easily! His father knows how to handle himself. He can’t let him get to him, he can’t lose. His focus goes back to the fight.

As the fight progresses his arms start to feel sore. The smell of death and war start to get to his senses. His once tight grip is starting to loosen. Damit. A sense of reality hits him. He won’t be able to keep up with him much longer.

His breathing starts to quicken slightly as he tries to keep a hold of his sword. Not much longer does it fly from his grasp. His eyes widen as he retreats back from the strike.

His eyes start darting everywhere, trying to find something, anything to defend himself. He moves back again, and this time, his foot gets snagged on rubble. He falls back and lands on his ass. He goes to stand again when he is stopped by a sword to his throat.

He locks eyes with Derain. A pain of hurt shoots through his heart. No, don't do that, he isn’t worth it. He keeps his eyes locked with the man. He will not show fear, he will not look away. If he is to end his life, then so be it.

By a fortune of luck, a yell from across the battlefield draws the attention of himself and, more importantly, his opponent. At the sight, he felt slight relief; it was Uncle Percival! Which wasn’t all because a few more knights followed behind him.

Turning away, he looks straight back to Derain, noticing he has yet to return his focus. Thank the gods. He kicks out, landing a blow on his leg. As he saw Derain stumble, he moved quickly as he got back up and ran for his sword.

Which he would have been able to grab if a shadow monster had not appeared in front of him. He slides to a stop, eyes widening.

Sadly this time the monster did not ignore him as before, feeling a horrible pain where the claws of the beast pierced his sides as he was grabbed. Everything was moving quickly. Too quickly. Before he realized he was flying through the air, being caught by a stone wall. His breath knocked out of him as a crack echoed in his ears and he landed on the ground. Hard.

He let out a pained groan. He could only feel how sore and how his body would most definitely be filled with bruises if he lived by the end of this. The beating of his heart drowned out the noises around him. While his eyes started to unfocus. Maybe he hit his head. He shook off the thought, regretfully realizing it brought a new pain. Definitely hit his head. He’s able to sit up as he blinks away the fuzziness of his vision. What he sees makes his breath hitch.

Approaching him was Derain. He tried to move back, which only reminded him that he had landed against a wall. Eyes darted around as if he were a caged animal who couldn't escape. Soon his eyes return, eyes landing on the man in front of him. Watching him as he raises the sword. He holds back his breath as everything starts going really fast. He was in front of him before he could blink. He brought down his sword even faster.

Blood.

So much blood.

The scent alone made him queasy.

Pain.

A surging pain.

One that makes everything he ever felt before dull in comparison.

The tears.

The ones that started to fall silently without his permission.

Screams.

The ones he blocked out.

Why?

Why!?

All he could do was stare.

No.

No.

No.

Not caring that his fast movements made something in his chest hurt. He surges forward, catching his father in his arms. His hand quickly went to put pressure on the new wound. His body shook as he held back sobs. He was so in thought that he hadn’t realized he began to speak.

“F-fath-father, n-no I’m so-sorry so sorry- why-why? Pl-please no.” He started shaking his head as he looked down towards him. He watches as a sad smile crosses his father’s face. Before reaching up, resting his hand on Thaddeu’s cheek to wipe away his tears.

“Shh- d-don’t apologize, I-it’s okay. I- am so proud of you- so proud-.” He gasps a bit as he moves slightly, his other hand going to clutch his hand. Shaking his head before he cuts him off.

“No no d-don’t speak, just save your strength, we need to get to Iason, he c-can heal you.” He gives him a watery smile but his father’s smile fades. He gives him a knowing look before he speaks again.

“I-it’s going to b-be o-okay…j-just. He breathes heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Before he continued.

“, just-just hold on to me.” He gives him a watery smile.

He nodded quickly, grip strengthening as he held his father. It shouldn’t have been like this. It should have been him. If he weren’t so stupid, maybe if he would have had a better grip or even listened to his uncle. Damit! He just got in the way.

His tears continued to fall as his father brushed them away while lifting his own head to connect their foreheads.

Closing his eyes as he listens to each little breath. As if he can will him to magically be healed. Unfortunately he can not, and all too quickly the breathing slowed to a stop and the man in his arms went cold.

Opening his eyes, he wished the sight he saw was different. A smiling pale face of his father was there. Finally, he couldn’t hold it back as a sob fell from his lips. He starts shaking him.

“Plea-please open your eyes! Father! Ple-please- w-wake up.”

He let out another sob. Knowing it won’t do anything. Gently as he’s able to, he lays him down. The only comfort he kept was the hold he had on his hand. Not able to stare at his dead body any longer, Thaddeus looked up.

The shadows and Derain were gone. Remaining were some knights who were finishing off some men who must have come to help Derain. Though he doesn’t stare long, thanks to someone placing a hand on his shoulder.

Turing, he’s face to face with his Uncle Persival. He held a pained expression, no tears fell from his eyes. He had a hold of his father's sword, Excalibur.

He reminded himself of what they were doing here. He’s at war. He can’t. He can’t continue to cry like a helpless child. He can’t afford to.

Regretfully and brokenly, he takes his hand away from his father’s. He goes to rub away the tears, when he is stopped at the reminder of the blood on his hands. His father’s blood. At the sight and the thought alone causes his hands to turn to fists, falling to his side.

The tears no longer fall as he smooths out his expression to being blank. He stands, turning his attention back onto Percival. He ignores the concern on his face but what he can’t ignore is how he offers his father sword to him. He is about to protest it, not thinking he deserves it but Percival spoke first.

“Your father would have wanted you to have it.”

Would he?

Maybe. He held his breath as he stared at it. Until finally, after a few moments, he goes and accepts it. He doesn’t keep it in sight long as he looks back up and sheathes it. Nodding to him as a thanks.

While he received a small smile in return, it vanished as fast as it came. Percival cleared his throat before he spoke again.

“Thaddeus- Your highness, we need to move and find Iason. Leon went ahead to clear us a path up east, but I fear if we don’t leave soon, we will not make it.”

He froze at the name.

That’s right. With his father gone, it would be he who is next. That thought alone made him sick. He could never be the man his father was. He doesn’t even come close to it. That thought dies fast as he realizes there are more pressing matters to worry over.

Like how he must figure out what to do with Derain. Or even more concerning, what he was going to do with his father.

He froze at the thought. With how everything is, they won’t be able to give him an honorable farewell. The one he deserves. Which only means one thing. He starts to speak before he can continue that thought.

“Of course, we shall leave right away.” He starts moving but is stopped by a question.

“And what of your father?” He shouldn’t be surprised by the question. What surprises him is how fast he responds. Or more by the fact of what he responded with.

“Leave him.”

He hears a slight intake, almost like a gasp, behind him. He can’t seem to blame them. After all, what he just said should have him running through. He gave his life for him, and as thanks, he leaves his father?

That thought makes him grip his fists so tightly his nails penetrate his skin. Good. He deserves it, but his father didn’t deserve this. No. He deserved a nice farewell, though it seems he can’t give that to him. Curse this damn war. He just wished he didn’t have to leave him behind, but strategically, he knew this was for the best.

Yet it didn’t stop the pain in his heart. How he realized he didn’t truly get a chance to say goodbye.