Saving King Arthur

The battle wasn't going our way. Bodies of those who I had been raised with, who I had trained with, were laid across the field. People who fought by my side, who protected me... But I wasn't able to protect them. All I could do was keep moving. I couldn't allow myself to grieve, not right now at least. If I did, if I stopped and felt the pain of the losses I've endured today, I would join them. My body would join theirs on this field, and then nobody would be able to avenge them. This would have been for nothing. I can't allow that to happen. My feet raced across the blood-stained ground, swords and spears littering the ground by the bodies. My eyes caught sight of the one who had started this; who had caused all of this death. The woman who had betrayed me. Who made me believe she was someone else entirely? "Morgana!" I yelled, never slowing down. Her head whipped towards my direction, her hair flowing around her. Her eyes met mine, the usual dark blue now almost black as her magic surrounded her. How could I have missed this? How could I have believed she was my mate, my one true love, when this kind of darkness resided in her? When this entire time she'd been planning my death, and then the destruction of my home? This was all my f*****g fault. Everything that was happening was my fault. And everybody here knew it. They knew it, and it had cost them their lives. "Arthur..." She purred, her voice smooth as silk, but as deadly as poison. " I'm so sorry for you to find out this way, My Love. Won't you ever forgive me?" She cooed. My lips curled at her in disgust, even as her power pushed down on me, making me want to forgive her. If I was an ordinary man, I would have been on my knees. I was no ordinary man, though. I was the King of Camelot. My reign was meant to be eternal. She had no power over me. " Go to Hell, Morgana! You killed my men, my brothers... And you expect me to forgive you...?" I laughed, a retched sound. "I will skin your flesh from your bones for what you have done here today. And then you'll burn, Witch." I growled at her. The smile on her face falls, and gone is the woman who shyly held my hand and allowed me to kiss her. Gone is the woman who professed her love for me. In her place stands a heartless, powerful witch who reeks of destruction. My homes' destruction. "Well, King, you can't do that if you're dead." She says, shrugging her shoulders. Her hand waves through the air, and then I fly. All that I can do is brace myself for the landing. I hit the ground hard, my breath whooshing from my lungs. I lay there a moment, trying to breathe, but then I heard another voice. "Morgana! This isn't what we agreed on. Nobody was supposed to die except for Author and the Knights... this is a massacre." A voice said, the voice sounding shocked. It's a voice I know, and my body tenses as my brain is trying to process what it's hearing. Betrayed again. Why am I still surprised?