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Published:2020-01-21Updated:2021-04-03Words:136,219Chapters:13/?Comments:35Kudos:157Bookmarks:47Hits:7,328
Mordred Snow
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Summary:
After dying at the hands of Arthur, Mordred meets Kara's spirit in the afterlife and finally sees her true nature. Horrified, Mordred realizes that Kara, was truly did want Camelot and Arthur destroyed. Mordred becomes regretful and wallows in his shame. The last thing the regretful spirit expects is to be reincarnated into another world.
Ramsay Snow just couldn't believe that he found the only girl who's ever escaped his hunt alive. However, the girl is not alone. The girl holds a babe bearing Ramsay's eyes and she says that he is the father. As Ramsay looks at the little human with the tiny scowling face and ghost grey eyes bundled into swaddling cloths, he knows one thing for certain. Somehow, his little bastard son was going to make his life a living hell.
Mordred, absolutely hates his new father's guts. Despite Mordred being raised in the Dreadfort, Ramsay is more or less a deadbeat father. However, as Mordred grows, he realizes that he has retained his magical powers. What shall happen to the magical user as he tries to survive the unpredictable world of Westeros? And what is his purpose for being reborn into this dangerous world? How will Mordred's presence change the World of Westeros?
Notes:
I will admit that I never really got the chance to watch game of Thrones or read any of the books, or even the Merlin TV show. However, I have watched parts of both shows on youtube and followed up on both through fandom sites. I absolutely love both storylines and I feel like I missed out on watching them both while they aired. I absolutely loved the direwolves on game of Thrones and I was so sad when Lady, Greywind, Shaggydog and Summer died. I also love the Merlin Storyline. I absolutely love the character of Mordred and I was so sad when he turned evil. As soon as I get my hands on some Song of ice and Fire books, I will for sure read them.
I came up with the idea for this story by pure accident. I was watching some Game of Throne clips on youtube about Ramsay Bolton. Ramsay is such a great game of Thrones villian. After awhile of watching some more Game of thrones and Merlin clips, I just couldn't help but notice the physical similarities between child Mordred and Ramsay. Then, I thought 'oh man if Ramsay ever had a son, he would probably look a lot like young Mordred'. And, I had always been upset about Mordred's descent into darkness. I always thought it would be great of Mordred could be reborn and then he would be given a chance to redeem himself. Then, it was like a lightbulb went off in my head. And thus, this story was born.
Spoiler: Mordred, being reborn with his magical abilities shall be a very important plot for the story. The plot shall also focus very specifically on Roose Bolton. Can any of you just imagine what Roose would think and do if Ramsay gave him a grandson with magical powers? I actually have this very special image in my head of this. Kudos to anyone who can figure out what it is. Hints: I came up with this image after listening to my favorite songs. Different covers on 'You win or you die' from game of Thrones, plus 'Mordred's lullaby' and 'My lullaby' from Lion King II. Listen to these songs and you should all come up with the same idea.
Chapter 1: Rebirth
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Mordred, opens his eyes to see a gray sky above him. Mordred, sits up to see an endless field of wheat and poppy flowers lies before him. Mordred, looks at the ground around him. The ground around him is meadow like with grass and flowers. Mordred, gets to his feet. He sniffs the air and is immediately confused. He can't smell anything . Nothing at all.
Mordred, blinks and looks at the land around him. The wheat doesn't appear to be blowing in the breeze, so there must not be a breeze. Mordred, then realizes something. He can't physically feel any sensations of hot or cold. He can't feel any kind of wind hitting his skin.
What is going on? Mordred thinks as he looks at his surroundings. Why can't I feel anything?
Mordred, blinks as he thinks back to the last thing he remembers. Mordred, remembers fighting Arthur Pendragon and stabbing his former friend with a sword. Wait...Arthur stabbed him as well. Mordred, rubs his heart as he remembers the wound. It finally occurs to the druid. Arthur killed him. He is dead.
I am dead…, Mordred thinks to himself. This is the afterlife.
Mordred, blinks. Well, he is dead, so now what. Then, Mordred, thinks of his lost love. Kara.
Kara…, Mordred thinks to himself. I can finally be reunited with her. But, where can I find her.
Mordred, turns to his left to sees figures walking through the wheat and flowers. The figures are other spirits. The spirits all seem to be walking aimlessly. Each one of the spirits has a blank look on his or her face. The spirit of a man approaches Mordred.
"Hello." Mordred says to the spirit of the man. "Can you tell me where I can find a girl named Kara? She is about my age with long dark hair."
The spirit man glances at Mordred, but doesn't say anything. The spirit man keeps on walking past Mordred. The other spirits don't pay attention to Mordred. Then, Mordred looks to his left to see a cloud of darkness in the horizon. For some reason, Mordred, feels drawn to the darkness. Without thinking about it anymore, Mordred, starts walking slowly towards the cloud of darkness.
After five minutes of walking Mordred, arrives at a dark field full of wilted grass and dead flowers. The sky above the dark field is grayish, almost black. Spirits who are walking around in the field cast dark auras as they walk. The spirits let out screams of rage. The eyes of all the spirits glow red. Mordred, shivers at the sight of the dark and angry spirits. This place just gives him the creeps. However, through the darkness, Mordred sees a familiar figure. Mordred, cautiously approaches the figure. Mordred, lets out a gasp as he realizes who the figure is. It is his lost love. Kara.
A smile spreads across Mordred's face. Kara…, Mordred thinks to himself happily. However, Mordred's initial joy turns to dread when he realizes something. There is a very dark aura surrounding Kara. Kara's aura is darker than the auras belonging to the other spirits.
Kara…, Mordred thinks as he looks on in horror at the aura. This is not right. Kara, is not evil. Right?
Then, Kara, lets out an enraged scream. The aura surrounding Kara grows even darker. Kara's eyes glow bright red. Mordred, steps back when images appear in the aura. He shivers when he sees the images. The images are absolutely horrifying. In the aura, Mordred, can see Camelot burning to the ground. Mordred, can even hear the anguished screams of Camelot's people as they are consumed by the flames. Fire and blood. That is all Mordred can see. Kara, lets out more enraged screams.
"Death to Camelot!" Kara screams. "Death to all of Camelot!"
Mordred, blinks when another image appears in the dark aura. This image is slightly different. The image is of Arthur and the rest of the knights of the round table, as well as Merlin, are standing around Kara. Arthur, is offering Kara mercy if she stands down and leaves Camelot peacefully. However, Kara, simply refuses. Mordred's eyes widen. Arthur offered Kara mercy a second time and she refused?
"Death to all Pendragons!" Kara screams. "Death to all of Camelot!"
Mordred, cannot speak. He stumbles back from horror and anguish. He takes off running back the way he came.
Mordred, stops running as he reaches a gray pond. Other spirits sit on the edge of the pond and stare into the water with blank stares. Mordred, collapses and looks into the water. If Mordred was able to shed tears he would be crying rivers right now. Kara really was evil and wanted to destroy Camelot. Arthur, tried to reason with her but she couldn't be reasoned with. The young king of Camelot offered Kara mercy and clemency twice . However, Kara was full of darkness and hatred she refused both. Mordred, himself had been too blind to see Kara's darkness. As a result he betrayed Arthur and his fellow knights when Arthur had Kara put to death.
Mordred, blinks as he stares at the water. Mordred had pledged himself to Arthur and as a result he became a knight of Camelot. He had gained respect and friendship from his fellow knights. However, when Kara was executed, Mordred threw all of that away in order to avenge her. But...after seeing what he just saw, Mordred, now realizes that his former love was indeed evil. Was it really worth it then for Mordred to throw away all of his friendships for Kara?
Mordred, blinks again and looks at the sky. When him and Kara were younger, Kara, was so kind and full of life. But, the Kara, that Mordred saw a little while ago is a shadow of what Kara used to be. What changed? Mordred, suddenly remembers something that a wise old druid told him when he was a child. Mordred, had once asked the old druid if beings can be evil from birth. Back then, the answer that the old druid gave Mordred always confused him. However, Mordred finally understands the old druids words. Mordred, closes his eyes.
A young Mordred, runs around the campsite belonging to his druid tribe. Other druid children run around and giggle as well. Adults work on various chores. Mordred, passes an old druid man who is making an herbal draught for a sick tribe member. The old druid is sitting in front of a tent. The old druid's eyes are blue-grey and the old druid has whitish gray hair. Mordred, stops running and stands in front of the old druid. The old druid looks up.
"Master Amantius, I have a question." Young Mordred says.
"Yes, what is it." The old druid, Master Amantius says. "Please be quick. I am busy."
Young Mordred, looks Master Amantius in the eyes. "I was just wondering about good and evil." Young Mordred says. "You and the other masters and elders always tell the other children and I about what makes beings good and evil. Are all living things born good, or can some be born evil?"
Master Amantius's eyes widen slightly. "I have never been asked that question before." Master Amantius says.
However, the old druid simply takes a deep breath. "Humans and magical creatures are not born evil." master Amantius says. "However, they can become evil through living life. Life can change people. Sometimes, change can be for the better. However, change can also be for the worse. Even magical creatures can develop bitterness and resentment during their years alive. Tragedy...hatred...persecution...and loss can darken the heart of any living being. Spells that darken a person's heart can be undone. However, when a person's heart becomes dark naturally, usually nothing can be done to undo the damage. Life can change a person...forever. Nothing can pull them back out of the darkness."
Mordred, closes his eyes. Back then, he didn't understand master Amantius's words. However, with all that has happened, Mordred finally understands what the old druid was trying to tell him. Men and beasts are not born evil, but certain changes can influence them to become evil. Kara, was not born evil, but the tragedies she experienced during her life filled her heart and mind with darkness. Once the darkness got ahold of her heart, there was nothing anyone could do to reverse the damage. Mordred, looks down at the water. He had tried to convince Kara, that Arthur was a better king than his father. However, Kara's hatred consumed her which made her unwilling to give Arthur a chance. She even tried to kill him, and even then Mordred was blind to her darkness.
Mordred, looks at his hands. In Mordred's desire for vengeance, he betrayed Arthur, the king that he pledged himself too. And given the wound that Mordred inflicted upon Arthur, the king probably won't survive. Mordred, blinks a few times. He killed Arthur. He killed his king . The king that he had sworn to protect and serve. When King Arthur had knighted Mordred, the latter had promised to protect Camelot and King Arthur with his life. Mordred, closes his eyes. He did the opposite. He tried to help Morgana destroy Camelot and Arthur.
If Morgana is still alive, then Camelot is doomed. Mordred thinks to himself. I've doomed Camelot.
Mordred, looks at the water. Then, right before Mordred's eyes, the water turns white and forms a shimmering image. The image is of Morgana. Mordred gasps. Morgana...is dead. Merlin, no Emrys, stands above Morgana's body, holding a sword. The magic user must have killed her. Just as it was said that would happen. Mordred, closes his eyes as he watches Merlin, helps Arthur to his feet. Arthur, walks slowly and his breathing is haggard. Mordred, puts his head in his hands. The king is dying and it is all Mordred's fault. Mordred, then thinks back to when he was a child. The day that Merlin almost let him get captured by Camelot's soldiers. Merlin must have known Mordred would be responsible for Arthur's death one way or another. Merlin, had tried to prevent it.
Merlin..no Emry's...must have known what I would grow up to become, Mordred thinks to himself. That is why he almost let the soldiers kill me that day. He knew one day I would kill Arthur. That is why he was always so cold to me.
Mordred, looks up at the gray sky. He killed his king. The king he swore to serve and protect. Mordred, betrayed his fellow knights, whom had shown him nothing but respect and friendship. Mordred, also betrayed all of Camelot, the kingdom that he had sworn to protect. He also betrayed Merlin, no Emrys to Morgana. Mordred, closes his eyes. He wishes that he could take everything back now. But...it is too late for that. He is dead. The dead can't go back in time and change the past.
Mordred, opens his eyes. Suddenly, Mordred hears a strange noise. A flash of bright light to his right catches Mordred's attention. Mordred, looks to see a glowing door to his right.
Wha—what...is that door for, Mordred wonders to himself. For some reason, Mordred, feels drawn to that door. It is almost like it is calling out to him. Then, Mordred hears a faint whisper.
...Go on…, The faint whisper says. Go on.
Mordred, gets up and slowly walks to the door. Once he reaches the door, Mordred, turns the handle and opens the door. On the other side of the door, Mordred, can see a long hallway made of stone. Torches light the way down the hallway. The hallway ends at an opening which glows with bright light. Then, Mordred suddenly hears another faint whisper.
Follow the light…, The faint whisper says.
Without thinking about it, Mordred, starts walking down the hallway. Mordred, hears the door close behind him. Mordred, keeps on walking until he reaches the other side. The light is almost blinding, but Mordred steps into the light anyway. He turns to look behind him. The hallway is gone. Then, Morded, sees a black hole open up in front of him. Mordred, stops walking but he doesn't stop moving. Mordred, looks down to see that his feet are not moving. He is literally floating towards the black hole. Mordred, floats right into the black hole.
A woman with brown hair and brown eyes, stands at the edge of a small bed. The woman is not very old but she is not young either. The wrinkles and bits if gray hair show the woman's age. The woman wears a simple dress that is tan in color. The woman's long hair has been pulled back and long piece of brown cloth keeps the woman's hair tied into a long ponytail.
On the bed lies a teenage girl, barely a woman. The girl lays propped up on the bed. The girl has black hair and blue-grey eyes. The girl's skirts are pulled up and tiny beads of sweat trickle down her face. A small bump rests on the girl's abdomen. The woman looks at the girl.
"You can do it Lena," The woman says to the girl. "Just one more push."
The girl, Lena, lets out a pained gasp. "I can't." Lena says weakly.
"Yes, you can. Just one more push. I can see the head." The woman says.
Lena, lets out a pained sigh. She grunts as she pushes. She lets out a scream. A few moments later, a small baby cry rings out in the air. Lena, looks at the woman, who is holding a squirming baby covered in blood and amniotic fluid.
The woman looks at Lena with a small smile. "You have a healthy boy my dear," The woman says.
Lena, narrows her eyes. "A boy?" Lena asks. Lena, then turns her head away. "A boy." Lena says again, this time with a bitter voice.
"Yes, a little boy with a head of dark hair my dear." The middle aged woman says. The middle aged woman then takes a knife and cuts the umbilical cord. "Now, I have to deliver the afterbirth."
The woman carries the baby over to a table and places the baby on top of an old rag. The table has been placed close to a hearth with a roaring fire. The woman walks back over to Lena's bed.
Mordred, lets out a gasp as he lays upon the old rag. What is going on here…, Mordred thinks. After floating into the black hole Mordred, was completely surrounded by darkness. Mordred couldn't move. It was like he had been confined to a tiny space. But while Mordred had been confined, he felt an odd sensation. Mordred, felt warmth like he had never felt before. He felt safe. Outside his small space, Mordred, could hear muffled sounds. Then, Mordred felt himself moving. The next thing Mordred knew, he was cold and warm hands were wrapped around his body. Mordred, had tried to speak but all that came out was a baby cry. As Mordred, lies upon the cloth he thinks back to his time with his fellow druids. Many druids talked about how souls can be reborn into other bodies after death. Is this what has happened? Has Mordred been reborn? Has he really been given a chance to live another life?
"Alright, now it is time to give your babe a bath." A voice says. Mordred, recognizes the voice as the first voice he heard when he entered the world.
The woman picks up a pitcher of warm water and pours the water into a wooden wash tub. The woman, then picks up Mordred off of the table. Mordred, squirms a little but doesn't make a sound. "He sure is a quiet little fellow." The woman says.
Mordred, then feels water being splashed on his body. Mordred, lets out a few shrieks and cries at the feeling of the water being splashed on his skin. After a few minutes the ordeal is over. Mordred feels something soft being patted on his skin. A towel maybe. Then, Mordred can feel something soft and warm being wrapped around his body. A blanket? Then, Mordred feels himself being carried.
The middle aged woman, holds Mordred as she walks over to the bed. Lena, turns and looks at the middle aged woman. "Here you are Lena, your son. You can hold him now." The middle aged woman says.
Mordred, thinks back to the other voice he heard after entering the world. Lena, must be the owner of the second voice. Lena, must be his mother. Mama…, Mordred thinks.
Lena, turns her head and looks away from the woman. "No, you can take him away." Lena says.
Mordred, feels his heart break a little. His own mother doesn't want to hold him. Why?
The woman blinks and looks down at the baby in her arms. "Why?" The woman asks. "He is your son."
Lena, turns back towards the woman. "You know why Dalia." Lena says with a bitter voice. "That bastard, Ramsay Snow of the Dreadfort. He raped me and then chased me through the forest with his horrid dogs. I barely escaped alive."
Mordred, feels his heart drop. His father is a rapist?
"Now Lena…," The woman, Dalia, says. "It is not the babe's fault. The babe's father might be evil, but that doesn't mean the babe has to be like his father. Just look at him."
Dalia, lowers baby Mordred down a little so that Lena can see him better. Lena, looks at her newborn son. Just then, Mordred's eyes slowly open. Lena, gasps with horror as she stares into two orbs of pale ghost grey eyes. The color looks like dirty ice. "He has the bastard's eyes!" Lena cries out as she leans away.
Mordred, feels his heart drop even more. He sees a blurry figure lean away from him. The figure must be Lena, his mother. He has the eyes of a rapist? Mordred, lets out a small whimper
I'm truly sorry that you hate my eyes mother…, Mordred thinks to himself. I wish that I could change the fact that I have the eyes of your rapist.
Lena, blinks as she looks at the two ghost grey orbs. She then lets out a sigh. "He has the bastard's eyes…," Lena says again. "But...there is something in his eyes that Ramsay didn't have. Innocence."
Mordred, blinks. His mother probably wouldn't say that if she knew about her son's past life.
Dalia, looks at Lena. "All babes start out that way." Dalia says. "Just hold him. You may find that you actually enjoy it."
Mordred, feels himself being passed into another set of hands. Mordred, feels his head being placed into the crook of someone's arm. The arms feel very tense. However, the arms relax after a few minutes. Mordred, blinks again. Maybe his mother will warm up to him after all. Suddenly, Mordred, feels his stomach gurgle a little. Mordred, lets out a whimper and purses his lips into a scowl.
Lena, narrows her eyes at the scowl that her son is making. "Why is he scowling?" Lena asks.
"You haven't nursed him yet." Dalia says. "The poor babe must be getting hungry. Don't worry, I shall tell you what to do. First, you must uncover one of your breasts."
Lena, uses one hand to untie the top of her dress, revealing her right breast. Dalia, nods with approval. "Good…," Kirena says. "Now, hold his mouth up to your breast."
Lena, shifts her son so that his mouth is close to her breast. Soon, Mordred, smells a sweet scent. It smells like...warmed milk.
"Hold his head so that his mouth can latch onto your breast." Dalia says. "Once he is able to latch, he can suckle."
Lena, puts a hand under her son's head and holds him close to her breast. Mordred, blinks as the scent of warm sweet milk gets closer. Almost instinctively, Mordred, opens his mouth and clamps his gums onto the warm skin of Lena's right breast, and begins to suck. Mordred, makes a few sweet suckling noises as he suckles. Dalia, lets out a laugh.
"Oh look at that, the boy is a natural at nursing." Dalia says. After a few minutes, Dalia, stands straight. "What shall you name the boy?" Dalia suddenly asks.
Mordred, feels the arms of his mother tense up again. Suddenly, Mordred, hears a whispering noise. Lena, locks eyes with her son as the latter nurses. The whispering noise is heard again. It now sounds more like a voice. This time Mordred, can make out a word.
...Mordred… , The whispering voice says.
Lena, scowls. "I know just the name." Lena says suddenly with some bitterness. "Mordred!"
Mordred, blinks a few times. His mother must have heard the whispering voice as well.
Dalia, raises a brow. Dalia, may be one of the illiterate smallfolk of Westeros, but she is a good listener. The woman knows what Mordred means. "Mordred?" Dalia asks with uneasiness. "You do know that Mordred means 'pain' right?"
Lena, closes her eyes. "I have endured so much pain because of the child's bastard father." Lena says. "This babe represents my pain. He is the physical representation of my suffering at the hands of Ramsay Snow. The boy must always know and remember what I have had to endure. If the child carries this name, then he shall never forget."
Mordred, feels his mother shift him a little. "My son is also a bastard, Dalia." Lena says. "He must understand that his life will be full of pain and unfairness."
Dalia, raises a brow. "You are also a baseborn bastard Lena." Dalia says. "Your full name is Lena Snow."
Lena, closes her eyes. "That is true." Lena says. "My father is from house Cerwyn. I have gone through pain and suffering because of this. Mordred also carries the blood of the feared House of Bolton in his veins. My son must understand that his life shall be cruel and unfair due to his bastard status and his Bolton blood."
Dalia, takes a deep breath. She realizes that there is no swaying Lena from her decision. However, there is something that must be decided. Dalia, can't imagine that Lena would want to go to the Dreadfort and face Ramsay again, but Ramsay must acknowledge Mordred as his son in order for Mordred, to receive the bastard surname Snow. Even if the mother herself is a baseborn bastard with a noble father, a child's father , noble or a bastard must acknowledge the child in order for the child to have a bastard surname.
"I hate to ask this, but are you going to take Mordred to the Dreadfort for Ramsay to acknowledge?" Dalia asks. "Mordred, will only be able to use the bastard surname Snow if Ramsay acknowledges him."
Lena, frowns. "Of course not!" Lena says. "I don't care if Mordred receives the name Snow or not. If Ramsay ever got his hands on my son, he would turn the boy into a little copy of himself. I just know he would. Ramsay would make certain to destroy any innocence within this child. "
Lena, takes a deep breath. "If I can help it, Ramsay will never know about this child." Lena says.
Lena, then glances down at Mordred. Lena, narrows her eyes. "Mordred, shall grow up to hate the vile man, just as much as I do." Lena says with a bitter voice. "However, if the day comes that Mordred meets his bastard father...and the boy truly loves me, then he shall avenge my pain at the hands of his father."
Mordred, blinks a few times. If only his mother knew the truth about him. If only she knew that Mordred, is really his name.
Dalia, cleans up in the kitchen of the inn that she runs with her husband Tomas, their children, and Tomas's family. The inn has been in Tomas's family for many generations. Tomas, and each of his four brothers have small strips of land that sit right next to each other. Everyday, while Dalia, her daughters, her husband's good-sisters, and nieces work in the inn, The men and boys work the fields behind the inn.
Dalia, grabs a wooden bucket full of vegetable peelings. She walks out of the kitchen and opens up a wooden door leading outside. Outside, there sits a pile of vegetable peelings, some straw and tiny pieces of wood. Dalia and her family compost whatever waste they have. The resulting compost goes in their gardens. Dalia, dumps the waste onto the pile. She grabs a handmade shovel and turns the waste a little. Dalia, looks out towards the horizon. Faraway, to the east of the inn, sits the faint outline of the top of a stone castle. Dalia, shivers a little. The Dreadfort. Home to House Bolton, the scourge of the north. Home to Ramsay Snow. Dalia, quickly heads inside and closes the door behind her. She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. Dalia, sets the bucket down by the door and rinses her hands with a little water. Dalia, grabs a wooden bowl and heads over to an iron kettle which sits above a low fire. Dalia, ladles some soup into the bowl and then places the bowl on a wooden tray. Dalia, places a small loaf of bread next to the bowl. Dalia, then picks up the tray and walks over to a door. The door is slightly ajar. Dalia, uses her arm to push the door open. Inside, there are beds which sit against the thick walls. A large hearth sits against the north wall. The heat from the fire warms the entire room. Above the room sits a large loft. The loft is where Dalia's older sons and older nephews sleep. The beds on the ground are for Dalia and her husband, her good brothers and their wives, Dalia's daughters and nieces, and her younger sons and nephews. Dalia, silently walks over to a bed. On the bed, Lena, sits propped up against some straw pillows. Lena, currently shares this bed with Dalia's daughters and nieces.
A reed basket sits next to Lena. Inside the basket lies baby Mordred. Mordred, sleeps soundly in his wrappings. Lena, looks up from her mending. Dalia, sets the tray down on a small homemade wooden table. Lena, nods and puts the garment she is mending down in her lap. Lena, reaches over and picks up the bowl of soup along with a spoon.
"Thank you." Lena says as she eats a few bites of the hearty looking soup. "Hmm, this soup is very good. What is in it?"
"Mutton." Dalia simply says. "I used the heart, tongue, and kidneys as well. I just chopped everything very finely so all of the meat would be nice and tender. I also added herbs, potatoes, peas, parsnips, and carrots."
Lena, eats another spoonful of soup. "This soup is very good, thank you Dalia." Lena says as she swallows.
Dalia, blinks as she watches Lena eat. Lena, then sets the bowl of down soup. Lena, then picks up the loaf of bread and takes a few bites of it. "Lena, I have a suggestion for you." Dalia says. "You said that you did not want Ramsay Snow finding out about Mordred. I fear that if you stay here he shall."
Lena, stops eating. She knows exactly what Dalia is talking about. "Are you saying that I should leave?" Lena asks.
Dalia, nods her head. "Yes, I fear so." Dalia says. "Before you know it Mordred will be waddling around. Once the boy starts walking he will be able to wander off. If someone sees his eyes and realizes that he has Bolton blood, word would then reach the Dreadfort and Ramsay Snow. The bastard may realize that you are the boy's mother and come after you."
Lena's eyes widen when she thinks of that happening. Dalia, sighs. "If that day comes I won't be able to protect you or your son." Dalia says. "Therefore, you should take your son and leave. Preferably, you should go to lands under the lordship of a different Northern lord. That will make it more difficult for Ramsay Snow to find you."
Lena, blinks sadly. "I would hate to leave." Lena says. "You have been so good to me."
"I will hate to see you go as well." Dalia says. "I still remember the day you stumbled into the village square, bruised and bleeding. I could tell that you had been through alot. I decided to help you."
"Help me you did." Lena says. "You tended my wounds and helped me to recover. You gave me a safe place to stay after I found out that I was pregnant. I can't thank you enough."
Dalia, smiles. "It is my pleasure." Dalia says. "I enjoy helping others."
After a few minutes, Dalia, places a hand on Lena's shoulder. "I was just thinking," Dalia says. "Maybe you should go back to the lands of your father's noble house. I am sure that you would be safe there."
Lena, frowns and closes her eyes. "My father is from house Cerwyn." Lena says. "My mother was a woman from a brothel next to the Cerwyn's Castle. My father acknowledged me but he never supported me. When I was five, my mother and I were kicked out of the brothel I was born in. My mother went to Castle Cerwyn and begged my father for a little money, not much, just a little. My father refused and sent my mother and I away. My mother and I spent the next eight years of my life walking from brothel to brothel, inn to inn, trying to find food, shelter, and work. My father didn't help me then, he won't now."
"I didn't mean you had to go ask for help from your father." Dalia says. "Just settle down in Cerwyn lands. You will be away from the Dreadfort."
Lena, frowns and turns her head. "I am not going back to Cerwyn lands." Lena says. "I promised myself I would never go back there."
Dalia, sighs. "Well, then I think the best place for you and your son is White Harbor." Dalia says. "White Harbor is a thriving place with lots of work. And...it is far away from the Dreadfort. I will warn you though, it shall be a very long journey from here."
Lena, raises a brow. "White Harbor?" Lena asks. "I've always wanted to see White Harbor. I have also heard that it is a nice place. I don't care that it will be a long walk. I am willing to walk that far for safety."
Dalia, looks down at baby Mordred in his basket. "Your son must get stronger before you can travel." Dalia says. "I would say at least a week before you can travel with the little ladd."
As Dalia and Lena talk, Mordred listens closely from inside his basket. Even though Mordred is asleep, he can still hear the conversation between the two women. From an earlier conversation, Mordred heard many strange words and names. Westeros, was one of them. Mordred, only heard the word Westeros from an old story he remembered hearing as a child. Some old druids claimed that through their magic they could see into different worlds. In one story told by such an old druid, there was another world with magic and dragons. The dragons were used by an ancient people, called dragonlords, to build a grand civilization. However, the grand civilization was built near many volcanoes. One day all of the volcanoes erupted at once, killing all of the dragons in the area and destroying the grand cities of the civilization. A family of dragonlords and some dragons survived on a far away island. Then, the surviving dragonlords conquered a continent called Westeros .
Have I really been reborn into another world? Mordred thinks to himself. Well, I suppose that would explain the strange words and phrases.
Mordred, shifts a little as he thinks of something else. Maybe it is best for him to be reborn into a different world. No one in this world would know of his dark past. Mordred, can imagine that his name is now infamous and hated in Camelot. Suddenly, Mordred, feels his belly rumble. Mordred, opens his eyes and whimpers. He lets out a small cry. Lena, picks Mordred up and cradles the little bundle in her arms.
"It has been a while since you fed the little ladd." Dalia says. "He must be hungry again. Uncover your breast and see if he will latch."
Lena, uncovers her right breast. Mordred, instinctively latches and begins suckling. Dalia, laughs again. "Your boy is a natural, Lena."
Lena, blinks a few times. "But...he is so quiet." Lena says. "Aren't babies supposed to cry all the time?"
Dalia, just smiles. "Some babies cry all the time and some don't." Dalia says. "You are very lucky that your little ladd is so quiet."
Dalia, then narrows her eyes and leans in closer. "I've heard many rumors regarding Ramsay Snow." Dalia says. "There is probably one explanation for his vileness. People say that Ramsay himself was conceived through rape."
Lena's eyes widen. "Do you think that is true?" Lena asks.
Dalia, narrows her eyes. "As the story goes…," Dalia begins. "Lord Bolton hung a miller because the miller had married without Lord Bolton's consent. Then, Lord Bolton took the miller's wife and raped her underneath the tree from where he hung her husband."
Lena, gasps with horror. "That...is horrible." Lena says.
Mordred, blinks a few times. He heard a word for that kind of behavior back in Camelot. Deranged.
Lena, looks at her son. "But...my son was also conceived through rape." Lena says with some worry.
"I also heard a rumor that Ramsay was the kind of baby who cried alot." Dalia says. "After Ramsay was born his mother took him to the Dreadfort for Lord Bolton to acknowledge. People say that Ramsay squalled and cried the entire time...and look at how he turned out. Your son being quiet may be a good thing."
Lena, blinks a few times. "And if I keep my son away from Ramsay, things should be ok." Lena says with some relief.
Dalia, smiles and nods. "All you can do is raise your son to be honorable and respectful." Dalia says. "It is how I raised my sons. They have turned into good men and boys."
Lena, frowns when she thinks of something. "I wonder then how Ramsay's mother raised him, given how he turned out." Lena says. "What kind of woman was she?"
Dalia, frowns as well. "That is a good question." Dalia says. "And unfortunately I do not have any answers to that question. However, Ramsay has spent some of his life within the Dreadfort and just think of how his father is."
Dalia, looks back towards the door. She picks up the tray with the now empty bowl. "I am sorry but I have to return to work." Dalia says. "I shall return before sundown with some more food."
Dalia, leaves the room. Lena and Mordred are now alone in the room. Lena, sighs and leans back. She glances down Mordred, who is still nursing. "I will be damned if I let you turn into another Ramsay Snow." Lena says. "I can see innocence in you. I will not let your vile father take that away."
Mordred, blinks as he suckles. He thinks of what he just heard. His father's family sounds like a bunch of vile lunatics. Mordred, also thinks of his past. Slowly, the reborn druid makes a promise to himself.
I will not go down the path of evil again…, Mordred thinks to himself. I will grow up to be a better man that I was.
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