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A SORCERER WHO HAS LIVED FOR A THOUSAND YEARS AND HALF AGAIN,
WHOSE POWER NEVER STOPPED GROWING.

History is written by the victors.

Traitor. Adulterer. Usurper. Abomination. Mordred has heard these many times, and others, but he is too old and too tired to correct them.

Myth is much crueler than history, at times, and Arthurian legend has passed down in countless retelling throughout the centuries. Every story told by a new person becomes a little different. Eventually, it becomes difficult to remember what was ever true at all. Very seldom do remnants of the past linger long enough to question, and those that do find it easier to stop caring.

The only truth that matters is that the death of King Arthur was prophesied, and unavoidable. Another truth is that Mordred ignored the warnings that their destinies were irrevocably tied. The blessed favorite of Morgan le Fay, Mordred himself was raised with magic in his blood, a power which would grow exponentially for as long as he lived. Unfortunate indeed was the omen that foretold his death in battle against the great king... but a young sorcerer can be manipulated by those who believe that fate can be turned aside. Or be made irrelevant.

Then there is a truth known to very few indeed: a curse, set upon the mystical sword Excalibur by the legendary wizard, Merlin, in vengeance upon the living downfall of King Arthur. When Arthur drove the sword through Mordred's body; though mortally wounded, the king himself was borne away to Avalon, but Mordred found that no one came for him. Not his lady benefactor, none of the Fair Folk upon the distant island. Instead, his life simply poured away into the earth until darkness swallowed it.

But then it caught. And Mordred found himself reborn.

Again. ...And, again. And again... again, and again, and again

The curse does not let him die, and yet he is never allowed to truly live. Endlessly his life begins again with a new birth, a wondrous gift to some -- but for Mordred, constantly reclaiming the memories of every single life before became an unbearable burden. And never would his life count to last. Death comes swift for him, every time. A violent death, painful, bloody -- penance for the agony he inflicted upon his mortal enemy in the first life he ever lived. He has never made it to forty.

Yet, the one thing Merlin did not -- perhaps could not -- do is suppress the power living inside the half-immortal boy. For centuries that power has only grown stronger, as Mordred feeds it with knowledge and research and constant effort, swearing that each short life will be spent pursuing the eternal pulse of magic in the world, until he finally comes upon an end to this infernal torment.

Might as well make the best of things.