This body is called Mordred: its soul is sin, its heart is evil, its form is that of a dragon. It bears the name of rebellion, and symbolizes disaster and the end. It turns truth into endless illusion, the nightmare of betrayal into painful reality, and the heaven of life into the other shore of death. Welcome to the land of the widowed.
Having become Mordred, I set out on a different kind of journey. Mordred: "I swear here that I will become a knight. Glory is my life." Beneath that solemn oath lies rebellion, lies disaster. "I will bring disaster upon you all. My name is... Mordred!!" The age of Great Britain... the dragon race...?
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Also, one last important thing... Updates are irregular.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
