Summary: Kilgharrah's thoughts as he escapes Camelot
Word Count: 261
Author's Notes: None
The sky was full of stars.
It had been so very long since he'd been trapped, buried alive beneath the earth, that now the heavens above him seemed almost a dream. Scattered light, white and gold and red spilling above him, was wondrous new. The moon, too, a near-forgotten face, was bright and full; it felt familiar, right, a friend welcoming him back at long last.
Kilgharrah wanted to laugh with joy.
An instant later, tasting freedom for the first time in decades, he leapt into the sky. Higher and higher, feeling the cool wind under his wings, seeing the infinity below and above him, he soared.
For a moment or two, his mind was brilliant with ecstasy; the knowledge that he was free was too wondrous to taint with thoughts of fire and death and sweet, sweet revenge.
It was only when he heard the cacophony of bells below and saw the towers of Camelot corrupting the evening sky that he remembered again what had been done to him so many years ago and by whom.
Uther Pendragon, the betrayer of vows, the murderer of magic. A tyrant king thinking himself immune to the consequences of his actions, and yet he deserved the same fate as the innocents he'd condemned.
To burn, to die screaming in agony.
It was up to Kilgharrah to seal that monster's fate, to finally rid the world of Uther Pendragon. He would raze Camelot to the ground if necessary but Uther would burn for all he'd done.
And if everyone burned with him, so be it.