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Hello all! I found this song online (well, actually Iris told me to go look it up online) and I absolutely LOVED it. It’s kind of a dark lullaby that Morgan Le Fay would sing to Mordred. The story about Mordred (that is, if you don’t watch BBC’s Merlin, in which Mordred’s backstory is different) is that he is the son of Morgan and her half-brother, Arthur; he was raised by Morgan to be the bane of Arthur. It’s a great song, rather creepy but still amazing. All credits for the song go to the wonderful Heather Dale. I hope you enjoy the fic, which is kind of based around the song. Note: It’s in the same AU as the other short fics I’ve been publishing lately; in this story line, Qui-Gon did not die, and it’s Obi-Wan and not Anakin who is the Chosen One. (Hence the “stolen birthright” in the last verse, before the chorus, from Sidious’ point of view. Made things interesting.) Anyway, enjoy!

Mordred’s Lullaby

                Sharya shudders as she holds her newborn son close. She knows she doesn’t have long to spend with him. Her time grows short. She breathes in, out, focusing on each pulse, the essence of her own life held in her own arms as the life that is left in her fades away.

Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

                Qui-Gon takes the boy’s hand in his own, gripping it firmly. Another innocent child by his side for as long as he will train him. This is the third Padawan he’s taken, and will probably be his last. He is determined to teach this boy all he knows, and not to let him fall, as long as he is given to guide this child. The Force gives and it takes away, like Time both benefactor and creeping thief.

Guileless son, I’ll shape your belief

And you’ll always know that your father’s a thief

And you won’t understand the cause of your grief

But you’ll always follow the voices beneath

                The ghosts of long gone times swirl around him in his dreams at night, whispering to him. The saints protect him, and the angels, his departed brothers and sisters, guide his way. He is given this life for one purpose, and one purpose only.

To redeem the lost souls, and to free the holy ones.

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, only to me.

                Another day came, another voice sang the lullaby. Tahl leans over her friend’s ward, ghosting gentle fingers over perfectly smooth cheeks. It has been entrusted to her to protect and nurture the young life before her, and she will discharge her duty, even if it kills her. Even if she goes to the grave in silence, at least she will do one thing worthwhile.

Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

                Obi-Wan watches as Padme follows Anakin away, feeling deep within that something is breaking, even as a bond that has long lain dormant re-asserts itself. He knows there is something between them, but he does not speak his thought aloud. He is not going to give Anakin’s secret away. How can he? How can he violate their trust?

Guileless son, your spirit will hate her,

The flower who married my brother the traitor,

And you will expose his puppeteer behavior

For you are the proof of how he betrayed her.

                Ghostly fingers brush across his cheek in the night. She is here again; his savior, his guardian angel. She has come to help him again, to aid him through the dark watches that do not ease his rest. She is the goddess of mercy, the one who offers hope without limit, though not unmingled with pain, aiding him through the difficult nights.

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, only to me.

                He isn’t sleeping soundly. Padme rushes into the room. Her “ward” is moving restlessly on the bed, not really awake, not truly asleep. Padme tries to hush him, but without success. Shmi rushes in to Padme’s aid. Pressing the man’s shoulders down, she quickly calms him with a lullaby. Looking down at her friend, Padme wondered, thinking how childlike and innocent he looks.

Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

                Sidious watches from afar as the young Jedi continues to live and grow and discover his own true power. As far as Sidious is concerned, the man before him is not the true Chosen One, but a usurper. Skywalker deserves the power, should have had the power. And a false fulfiller of prophecy can not be allowed to live. The Chosen One will die.

Guileless son, each day you grow older

Each moment I’m watching my vengeance unfold,

For the child of my body, the flesh of my soul

Will die in returning the birthright he stole.

                The Dark Lord’s mind is turned to something else, poisoning Skywalker’s mind, making him believe in lies, pulling him into the twisted maze of the Dark Side. It is only a matter of time until he can turn his pawn fully into the Dark, and set him against the Chosen One.

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty,

Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, only to me.

                Sharya hovers beside the bed of her son, protecting him, humming the lullaby once again. She can not protect him from his destiny, but she can prepare him for it.

Hush child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep

Child, the darkness will rise from the deep

And carry you down into sleep.

                The time is coming, coming fast, when their world will be changed forever. The tides of fate are rushing them on and on, faster and faster, toward a confrontation.

Light against Dark, once and for all. And only one can prevail.

Okay, I kind of forgot to mention… Padme and Obi-Wan managed to buy Shmi’s freedom, and Shmi is now helping Padme out as a Senator’s aide. Yeah. Confusing… sorry about that. :-S

A link to the song this is based off can be found here.

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