User blog comment:Merlin artist/Another competition.../@comment-4190137-20120928124029

Here is mine:

Alvarr was anxiously running through the woods shouting "MORDRED! MORDRED WHERE ARE YOU!?" He felt like he had been running for ages, but it had only been hours after Morgana helped him flee Camelot. Alvarr was running as fast as he could. The Crystal of Neahtid was far from his mind, he no longer cared about it. He just wanted to find Mordred, for his destiny was greater than any others. As Alvarr was running, he noticed that there was a village in sight. Alvarr knew that he was near the place where the Battle over the Crystal occurred, so Mordred couldn’t have gone far from where he was, so stopping for hospitality for one night wouldn’t be so harmful. As Alvarr was walking into the village, he saw a sign saying “Howden”, he then assumed that it was the village’s name. He then walked to a room which appeared to be the town’s tavern. As soon as he walked inside he all of the sudden heard glasses smashing, music being played, and a man with long brown hair running around the place being chased by two thugs. The thugs were shouting “give me my money you thief!” The man was just running in circles and they were just chasing him. The man ran past Alvarr and then hid under a table. Suddenly, Alvarr saw Knights of Camelot enter through the other entrance at the back of the tavern. Alvarr suddenly dove under the table where the man was hiding. Everyone in the tavern stopped moving once they saw the knights. The first knight, he had long blonde hair, he shouted, “by order of Uther Pendragon, King of Camelot, I, Sir Leon, invoke the right to question this town if this town know anything of the whereabouts of the sorcerer escapee, Alvarr?” Suddenly a man jumped in front of Sir Leon, he held out his hand to shake and started speaking fast, “Hello dear knight sir, I’m John Howden, the elder of this village; we know nothing about any sorcerer, nothing!” Leon rejected the hand shake and informed John, “but we shall search the town, he could be hiding anywhere. He’s dangerous!” Suddenly, Alvarr heard a whisper, it was the man with long brown hair, “eh? Is it you? The escapee they’re talking about?” Alvarr didn’t know the man, he asked, “who are you?” The man smiled, he held out his hand and said, “Gwaine”, Alvarr reluctantly shook it. Then the two thugs pursued the room again, once Sir Leon finished speaking, looking for Gwaine. Just as the thugs were walking towards the table Alvarr and Gwaine were hiding under, Gwaine grabbed Alvarr, and panted in a charismatic way, “run!” Before Alvarr could say anything, Gwaine pulled Alvarr and dragged him as he ran. The two thugs both shouted “get him!” before Leon turned around and pointed at Alvarr and shouted, “there!” Both two thugs and the two knights were now chasing them. Both Gwaine and Alvarr ran towards the exit, but one of the thugs jumped in there way, Alvarr raised his hand and casted a spell, “Hleap on bæc!” The thug flung into the wall and fell to the ground, knocked out. Gwaine was in slight shock, but this time Alvarr grabbed Gwaine by the robes and dragged him as they both ran out the tavern. Alvarr saw two horses, he shouted to Gwaine, “to the horses!” they both then ran to the horses before mounting them and riding off. “So… you have magic eh? asked Gwaine as they were riding, it was now morning, Alvarr knew that he saw him cast that spell so he knew Gwaine wouldn’t buy it if he lied. “Yes, I do”, said Alvarr. “Hmm… once I knew a guy who had magic, he had an ugly scar across his face, he went to Camelot to get revenge to Uther, and he er… died so it seemed.” “What was his name?” asked Alvarr curiously. “Edwin, Edwin Muirden”, said Gwaine. “Never heard of him but my sympathy goes to anyone who fell at the hands of Uther.” Alvarr was keeping his eyes out while on the horse looking eerily in each direction in case he saw Mordred, however he saw nothing but the trees of the woods. After a few minutes, Gwaine spoke again, “anyway, I better head off now. Riding around in the middle of nowhere is not my type of thing. It’s been nice knowing you… Alvarr,” Alvarr gave a weak smile as Gwaine turned his horse around and rode it in the opposite direction. Alvarr continued his search, he continuously shouted “MORDRED!” however he received no response. Suddenly, he heard a voice, it sounded like a voice of an old croaky woman, he turned his head to where the voice was coming from, to his surprise, he saw a hovel under a tree. He stopped and eerily concentrated in case he heard the voice again, he heard it speak his name, “Alvarr”, it was like the voice knew he was there. He immediately ran towards the noise, he then noticed that there was a door in the tree. Alvarr had no sword so he needed to rely on only his magic in case he needed it. He cautiously opened the door of what appeared to be a tree. Inside he saw a grey feminine figure which appeared to be a… thing. The thing spoke “Alvarr, or should I say… Bercilak.” “Bercilak?” asked Alvarr. “You are destined for greatness, yet your beard is only small”, said the croaky old female. “What are you talking about? Who are you?” asked Alvarr. “I am the Dochraid, I have seen your future; you are destined to be the Green Knight, where you will then be known as ‘Bercilak’”. Alvarr looked confused, before asking “tell me more?” The Dochraid then looked down like her mind had gone blank, “that is all I know of, but there is someone that can help you. He is a creature from hell, he lives in a cave in the Feorre Mountains, it as green as nature itself…” Alvarr had travelled to the Feorre Mountains, located in Cenred’s kingdom. He was riding on his horse down the pathway until he noticed a green hut on the side of the pathway, the hut was green like nature had cursed it. He walked inside, he was expecting to see another creature like the Dochraid, but he saw something way different, it was a green lizard looking humanoid. The creature leaped towards Alvarr and bowed, “oh dear Bercilak, you are finally here.” Alvarr proclaimed, “my name is Alvarr, not Bercilak. What do you know about the Green Knight?” The creature rose and spoke, “I have no name sir, but I am a green devil, and why sir, you are the Green Knight: if I were locked in my armour on a great horse, no one here could match me with their feeble powers, you are destined for greatness and it is all within that great Green Armour.” The green devil then turned his head to the green armour that was on his right, hanging on the wall. Before continuing, “It is your destiny to be the green presence in Albion who guides Arthur’s Bane to his ultimate battle.” “Arthur’s Bane is Mordred, the prophets I saw as a child foresaw as such, he is truly the one destined to murder Arthur, son of Uther, but by sword or by magic, I will protect Mordred, and if I am to be this Green Knight you speak of on the way then so be it, but Mordred’s destiny is greater than all others.” The green creature bowed again before saying, “then dear Alvarr sir, you should now be known as Bercilak, the Green Knight.” Alvarr gave a weak smile, before he dressed the armour that was hanging by the wall on himself. Alvarr walked out of the green hut like he was a new person, now called Bercilak and known as the legendary Green Knight. After days of searching, Alvarr; Bercilak; the Green Knight, found Mordred. He knew of his destiny and of his own. He told Mordred many times from then on, “we must bide our time until Arthur and Camelot is at its time of feeling at its safest and secure, then we make our move,” Mordred gave a reluctant smirk every time he said that.

THE END

The story was left in a cliffhanger but that's the idea! :D

I hope you liked it despite the end being slighly rushed. :)