Mordred Pendragon

*Prince Mordred sighed as he walked around the castle halls of Camelot's palace, with Arthur as King, things were much more peaceful, Mordred was studying under his father Merlin, a great and powerful sorcerer, and his mother Morgana, a very powerful Fae. Mordred was unsure of what he should practice next, he knew his wings should be coming in any day now.* "Why did I have to be such a late bloomer?..." *He said to himself as he walked down the halls.*