Kim stands with her eyes closed, waiting, while the ground shivers under her feet and the wind rises, carrying the scent of an ancient sea.

She will have to face it soon enough, but for now she has closed her eyes, forcing back the tears that threaten-- but how could one not weep? He had been young, then, young and afraid of what prophecy bore, and so he had given the order and the children had been slain.

All the children had died, save the one he sought to have killed, save for Mordred-- innocent they had been, entrusted to him and betrayed.

Childslayer.

Kim opens her eyes, looking up at the bright stars above-- and then realizes that she is not alone.