Chances of Fate.
This is my first FanFic so be gentle, but honest! Enjoy.
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Preface
As summer began to show its face in Camelot no one knew what truly lay ahead as more and more things that were once so clear and certain started to be darkened by the evil that lay waiting, ready to finish the ancient city and its people when given the chance. It was clear that Camelot needed to align its self with those willing to help and fast, but with the line between ally and adversary no longer easy to identify Uther was not going to risk taking a chance on getting it wrong, still reeling from the heavy betrayal delivered by Morgana he was becoming increasingly distant, his anger and hatred for all things magical growing by the day. Taking his many frustrations out on his son was becoming a considerably frequent occurrence and nothing seemed likely to change that any time soon. With the weight of expectation on him all Arthur could do was to hope that he had enough strength to protect those who needed him but what he did not know was that before the glorious summer was out his strength would be tested in such a way that could not only end him but the precious city that he held so dear and had fought so hard to protect.
