To Kill a Pendragon

After Uther's latest temper tantrum, Arthur, Gwen, Morgana and Merlin decide to kill Uther; This is there plotting… Probably a One-Shot but might continue if wanted.

For reasons mostly unknown to even themselves they agreed to Gwen's murderous preposition. Gwen was heartbroken after her fathers death and thought of all the people wrongly accused of sorcery of Uther's reign. She disliked the unspoken agreement- don't worry, I won't tell the king, we all know he's crazy. When Morgana had her nightmares about what would happen when Arthur faced the questing beast, she didn't dare mention them to her guardian. Arthur couldn't get very far with his father unless he had cold, hard proof that smacked the king in-between his eyes. Neither she nor Arthur could ever have a future together as long as the tyrant sat on the throne.

Morgana was no stranger to plotting against her guardian. She'd always held Uther responsible for her fathers death. She hated that he'd also had Gwens father killed, and all of the people ever accused of magic. If Morgana ever slipped up and Uther found out about her magic… Uther would be the one killing her.

Arthur had also tried to kill his father before, when Morgause summoned up the supposed sprit of his mother who told him why she'd really died. He'd suffered terrible humiliation from the king before and couldn't trust him farther than he could through him. He still loved his father but one can only go through so much before he snaps. He knew he would regret his decision later but now the citizens of Camelot needed relief from their tyrant. Arthur also wanted to marry Gwen, which wasn't possible with Uther. Anytime he fell in love with someone his father blamed magic and, even if that had been the case a few times, he didn't want Gwen accused as a witch again and burnt.

Merlin was the most apprehensive about the assassination. On one hand, Uther was a terrible murderer, killing many innocent people. He was a hypocrite, a madman, a downright disgusting man. He'd slaughtered people like him and creatures of magic who didn't harm anyone. The king would kill Merlin without hesitation. (And although Merlin didn't know that if Uther lived, his own father would be killed, he did have a feeling much suffering would occur if the tyrant lived)

Then again, Arthur would never forgive himself if he killed his own father. Merlin wasn't sure his own conscience would ever live with murdering someone. Although Merlin had killed, it was always in the heat of battle. He had never woke up one day thinking, "Hmm, I'm going to kill someone today!" and make intricate plans about it. Uther was also Gaius's friend…

But in the end he was convinced he was tired of waiting for the king to die of natural causes so Arthur could finally be king and things could begin to get better.

"Arthur," Gwen asked, "What do you suggest?"

Arthur walked into the throne room, clutching d silver dagger.

"Arthur! What are you doing?"

Arthur just smiled and threw the dagger at his father's throat.

"You'd never be that heartless Arthur, give it up." Morgana remarked.

Arthur snapped back to reality,

"What? It's a good plan, simple."

"And then the guards would do something and people would know you'd murdered your way to the throne!" Morgana argued, "What about…"

"Morgana! What a nice surprise!" Uther Pendragon greeted his ward,

"No, it's not a nice surprise," Morgana spat venomously, "I need to tell you something… in private…"

"Guards, leave us!" The king commanded imperiously, "What is it Morgana?"

Morgana glared at him,

"Now you're going to burn!" And set his cloak on fire-

"Wait, what?" Arthur demanded, "How…?"

Gwen blanched as she and Arthur put two and two together. Morgana shot a fugitive glace at Merlin who shrugged in horror, there was nothing he could do to help her.

"Your dreams…" Gwen reflected,

"Morgana, are you really…? Are you really a sorcereress?" Arthur wondered tentatively, Morgana sighed and looked down.

"Yes Arthur, I have magic. Uther would kill me if he knew- That's why I didn't tell you. I only found out recently but… I never meant you to find out like this…"

Arthur notices Merlin's lack of surprise,

"You knew?" Merlin nodded and Arthur turned to Morgana, "You told Merlin before you told me?" That was just insulting! The girl who was like a sister to him told his servant before him!

Morgana shrugged,

"I'm sorry. I'm not evil though, so don't worry about me being corrupted."

"I'd think you corrupted the magic before anything corrupted you, you're just to stubborn! I would never think you where evil!" Arthur drew her into a deep hug.

"So you accept it just like that?" Morgana smiled shakily,

"I've seen you have your nightmares," Gwen answered for the both of them, "I know no one would ever wish that on themselves. I cannot begrudge you for not telling me."

"Though I am wondering what ever possessed you to tell such a thing to Merlin. I mean, he is Merlin!" Arthur complained,

"You'd understand if you were there." Morgana explained.

Merlin briefly wondered about confessing his talent but thought better of it.

After a few more moments of exclaiming over Mprgana's magic the party went back to there plotting-

Gwen arranged the Kings room. The king came in, ignoring her. She left with a curtsy as Uthur sat on his favorite plushy chair. He leaned back and, with a strangled cry, impaled himself with a knife cleverly sown into the back of his chair.

No one ever knew which assassin planted this knife and it was a mystery even generations from now.

"I never knew you had a dramatic side Gwen," Merlin commented. Arthur took offense and challenged him,

"I doubt you can do any better, idiot."

"I can to, Dollophead!"

"No you can't Merlin."

"Yes I can, Clotpole! I'll prove it!"

The feast was bright and merry. Food glistened with promises of a full belly and wine was passed around, making everyone slightly tipsy.

Then Merlin-

The king was now dead. It was as if-

No one could find who, if anyone, had killed Uther.

Arthur was crowned King of Camelot and destroyed the law-

He also found his-

And HAPPLIY EVER AFTER!

Everyone blinked. There where many plot holes and nothing made sense. Arthur was about to confront him about this but Merlin realized how confusing his story was without any mention of magic or destiny.

"Er, sorry. I mean-"

Merlin held up a waterskin to the king.

"Why are you holding up a dirty… waterskin, servant?" Uther demended,

"Er…" Merlin blushed,

"Arthur you can't interrupt his plot" Morgana complained,

"Father would never drink something given to him by Merlin, especially not a waterskin from no where!"

"Arthur, hush," Gwen told him.

The scene changed to the dining hall.

"Again, Merlin? Do you just like killing people at dinner? Is it appetizing you for heads to roll as you bring out the chicken?" Arthur interrupted again,

Merlin ignored him and served Uther a goblet of wine,

"A toast" Uther stood and raise his glass. When he took a sip he collapsed into seizures until he no longer breathed.

"Personally, I like my way." Arthur folded his arms with stubbornness,

"Oh, please, you'd get caught with no respect!" Morgana smirked,

"Now that's creepy." Gwen gave her a little look before apologizing profusely, Morgana waved her hand with dismissal,

"I can work with creepy. You're going to see my handy little smirk until the butcher is dead."

"Oh, what a thought," Arthur shivered in mock fear, "Then we must get this over with quickly."

"It's just how?" Merlin questioned.

"More plotting!" Morgana smirked.