The sound of clashing metal echoed throughout the room as one man focused in on his opponent. His blue eyes held anger as he swung his weapon down on his opponent, his mothers words clashing through his head at each clang of the metal swords. 'he was desperate for an heir. Without a son the Pendragon Dynasty couldn't continue but I couldn't conceive.' The Prince gave a war cry and swung faster, swinging his sword with all his might as it hit the stone pillar of the castle. However the murderer's movements skills were quick and still sharp as he dodged out of the way.

'[He] betrayed me. He went to the sorceress Nimueh and asked for her help in conceiving a child. You were born of magic.' He was born of magic. The very thing he spent his entire life destroying, killing and eliminating. Arthur never asked why... he always trusted the killer at his word since he was a child. He had no reason to question it. [He] has deceived you as he has deceived me. to create a life a lie must be taken. [He] knew that.' Arthur yelled again as his movements grew faster, his hits aiming for the right spots. He could tell his opponent was growing tired, growing weaker the faster Arthur got. The Prince did another spin as he kicked the man hard into the throne chair as he finally disarmed him. Arthur shoved his hand onto the unarmed mans shoulder, his sword now pressing into his side as he made eye contact once more. 'He sacrificed my life. . .' The Prince shoved his sword straight through the heart, where he knew his mothers killer would never draw breath again. Arthur then drew his sword out and gave a loud screaming yell as he whipped his sword around and hacked off the Kings head in one quick clean and precise blow across the neck. Blood splattered up upon Arthurs face as he stood there breathing heavily, his hands holding his blood covered sword as he stared at the body of his enemy. The man who finally got what he deserved. The man who killed his mother. His own father.

Suddenly the doors burst open as Merlin came rushing into the room. "ARTHUR!" he yelled out in a quick hurried voice. "Do you really want to-" he trailed off as his eyes widened in shock at what was before him. "N-no... Arthur you- you didn't-" Merlin said in shock as he suddenly became lightheaded, the sight before him hitting him like a stone brick wall. He honestly thought he would be relieved when the day Arthur would become King, the day Uther Pendragon would exist no more. But he never imagined it would have ended like this, with Prince Arthur, the kings own son murdering him. "Ar-Arthur?" Merlin said as he slowly approached the exhausted and trembling Prince.

The Prince's breathing grew heavy, each breath coming more raspy then the last as his unsteady legs shook. He was hardly able to hold himself upright as he brought his sword to rest on the ground as if to lean on for support. His blue eyes staring at the corpse of the man who killed his mother. He definitely avenged her death. He killed Uther Pendragon. He, Arthur Pendragon killed the King of Camelot. . . he killed. . .him. Arthurs blue eyes flickered to the door as he saw Merlin burst into the room, yelling the Princes name. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Merlin began rambling. Leon and Gaius following right behind as their jaws fell open in shock. Arthur wasn't sure why until he turned to look back at the dead body in front of him. He suddenly froze in shock as his eyes looked at the face of the mans head that was barely hanging on the shoulders, his body thrown across the throne chair and then Arthur looked down at his sword which was covered in blood.

Arthurs face suddenly grew pale as he slowly lost all feeling in his legs as he sorta stumbled backwards on his backside, his eyes looking forward at the dead body of his father. He gave another shaky breath as his head started to pound, a loud thumping echoing in his head as he couldn't stop staring at the sight before him. "F-Father?" Arthur whimpered as he felt hot tears pool in his eyes, threatening to fall down his face. His face had gone white and his stomach turned to knots as he stared at the king. The man he knew since he was born. Arthur trusted him with everything he ever was... but now with this new past knowledge that had come to light, it changed everything. The Princes lower lip trembled as a couple more tears went down his face as his mothers words echoed in his head. 'Do not let this knowledge change you.' Yet it already did change him. It tugged the force of violence, of anger and revenge within Arthur's heart and now it was completely at the point of no return. The wet salty tears streaked down Arthurs face as he forced his gaze from his dead fathers corpse to look at Merlin and Gaius and Leon. "Mer-Merlin... I-I just..." Arthur trailed off, choking on his own words as he let out another half sob within his throat. His eyes shifting back to his father as he just stared in shock.

Gaius was in shock as he stared at the fallen king. Uther was his oldest friend and he had never expected the last words he shared with the King of Camelot would be the last. However he knew that now with... Uther gone and so suddenly this situation would need to be somewhat kept quiet and taken care of quickly. He slowly turned to Merlin. "Merlin take care of Arthur. Get him to his room and in bed, he is in no state for anything else. Ser Leon I need you to guard these chamber doors. Forbid anyone to enter for now until we can get the Kings body safely out of here."

Ser Leon gave a small nod of his head, his eyes sparing one more glance at the fallen King of Camelot before he walked over to stand guard at the door. He was completely stunned at the entire situation and wasn't sure what to think.

Merlin nodded to Gaius as he quickly went into action. Help Arthur. Help Arthur and clean him up. Wash away the blood, clean him up, get him to his room. Wait he has blood on his face? Merlin paused in his tracks as he saw the blood splatters on the Prince's face from the killing wound he inflicted upon his father. The King. Merlin breathed heavily as he shook away his thoughts and found himself now in front of Arthur as he slowly moved behind him and bent down, lifting him to stand up. "Arthur! Come- on!" Merlin huffed as he lifted the Prince to his unsteady legs. Arthur was practically dead weight as Merlin shifted around him, sighing heavily as Arthur slid forward on his knees. That shocking and terrified look still in his eyes. "Your not making this any easier Sire..." muttered Merlin as he finally got Arthur to his feet, his arm and most of his body weight now leaning into Merlin as the warlock began leading Arthur from the throne room. Away from his fathers body.

The course of Camelot will now be forever changed.

Dun Dun Dunnnnnn! Seriously though this story has been an ongoing thought in my mind for a long time now and I just HAD to write it. And I know I am really sorry for not continuing my other stories... but this one I just had inspiration for!

I hope you all like this!

Peace Out! ~PendragonStark7