This is an excerpt from my other story "A Purge Continues" but thought of sharing this pre-Arthur storyline as a stand alone story.

What is happening now is Arthur is being held against his will by an old witch named Enygeus. (Perhaps hard core Arthurian fans heard of the name Enygeus before). Arthur wants to escape but is having a hard time doing so.

Those who have read Purge Continues will notice this is straight from 'Purge Continues' minus any content related to that particular stories plot.

[Enygeus and Arthur in a shack far away from Camelot]

"I will show you something. Something you deserve to see."

Arthur looked up with bloodshot eyes, rosy cheeks and nose, and lips strained with stress. "What is it?" he croaked almost doubtful.

Enygeus muttered some words causing Arthurs surroundings to swallow into a cinch, while another world replaced it in front of his eyes. His fists were untied, causing blood to rush into his hands, giving his hands a tingling feeling, and he was able to scan around. It was Camelot. He was back!

Though Camelot looked quite different than what he remembered. Perhaps father was redecorating? The windows were not framed with the silks from the Far East kingdoms given to the Pendragon's as a gift when Arthur was 6, and there were plenty of statues crowding the room.

"Aaahh... there you are." Arthur's heart jumped. He turned around at once as he recognized the voice of this familiar man. It was fathers!

Uther was smiling at him; arms outstretched giving him a warm greeting he's never received from his father before. His father's hair was darker and fuller, his face smoother, though it didn't matter to Arthur.

"Father!" He called back. Arthur's heart swelled with the utmost joy as he couldn't help but smile with relief and happiness. To witness his father alive and well was everything he'd ever hope and ask for.

"Utherrrr..." Greeted another deep warm voice. Uther ignored his son and reached out with arms wide open to a stiff man, inches shorter than Uther, with dark brown shoulder length hair, pale skin, a dark moustache and a pair of pale turquoise colored eyes. Next to this strange smiling man cause Arthur to tremble. Standing in front of Arthur was a beautiful pale woman with kind brown eyes and soft golden curls, held up in a pretty bun. She graced a tender smile as she curtseyed to Uther. It was mother.

"Mother?" Arthur gasped horrified. She ignored him.

"May I present to you my dear wife, Igraine?" the man said proudly to Uther.

Arthurs guts wrenched in absolute enrage. Who was this disgusting filthy man calling his mother his wife?

"Get away from her!" he yelled taking a brave step toward to the completely oblivious man. Arthur sought his father's reaction who was strangely smiling."Are you actually going to let him call mother his wife?

"You do realize this was in the past... and that they can't hear you?" Interrupted Enygeus from behind, lifting her right eyebrow. Arthur turned around to face Enygeus who seemed to be quiet pestered by Arthur. Somehow the reality this was in the past didn't surprise him too much as his mother showing up was a big sign.

"I don't understand... Why is this filthy man calling my mother his wife?" he spat absolutely disgusted after watching his mother modestly come closer to the strange man, allowing him to wrap his arm around her shoulder while explaining something to Uther.

"Shhhh you are missing my favorite part!" hushed Enygeus, looking back at Uther.

Arthur looked flabbergasted but turned to the three.

"Does Igraine have any sisters?" Uther asked giving Igraine a subtle look her husband did not seem to pick up. The strange man beamed at Uther, the latter which was still staring at Igraine who was uncomfortably staring the marble floor.

"You my good man, will find someone! I am sure of it!" the man said joyfully. Uther turned to his friend.

"I hope so Gorlios... Now tell me, where is the little one Morgause?"

As Gorlios turned to introduce a 4 ft little girl with long blonde curls, Arthur froze in shock, mouth parted as he connected the dots hesitatingly.

This man was Gorlios? If his mother was once married to Gorlios, father of Morgause and Morgana, did this mean he was their half-brother? His gut sunk. Morgause and Morgana were his half-sisters? They shared the same mother, the same dear mother? He looked back up at his mother, engrossed by her presence, her smile, her eyes, though almost in slight hatred as to what she had done.

He zoned out a bit but returned his attention to them, hoping this was an awful joke played by the three.

Uther was kneeling down with his arms stretched to little Morgauses shoulders listening to her speak animatedly.

"...Then I used the sword to cut the rope, and the bag with the coins fell! Father said using swords isn't something a girl should do but I think its fun! Why should boys have all the fun?"

Uther looked up at Gorlios with a smile, heartily laughing. He turned back to Morgause smiling.

"You're right. Boys shouldn't have all the fun." Uther softly said reassuring Morgause. Morgause smiled in response and looked up at her father.

"See father. He's nice and fair! He appreciates a girl who knows how to use a sword... " She turned back to Uther." I'd like to be a knight one day! I can have a dragon as a pet that can take me across alll of Britain and we can get all the best berries, and I'll save all the good people and fight all the bad people and then everyone will be happy. Then maybe I'll marry a prince, only if he lets me keep the dragon, and lets me be a knight still..."

"You have a imaginitive child there Gorlios. I'm sure her skills will come in handy…" Uther said standing up, while Gorlios chuckled nervously pulling Morgause to him.

"I've been trying to get her interested in thing other than what knights do." Gorlios explained."Hopefully if our next child is a girl, she will be interested in more sensible things."

"You are expecting?" Uther called in shock flickering his eyes to Gorlios, Igraine, and Igraines stomach.

"Yes. Igraine hides it well. We expect in a month or so."

"Well, this calls for a celebration!" Uther cautiously smiled as he bid a servant to fetch some wine.

As the servant came over with wine and the three adults sat, Arthur looked hopelessly at the floor.

"I miss that wine." Enygeus interjected slightly bitter, watching Uther pour a glass for himself. "Best tasting wine in the damned land!"

Arthur blinked and didn't answer. He thought hard about what he saw. His mother, his lovely mother, was married before, and gave birth to Morgause and Morgana, his now known to be half sisters. He was betrayed by his father. Why hadn't his father told him any of this? A seed of hatred brewed in his heart. Who was his father? And how did he get married to his mother?

"Let's move on..." Enygeus called.