I'm afraid some of you people got a little confused. Each story I post on this story is a stand alone. Like a drabble, I suppose. I just had to have somewhere to get these weird little stories that pestered me without writing a whole long fic to do so. I hope you enjoy this one. It's about Uther and a friend of his.

TWO

Arthur and his father stood in the courtyard welcoming an old family friend. His name was William, and he was... odd, to put it nicely. He was a thin man with graying hair and frankly he was stupid. No, not just normal stupid like the way Arthur thought Merlin was stupid. He was truly an idiot, but it didn't matter since he was a noble man. A nobleman that was best friends with King Uther. They welcomed him warmly and in the evening held a feast in Williams honor.

The feast was going rather nicely, and everyone was having a wonderful time. That is until William tripped on his own shoelaces and sent the pigs head flying across the room and into Arthur's stew. Everyone sat in silence, not wanting to offend the King's best friend by laughing. Suddenly William popped up off the floor looking ghostly white and completely serious.

"My lord!" he exclaimed.

"What is it William?" Uther asked just as seriously moving closer to his friend.

"I know you won't like this, but it was MAGIC!" William exclaimed.

"Where?" Uther asked darting his eyes around the room.

"I'm not sure, but I am certain they are plotting your downfall!" He exclaimed.

Uther growled. "They shall not get away with this," Uther ground out as he surveyed the room with glaring eyes.

Arthur just blinked still covered in stew with the pig's head in his lap.

"You must leave sire!" William went on. "We must keep you safe!"

Everyone looked at each other not sure whether to take this all seriously or not.

"No," Uther said valiantly. "I must protect my kingdom! GUARDS!" Uther called.

A dozen guards burst into the room ready for orders.

"Take everyone to the dungeons, question them all. There is a sorcerer in our midst!"

the guards unquestioningly did as he commanded. They even took Arthur.

"Father, certainly I don't need to go to the dungeons," Arthur exclaimed as he was being pulled away, still covered in stew.

"Sorry Arthur, we can take no chances," Uther said apologetically.

Arthur just stared incredulously at his father as he was taken to the dungeons.

It wasn't until the room was completely empty except for the king and his friend that William began to calm down.

"I apologize for the inconvenience my lord," he apologized.

"It is no trouble. We are under attack. I am just glad you are such a good a loyal friend."

"The pleasure is all mine," William assured with a bow.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside causing William to jump.

"NO!" William called. "Accomplices stand outside. It is more magic!"

"Armies assemble!" Uther cried running out of the hall, William slowly following behind.

To make a long long story short, the whole army of Camelot stood out in the rain for the rest of the knight searching for a sorcerer. The guests of the feast were all questioned and accused of sorcery in turn (including Arthur) creating quite a bit of tension at times.

The rest of the week went similarly. William would suddenly exclaim that magic was being used to bring Camelot down whenever some little thing went wrong. The people in the castle soon grew accustomed to his strangeness and learned how to deal with it (mostly ignoring it) and moved on. But any time Uther heard his friend say such things he immediately prepared for war. Never once did he think his friend was wrong. He thought it was simply the evil sorcerers plans to do these things.

When William finally left, the people of Camelot were nearly ready to kill him, but were glad to finally see him go. All let out a sigh of relief as he left the city walls.

Uther looked a bit sad at the leaving of his friend.

"Oh I do miss that man already," Uther muttered to his son. "Perhaps he can visit soon again," Uther said hopefully.

Arthur widened his eyes. "Or perhaps you could visit him every now an then," Arthur said unhappily.

"Great idea Arthur. You will come of course," he said patting his son on the back as he walked away. "We shall leave next week."

Arthur paled. He wanted to cry. Maybe I could create some fake mythical creature attack in the opposite direction of his kingdom... Arthur mused trying to think of ways to get out of it.

Arthur walked to his chambers with countless plans of ways to avoid going to visit William with his father.

If I am forced to go, Arthur thought to himself, I will kill William myself. Arthur smiled to himself at the thought. There were so many pleasant ways to kill someone as annoying as William. Arthur didn't usually like to kill, but he loved imaging this particular plot.

Maybe a trip to visit William wouldn't be so bad after all.

I hope you liked it. It didn't quite turn out exactly as I had hoped, but I just had to write it. It forced me to.