Dear Santa
One day in the future, I will be King of Camelot. I act like I can't wait till that day and I lord over all my friends as if to prove a point, but really, I am terrified. Kings have to make all sorts of important decisions, and they have to fight wars and things like that.
The whole idea of it terrifies me. I don't want to make big important decisions; I don't want to go to war! What if I make the wrong decision and everyone hates me? What if I go to war and kill people? Or get killed myself? I don't want to die, I don't want to kill people, and I most certainly don't want to be King.
What I really want out of life is to be a blacksmith. It looks like so much fun! Making things – swords, shields, pendants, rings – out of just a bit of metal. I have tried it with the local blacksmith and he says I have a natural talent for it but... It's a job I can never have. I have to be King when my father dies, whether I like it or not.
So what I'm trying to say Santa is, for Christmas, can you make it so my father lives forever... or has an older son that no one knows about... or maybe just make it to I was confused with another baby at birth and I'm actually the son of some other man! That way I never have to be King, I can be what I want to be. A blacksmith.
Material things don't mean a thing to me really, not when I hate who I am and who I will grow to be. So please Santa, don't bring me anything, just please do for me, this one favour.
Forever grateful (if you fulfil my wish) Uther Pendragon (argh!)
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I have come through my writers block! I am starting 2 new WIPs, My Sir Leon fic (but that won't be up until I get season 2 on DVD so I can get a better grasp on his character) and one that will be started tonight, so I won't tell you what it is!
I am working on all the prompts people sent me, and they should all be up in the next few days!