Hello again, this story will soon draw to a close, and I know this chapter doesn't have dialogue, but I think this is needed. Please enjoy!
It had not been a war over the throne of Camelot, it had not been done by sorcerers that hated Uther and wanted him to pay. It was not magical beasts that were sent out to destroy them. It was just desperation, and that might have made it scarier, for that could not be readily cured. The seasons had begun to change, the summers growing colder and shorter and so the harvest had not been as plentiful. However, for some reason, Camelot had not been affected. The harvest had stayed the same, and even flourished in the fields as no other year, but outside of Camelot there had barely enough to last the fall, and with winter approaching the citizens were getting desperate. It soon became apparent that the only place that had food was Camelot, and many people came to beg for food. At first, Uther had declined, seeing as the city must keep its stores, but soon realized that the population of those that needed the food increased so steadily, he would have to be careful about how he handled the situation. He began to give handouts to families, but there were to many. Camelot was not able to give food to every single person that needed it. Those people drew together, necessity as their force, and soon the war began. Merlin had been happy for once in his life to go on a hunt with the Prat, because if they hadn't seen the scouting party approaching Camelot, they never would have been able to prepare the defenses in time. It is different, fighting a war for defense against necessity. It isn't about revenge, it isn't just something that can be changed, those people were fighting for their lives, and so they fought with their lives on the edge. They would die, either in battle, or because of starvation, so it was easier for them to be foolhardy and take out as many opponents as they could "for their families" "For my country."