Oh yes, it has been quite some time since I wrote a story. I am busy busy busy, but if I don't write something I will go insane.
I cannot say when that new story I mentioned in Chapter 19 will be uploaded. Know that it will come, sooner or later. Most likely later.
Anyway, another drabble series! Next up: Uther Pendragon.
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He has always been intrigued by magic, and yet deathly afraid of it.
The jesters hired to entertain at feasts are fascinating, of course. Any other child of nine would be utterly enthralled, heedless of any threat such power could be. But Uther is not any other child. He is the nephew of the king, heir apparent to the throne of Camelot.
His uncle often tells him never to trust magic. It is dishonorable, he says, like having a hidden weapon instead of carrying it in the open.
Uther trusts his uncle. Magic must be bad. He says it is.
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So here's my take on Uther's early life. He said that when he was Arthur's age he conquered Camelot, yet numerous references are made to the Pendragons having ruled Camelot for hundreds of years. I'll start to fill in the pieces over the next few drabbles.