MANY YEARS AGO:

Uther gripped Igraine's hand as she screamed. Her screams echoed around the chambers. Her grip making his hands white as the nails broke skin. He bit his tongue trying not to show the pain he felt. Those nails really hurt.

"Push..." Nimueh mumbled.

Another scream tore through the chamber as Nimueh continued to use her magic to create a child. Tears poured out of Igraine's eyes as she gave one final push and out came a head. She laughed happily as Nimueh showed her the child.

"Arthur. Arthur Pendragon." Igraine mumbled. 

Her head then lolled to the side and Uther straightened. "Igraine. Igraine!" he yelled. Oh god no. He couldn't lose her. She was all he had left. He rushed forward and cupped her cheek. "Please. Wake up. Please." he begged.

"What did you do to her?"

"I did nothing. It was the law of the universe."

"No. No. Don't give me that bull crap. What did you do to her?"

"As I said before I did nothing. The law of the universe is what did this to her. To create a life... one must lose a life."

"Why her?"

"I can't answer that."

Uther got up and ran towards her with fury written all over his face. She smiled before handing the child over and spun around before disappearing. Tears slid down Uther's face as he stared at his dead wife and the spot where Nimueh had been standing only moments before.

What led him to make this decision? Why did he risk such a thing? What was he going to do?

Then a thought dawned on him. Yes, that's what I'll do. I'll get rid of every single one of the magical beings in this realm. That was the perfect plan. From that day forward King Uther sought out magical beings and had them killed for treason.

20 YEARS LATER:

(Arthur's POV)

I watched as the man was brought up to the board in the middle of the square. Everyone had gathered to watch this man killed for his crimes of using magic. He didn't do anything wrong though. There is no reason for him to be killed, I mean yes he was using magic but he wasn't harming anyone. Why must this happen?

Shut up. This is the right thing to do. He disobeyed the law and deserves this punishment. And thus my two sides began conflicting. The part of me that knew this was wrong had reason to believe so but if anyone found out surely I would be the one up there getting my deeds read to me before being killed.

The other part of me believed my father was crazy for doing this but he must have had a reason to say this was wrong so I believed him. It seemed that my mind was always conflicting with itself... not able to decide whether this was fair or not to the people who didn't deserve it.

After my father finished reading the man's wrong doings, he was forced to his knees with his hands behind his back and his chin on the stump. I looked away but at seeing my father's glare, turned back and forced myself to watch it. 

But I couldn't. I wan't able to. It only made me think of that being me down there instead of him and that terrified me. Instead my eyes roamed around the square and I watched everyone. Some people were excited and others were disgusted. Some looked sad or even angry. I couldn't blame them though. It wasn't right.  

I was curious why some people believed that this was the right thing to do but I shook the thought away. I didn't want another splitting headache because I was  trying to decide whether this was right or not. Instead I continued looking at everyone before my gaze landed on a young man.

He was wearing rag-like clothing, like that you would find of a servant. He had high cheekbones and dark brown hair. I found myself being drawn towards this person. I have never seen him here before but there was just something about him that made me curious to know who he was.

The sound of the blade hitting the wood made me jump and I turned back towards the beheaded man and gulped. At least I hadn't seen it that time. I turned to look for that man again but he had disappeared and left me wondering who he was and why I was so interested in him already.