[For the sake of making this story exciting, Arthur doesn't know how to control his powers. That way, he isn't too op.]

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Wesley, a 16 year old boy, entered Camelot for the first time. The snow fell on the roofs of the houses and stores, reflecting the sunlight. He was wearing a black cloak. It was waving in the wind like a flag on a flagpole, his long, light-brown hair flowing with it. He stood in the snow, taking in the beautiful scenery of the foreign nation.

"Move it, punk!" Snarled a big brute-of-a-man as he shoved Wesley out of his way and walked passed him. As Wesley was pushed into the snow, an evil grin appeared on Wesley's face. Quickly, he turned the grin into a friendly smile.

"You shouldn't have done that!" Giggled the mage as he turned to face the guy. It was a fun, happy giggle. But it was covering a malice intention.

"Oh yeah?" The grunt challenged him. "Why not?"

In the blink of an eye, Wesley appeared in front of the man and placed his hand on the brute's face.

"I almost pity you!" Wesley smiled. Once again, a friendly mask covered an evil grin. The mage looked around, scanning for people who could be watching. There were none. Wesley tightened his grip ever so slightly, and cast a silent spell. The mans head instantly blew up. Blood splattered everywhere and the body fell into the snow. Then, he snapped his fingers and cleaned up the mess.

"Almost. I almost pity you."

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"I guess that's where I'm staying." Wesley said, looking at the castle in the middle of Camelot. "Cool!" He had just got a job as a Court-Mage of Camelot. And members of the royal court always live in the castle.

He began to walk to it when a young man with orange hair and a white and red coat accidentally ran into him, knocking Wesley to the snowy ground.

"Oh, sorry sir!" He blurted. "I didn't see you there, honest!" The man extended his hand to pull Wesley up.

"Don't worry about it." Wesley chuckled as he took the mans hand. Wesley was thinking of a creative way to 'punish' this guy for knocking him over. Then, Wesley's dark-green eyes met the man's violet eyes. He forgot all about hurting him. For Wesley, it was love at first sight! The man was absolutely beautiful.

"You didn't see anything that just happened here, did you?" Wesley asked.

"No, why?"

"No reason..." The mage trilled.

"Mind walking me to the castle?" Wesley asked, blushing slightly. "I'm Wesley, the new Court-Mage. It's where I'll be staying."

"Sure thing!" Grinned the man. "Follow me!"

Wesley smiled at him.

'What's this feeling?' Wondered the man. 'I feel attracted to this mage. I never felt attracted to a guy before... Could it be his long hair? His gentle, feminine voice? His warm smile? Oh well. I have a long time to figure this feeling out.'

"I'm King Arthur Pendragon, by the way!" The man introduced himself. "Nice to meet you!"

As the days passed by, the two became friends. And King Arthur (and everyone else) stayed ignorant to the deaths that continued to be caused by Wesley. They were all treated as Missing-Person cases, as Wesley left no traces of his murders... Or as he liked to call them, 'Experiments'.