Game of Thrones: The Last Pendragon

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Chapter 1 - Prologue

Arthur Pendragon POV

House Pendragon, my families home. A once great family that everyone respected so much so that my ancestor, Arthur Pendragon was a candidate to take the iron throne. As time passed though our once great family fell from grace.

By the time I was born our house was already falling apart. The legendary sword known as Excalibur hadn't been seen since my ancestor Arthur died, Merlin the wizard who helped him rise up disappeared after his death and that was just the start of our houses downfall.

  By the time my father inherited the family, the Pendragon's was no longer a great house and instead was nothing but a lesser house. My mother died early on in my life, in fact I don't remember much about her unfortunately. My father and I were very close, he was all that I had left after all.

In the year 289 AC, my father was called to arms by King Robert and at the time I was only 6. Since we were no longer the great Pendragon family like before my father couldn't refuse such an order from the king. That day he left was the last day that I seen my father alive.

  After my father's death and with me being only 6, the pendragon family came to be no more. Everything was taken from me because of it, I had nothing left now.

  Time then passed, days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months. I was stealing and begging for food while resting my head anywhere that I could find, it was hard and it stayed like that for awhile until I was found and taken in by a woman who ran a local bakery shop, it was just her and her son named Robin.

  I didn't tell her much, only that I was alone and that my name was Arthur. What was the point in telling her about a house that no longer existed anymore. She understood my situation and adopted me, I was raised alongside her son Robin who was 2 years older than me. It took awhile but eventually I started opening up to the both of them and they became the family that I once lost.

  It's now the year 298 AC, I'm now 15 years old. I've adjusted to this new life easily, I help around the shop when I can while also mingling with the townsfolk. One day though an old man suddenly appeared in front of me telling me about my destiny and a prophecy that I am supposed to fulfill. What I didn't know was that conversation was just the beginning of it all and it was the start of a journey that I never imagined happening in my life.