Arthur Pendragon loved to hunt. It brought him great joy. The feeling of the chase never failed to excite him. He loved slowly closing in on a hunt, especially if it was a threat to his kingdom. He thrilled in the fact that he had fed the castle another night, or stopped a terrible beast from hurting his people.

But the one thing that brought him greatest pride was the large sign just outside of the road into the main town. It read, 'Welcome to Camelot".

Arthur was always filled with joy at the sight of the sign. It was a beautiful sight, the toned red of the wood contrasting perfectly with the gold of the paint the words were written in.

And the words themselves! They were akin to art! The swooping letters were painted pain stakingly in the finest hadwriting in the kingdom. And legend has it that the paint was once real gold, melted down and mixed with other substances to create the fine gleam that caught traveller's eyes.

Yes, that sign never failed to uplift Arthur's soul and make his day.

Not until now, that is.

He had almost missed it. But it was there, buzzing in the back of his head. He had missed something. Something important. He gestured to his party of knights to halt, and he dismounted from his horse. He walked up the the sign that was a symbol of all that Camelot was and he read the words written upon it aloud. "Welcome to... Camelsloth?"

Several of the knights burst into uproarous laughter, and his unbearable manservant Merlin could be seen snickering behind his ratty red scarf. Arthur could feel his face become a dark red as his head struggled to comprehend the fact that someone had even dared to touch the sign, not to mention graffiti it so.

He could see now that parts of 'Camelot' had been covered in some form of charcoal, and that the odd amber color replacing the gold was a strange form of tree sap. He stood still, stunned, as his knights continued to laugh. He had no reaction until Gwaine fell off of his horse, hit the ground, and still continued to laugh.

He began to scrape off the offending substances, but when they would not budge, he began to carve them off with his hunting knife. To his complete and utter suprise, the knife did not even knick the odd sap. This must be the work of...

Magic!

"Morgana!" He yelled to the heavens.

Morgana simply stayed where she was, giggling high in the tree above Arthur's head.