The first thing I saw as I strolled into Camelot – into my new life – was a man being executed. King Uther Pendragon was proclaiming his 'law' about how magic was outlawed and I suddenly felt isolated. Magic. This man was being executed as a result of possessing magic. A torrent of different emotions flooded through me like a tsunami…

Terror. Was I going to die?

Anger. Why didn't he understand that some people couldn't choose how they are?!

Sadness. Did the man have a family? A wife? Kids? Did Uther even care?!

Uther slowly raised his hand then drew it down like he was bearing the axe himself. A shocked gasp rippled through the crowd (and a stifled one which escaped my lips). I could have sworn I saw a smug smile appear on his face…

I glanced up at the other side of the castle wall and my breath stopped in my throat. My eyes beheld the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her raven black silky hair was curled and it framed her flawless face perfectly. 'Wow' I thought to myself. I was snapped out of my dreams by Uther's proclamations about how wrong magic is, so I listened, fearing for my own safety as a magical being…