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There is a time in everyone's life when they look back. They turn around and face the mistakes of their past, everything they regret, and everything they wish they could change. However, no matter how much we want it to happen, things can never be different. The only thing we can do, is live in the present and shape our future - but how much future do we have?

Because there is always a moment when we also look back and smile. The moment at which we are close to drawing our last breathe and thoughts of all the good things that happened in our lives play before us like a movie. There are also people who even during their last few seconds before their eyes close forever, regret. It's only during this time that we decide whether our lives were meant for either good or bad. So how will I decide?

I suppose if I want you to understand I'll have to start from the beginning... Because no matter how shitty my life becomes I will always remember that once upon a time, it was good.

You see, I was born in a time of dragons, knights, kings, queens, and sorcerers. All those modern day legends about King Arthur and Excalibur - they were true! I was there. I had friends, family, a small job working as a servant within the castle. It was a peaceful life with only an occasional attack on the kingdom and every-so-often a bad harvest. My mother told me I was destined for great things, always encouraging me to shoot for the highest point. She always told me of my birth, how at first I didn't cry and she feared for my life, but minutes later I was wailing. She told me of how she held me when I began to show signs of life and soon later I opened my eyes to reveal deep molten gold before every vase in our tiny home shattered. .

I was born with magic - while most others have to learn it over their life-time, magic has been with me since before I could walk.

So technically I could be executed for being born. That's right - magic was illegal.

Because the stories of Arthur and his knights, well, things didn't start out like that. In the beginning the ruler over Camelot was Arthur's father, King Uther Pendragon, and after a traumatic experience changed his views the once great king decided all magic was evil. That was the beginning of the great purge, a battle between Camelot and magic users for Uther was having them all slaughtered like animals. I was born only a few years after.

It hurt to have grown up with no friends, hiding, keeping secret. So one day, two years after my mothers death, I walked to the great city of Camelot in hopes I could begin a new life.

You're probably wondering why I would ever go somewhere that would have me killed for simply existing. Well, I didn't really have any idea as to why either. I simply felt I should. So to Camelot I went, where surprisingly I received a job in the kitchens of the castle. I found a nice little room to rent and I stayed in Camelot for months, peacefully, quietly. The only thing that ever disrupted my new life were the frequent executions to all those who possessed magic.

However, I was able to looks past that one ugly thing and see all the great things. I made friends for the first time in my life, a girl named Ivy and her cousin Alexander. Eventually we became more than friends, they became like my family and we protected each other. Ivy and Alex (what we called him for short) were even the first ones besides my mother to ever learn of my magic.

We were walking through the market place when suddenly a wooden cart, filled to the brim with barrels, unlatched from the horse at its front and began rolling down the street at unthinkable speed. The hills and slight slopes were giving it momentum and people had to dodge out of the way to avoid injury. Ivy and and Alex were standing still, talking about different things, their backs facing the cart. So when it came flying at them I did the only thing I could - magic. My eyes flashed and time slowed enough that I was able to run and push them out of harms way. When the cart smashed into the wall and they looked up at me confused and grateful, I knew they had seen my eyes slowly turn back to their regular brown from gold. Then, because I can never seem to do anything heroic without embarrassing myself, I passed out and rolled over into a pile of horse dung.

I woke up a few hours later in a clean nightgown, within a nice bed that wasn't mine. I had never seen the room before but from the distinct smell of herbs and medicines, I knew I was somewhere in the physicians chambers. An old man hobbled into the room and I remembered him as the court physician I had only met once while retrieving a salve for Alexander. He smiled at me kindly and I couldn't help but smile back because of how warm and welcoming the man seemed.

"You hit your head pushing your friends out of the way of that wild cart. It's nothing serious, but a bruise will form and you might be tired more than usual. I have a remedy for the pain. Here." The elderly doctor handed me a vile of liquid that was a soft green color. I gulped it down quickly trying to shake off the foul taste it left in my mouth once I handed the empty bottle back to him.

"Thank you..." I began.

"Giaus. You may call me Giaus. That was a very brave thing you did by the way. I fear that your friends would not have survived the impact if you hadn't pushed them out of the way." Giaus sat on the end of the bed next to my feet and ran his fingers over the bottle in his hand.

"Well, thank you Giaus, and I assure you, what I did was anything but brave. I was shaking in fear the entire time. I simply knew I had to save my family." I smiled. Then the door creeped open and a tall, thin boy with raven hair walked in. I recognized him as the manservant of prince Arthur almost immediately. He would frequently came down late to get the Prince's food and he would always ask kindly if I could heat it up for him. The lanky boy always made me laugh, especially when he talked about the prince. I wanted to say something to him, anything at all, because I realized that this must be his bed as I found out the other day he lived with the physician. However, embarrassingly, all I could muster was his name, "Merlin..."

"Hello, Luna! I'm glad your feeling better, you gave Ivy quite a fright." Merlin greeted.

"Oh don't bother the poor girl, your suppose to be tending to Arthur. Now go, before your late again!" Giaus shooed him from the room and I chuckled lightly at the interaction. The physician turned back to me and grinned again, "troublesome boy, he is, but a kind one. Now - if you would like, you can stay here for a while longer just so I can confirm there is no serious damage?"

"As long as it's no hassle. I wouldn't want to cause any unneeded trouble." I responded whilst playing with the sheet covers with my fingers. Although Merlin was still a simple servant like me, he had much softer blankets than I ever had.

"My girl, your no trouble at all. However, I must be off for a short while as I need to see to one of my patients in the lower town." Giaus stood up and stretched his back, I swear I could hear his old bones creaking.

"It's alright, you should go and tend to them, you've done so much for me I'm sure I'll be alright here alone for a while." I smiled encouragingly and he nodded in recognition before heading out the door and leaving me alone in Merlin's room.

I stood shakily, my bare feet touching the cool wooden floorboards, sending a shiver up my spine. The white night-gown I was wearing, one of Ivy's, brushed against my ankles and the soft touch of it's silk calmed my nerves of being in a strange place. It was the most expensive thing any of us owned and had been given to her by her mother. I was surprised Ivy was letting me wear such a thing.

I studied the room, it's cracked walls, dusty shelves, and the grimy window overlooking the city. It was small and cold, a bit old as well, but welcoming all the same. I carefully stepped over to the mirror hanging on the wall to the left of the door, a piece of its glass and frame chipped off from age. It was a pretty thing and I wondered whether it was Merlin's or Giaus'. I looked into it and stared back at my own face. My light skin, and freckles across my nose. My wavy, pitch black hair that flowed down all the way to my lower back. As well as my deep brown eyes that would occasionally turn a bright gold. This was me. My name, Luna.

Life continued as normal after that except for the fact that my two greatest friends knew of my secret and had decided to keep it without question. I would take them out into the woods sometimes and show them some spells that made their mouths drop at the beauty. I was happier than I had ever been before and even happier than that on days I saw Merlin, the clumsy servant, come to the kitchens with his lopsided grin. We didn't talk much - only as often as we did before - but I felt an odd connection with him for some strange reason. If only we had known...

So I ask again, when will the time come for me to decide whether my life was meant for good or bad? When will I draw my last breathe and be able to reflect on all the choices I've made? The answer... I may never do either of those things. Because as of right now I am sitting in a log cabin by the lake of Avalon, sipping a cup of coffee while watching Doctor Who on my laptop. Merlin is sitting across from me reading a book he's already read over twenty times. I will never draw my last breathe. Neither of us will - or at least I don't think. Because it has been over 1,400 years since the great days of Camelot... And we're still young. Heh, imagine that.