Merlin stared at the sheet.
"No; no, no, no, no!" He cried
He read the sentence again, 'You have passed the test for magical potential'
"What's the matter Merlin? Someone put dung in your bed again?"
"Shut up Durwin. I know you did that."
"Are you accusing me?" Merlins best friend asked, outraged.
"I'm not accusing you-"
"Good because that would be-"
"Because it's not accusation if you know you're right." Merlin said grinning at him.
"I'll get you for that!" Durwin yelled, quickly bounding at Merlin like a bear, Merlin quickly dodged away and re-read the letter again.
Dear Merlin,
We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the test for magical potential.
You show promising talent and you will grow to become a fine sorcerer if you wish to study means of magical proprietaries. Please contact us with your reply.
Yours Sincerely,
Aeduuard.
Merlin silently groaned. He'd only taken the test to please his suspicious Mother! Now... now he'd be arrested and burnt if anyone found this letter!
Merlin quickly threw the letter into the fire. No one needed to find out... no.
"Silly druids! It means nothing!" Merlin muttered to himself.
If only. Merlin still knew nothing of the prophecy. Merlin still knew nothing of what was to come...
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