Magic, is a curious thing.
It is a power you must be born with. A power that runs deeper than the blood in your veins. It is a power that is sewn into your soul from the very beginning of time.
Magic is a power, that can only be brought to life... with words.
Her eyes were a muddy brown color, her hair matched them almost perfectly, if you didn't count the bright amber flecks in her eyes.
Merlin was watching her intently from his place at Arthur's side as her voice echoed through the dining hall.
He couldn't understand the foreign language the young woman sang her songs in, but there was something in the way she sang them that he related to.
Applause filled the great hall as the woman took an awkward bow before King Uther and his guests.
A wide grin spread over Merlin's face as The woman's deep brown eyes landed on him.
He saw the faint flicker of a smile that crossed her features as Uther dismissed her.
