He found me alone in an alley, without gloves or a winter coat. His hair was like a raven's wing and his eyes like the deep, blue ocean. He kneels by me.
"What's wrong?" He asks, taking his coat and wrapping it around my shoulders. "I'm a monster." I whisper. "No, you're not." He says. "I have magic. That makes me a monster."
"You have magic?" He asks. I nod. He smiles. "Watch this." He cups his hands and utters an enchantment. A blue, glowing butterfly flutters from his hands and flies to the rooftops. I stare in wonder. "What's your name?" He asks. "I'm Eleanor." I reply.
He smiles. "I'm Merlin." He says. "Like in that legend?" He shrugs. "Yep." He replies with a pop of his lips. "You don't look old." He shakes his head, laughing. "I can be sometimes."
"Come on." He says, standing up and holding out his hand. I take it and smile. He helps me up. "I'll take you home."
