I think this is going to be my next big Story, comparable to Mortals Might... it was inspired by it. I put a post on Reddit and someone said all the Magic users were either evil or an enemy, so I chose to make my OC a girl. She will never be with Merlin or Arthur... ever. I do need some help, so if you are willing to be a sounding board or whatever please send a message or review.

The Rules are this. No blessings, no innate power, no royalty... Everything has to be earned...

Please help me make this amazing.

Thomas Collins was the man killed in the First Episode for using magic, the one Merlin saw killed. His mother was Mary Collins, the woman who sang the court to sleep to kill Arthur.

"Alright there Morris, this poultice should soothe your bruises for some time." Daphne smiled as warmly as she could, desperate to hide the incredible wrath inside her heart. "It is my strongest batch and it doesn't smell. Arthur has no reason to complain."

Morris, Prince Arthur's manservant, smiled at her, warm and sweet. "Thanks, Daphne, you're a lifesaver. What do I owe you?"

"If you can nab me a few apples that would be great."

"I will see what I can do."

Grunting, he managed to stand, shaking slightly as he was still in considerable pain. His body was covered in bruises, blue and black and purple, bruises inflicted by the cruel prince of Camelot. Training he called it... the brute... She hated him, Daphne hoped he would catch a plague, him and his vile father. Uther was a monster of a man, consumed by hate and evil, she prayed every day to whatever god or goddess was listening to strike down the man, but alas no luck.

Helping her friend to steady himself, Daphne helped him to move towards the door of her small house. "Careful now, you are still weak from pain. Make sure you eat something."

Morris smiled. "I will see what I can do. Arthur's in a mood today, it's a feast and some lady is singing. He is grumpy and taking it out on me. Sigh... some boy, Merlin I think, stopped him."

Daphne shook, hate in her heart. "They are still going to celebrate Thomas's slaughter? He healed so many, how is it a crime?" She whispered hatefully.

Her friend nodded sadly. "I know, I know... I hate him too. Both Uther and Arthur." He looked nervous then. "You need to be careful though, Daphne, you never know who is listening and who will report you for being a witch."

She nodded, it was a common fear. So many were accused of magic, only a small handful had it. Even if Magic was evil, most burned had not a trace of power about them. It was common knowledge that Uther was mad, he was perhaps the most hated King in their history, only fear kept him in power. That and his habit of lavishing his knights with power and parties. Daphne knew this all too well, she once served in the Castle helping her mother in kitchens but that had been so long ago.

"I know Morris... no go, you need to rest before the party. Behave yourself."

"Only if you will."

Sharing one more smile, she watched her old friend leave. Sighing, Daphne hurried to her kitchen, her hands shaking as she moved the shelf hanging on the wall, a shelf holding a drawing of her a flower she received the year before from a young girl she saved when she first started healing. Behind the shelf was a hole and in that hole a book, thicker than her wrist and made of leather, it was no ordinary book... this was a book of magic.

"Oh Thomas... you stupid boy, getting caught..." She sobbed. pulling the book from it's place and holding it to her chest.

She had been rather fond of Thomas, he was one of the few she had deeply respected though they had rarely met.. in his case, it was for helping others despite the vast risk. So few people risked even tonics or poultices, Uther was so paranoid that he accused anyone of magic for the slightest of things. Girls or boys who refused to sleep with knights. Women who spoke their mind, boys who were not incredibly tough or sought the touch of other men... anything was enough.

That Thomas risked so much to help others, using the powerful magic his mother taught him... it was an honor to know him at all. They had crossed paths as some of the few healers in Camelot not tied to that fool Gaius. He had helped her start out as a healer, giving him some of his patients when an ague passed about Camelot. That had allowed her to become established, to garner enough respect as a healer to be treated seriously. She would have never thrived without him...though she knew his intention was simply to save more lives rather than to help her, it was still something to appreciate...

" Oh you foolish boy. May whoever is in charge of the afterlife take care of your soul."

The book in her hands belonged to Thomas, the foolish man, she had stolen it from his home shortly after he was taken by Uther's vile knights. It sounded silly, but she could not tolerate the idea of anyone taking and destroying it. She had known Thomas was a practitioner for some time, she never judged him for a moment, seeing his kind soul immediately. He had never told her he was practicing, but his success rate was far too high in their primitive times. Too many tumors were removed, too many birthing mothers saved, too many children surviving into adulthood. It was obvious to those who knew what to look for.

In truth, She had not known he had such a book, nor any clue about what was needed to practice magic. She had been tempted before, but never risked it... Uther's evil had ensured that. However, something in her heart told her to find what belonged to Thomas, a man who had saved so many, and preserve it before it's potential good could be undone. A foolish thing to do, she knew, but perhaps she was a fool at heart...

'Perhaps I should learn from it..." She asked herself, as she had done since the moment Thomas has been arrested and she had found the book. "It could not hurt...I.. someone has to replace Thomas, less his legacy fade. I have always wanted to learn..." However, even as she said this Uther's vile words echoed in her heart and head and she thought of her comrade's last moment.

"Let this serve as a lesson to all. This man, Thomas James Collins, is adjudged guilty of conspiring to use enchantments and magic. And, pursuant to the laws of Camelot, I, Uther Pendragon, have decreed that such practices are banned on penalty of death. I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery, there is but one sentence I can pass."

The final sound, of a sword taking of Thomas' head... it was too much to bear, even hours later. Her heart broke all over again, and yet it was this horrible memory that sealed her fate. Determination overwhelmed her and she wiped her tears away.

"Mary Collins, please... do what you can, If Arthur is as vile as his father, take his life and end his rule before it begins..." Squeezing the book to her chest, she ran to her door and locked it. Her hands shook as she sat by her fire, opening the book to the first page. "Good thing mother taught me letters..." And with that, Daphe began to read and sealed her fate in far more ways than she could ever comprehend...

She just didn't know it yet...

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.

This could be huge you guys... I love it already... Please any ideas, suggestions or whatever just send me a review.

It will not be a mirror of the og series, a lot will happen independently..

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.