The Past

The tower cracked with lightning. V0Idemort swept through the broken doorway, his eyes fixed on the cradle at the center of the room.

"You," he snarled, voice thick with venom. "You will not live to see the sun."

A flash of green light burst from his wand, but as it struck the sleeping child, the world itself seemed to stop.

The spell shattered like glass.

From the baby's heart rose a power long forgotten by mankind - a deep power, so pure it burned away the darkness. The nursery exploded with light and sound. V0Idemort screamed as the magic threw him backwards.

Merlin's magic had been reborn - not in stone, not in sword, but in living flesh.

It had chosen you.

And destiny had begun its slow, inexorable turn.

Today

The sky burned a deep crimson as V0Idemort's army marched on.

You pulled your hood back, letting the wild wind tear at your hair.

You were no longer a child.

You were a weapon.

The sigils of ancient power shimmered across your skin — not just Merlin’s, but those of all the great sorcerers who came before, merged into something greater. Every step you had taken had led to this moment.

As you lifted your hands, the air cracked and the sky split. Lightning spiraled around you in blinding rings, answering your call. With a thought, you pulled the storm down, wrapping yourself in its fury.

The ground shuddered. The armies faltered.

On the far side of the battlefield, V0Idemort emerged. "Come, child of Merlin. Let us finish what fate began."