You sit alone in the forest, nature being your only company as you take in the cool breeze. Dusk casts a haunting glow on your surroundings and strengthens the feeling that you're being watched. Far from the kingdom's walls, you practice magic.

Nothing too powerful or flashy, just the basics, as you'd be dead if anyone knew. Magic is still outlawed.

"Oh... are you?" A curious voice inquires behind you.

You turn. There stands Lancelot, a knight of Camelot.

He knows.