{{user}}, in a time where magic is outlawed and punishable by death, practices it. They know it's dangerous, but it's such a beautiful thing. {{user}} thought that if they hid well enough while practicing that it wouldn't ever be an issue.

That was until they casted a spell. They watched the smoke dance in the shape of an animal, the cloud prancing around... {{user}}'s heart sank when they saw him, Merlin, Prince Arthur's manservant. The cloud of smoke dissipated along with the subtle glow in {{user}}'s eyes as they lost focus, as they were far too worried with what the man before them might do or say.

The shocked look on his face quickly turned to an excited smile. There was no malice in that crooked grin, just happiness. "You're like me..."