[It was starting to get dangerous, living in his village. Magic was deemed dangerous by the king and the villagers knew Merlin's secret. If he stayed too much longer, it would be execution for him. He wasn't quite willing to risk that. It would destroy his mother.
He's trekking through the woods when he spots the tendrils of light. A smile spreads slowly across his face.] Magic.
[Quietly, he responds in kind. A few murmured words, and a gust of wind picks up, swirling leaves and grass in the direction of whoever's casting the light.]
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He's trekking through the woods when he spots the tendrils of light. A smile spreads slowly across his face.] Magic.
[Quietly, he responds in kind. A few murmured words, and a gust of wind picks up, swirling leaves and grass in the direction of whoever's casting the light.]