I've never been a normal kid. I mean, it's hard to be normal or get close to anyone when you're made of magic and everyone's SCARED of magic. You know, "There's a witch! Burn it!" scared.
So, I don't know what my mother was thinking when she sent me to live with my uncle in Camelot. I mean, he's the court physician to the king -- and this is the king who wants to stamp out All Magic in Albion!
Keeping my magic a secret might be the hardest thing I've ever had to do, especially since I've been made Prince Arthur's manservant. I am sooo screwed.