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Emrys knew it was his time to venture into the mortal realm. He could feel it in the way magic coursed through his body trying to tempt him onwards and the way destiny pulled him towards the newly born Once and Future King.

Oh, he had been dreading this… little adventure for quite some time. How he hated the idea to be so vulnerable as to pose as a mortal and aid this would-be arrogant human prince on his quest. But he has been avoiding it for too long, he could feel each victim of the Great Purge and Emrys could feel Arthur Pendragon’s time on this planet becoming shorter and shorter each time he blinked.

“Well, no time like the present”.Emrys thought as he reluctantly pulled himself out of his pitch-black throne which looked as though it was made out of shadows. His throne was the largest and most powerful looking and intimidating one there and was surrounded by much smaller ones for the Lords and Ladies who helped him rule and make decisions on matters regarding Avalon and where he held court if need be. Emrys walked out of the throne room's massive arched doors and stated his dissent to the mortal realm.

As Emrys ventured onwards through the beautiful and pure halls of the castle in the Immortal City he looked through one of the arched windows and looked at the magical scenery. He saw all types of magical creatures playing on the healthy green hills. A sad thought of how many more animals are coming into the land of the dead because of the Purge. “I am going to miss this place,” Emrys whispered to himself at the thought of how he was about to leave. Before he turned away, he caught his reflection in the window. Emrys thought he look more tired than he has in centuries. His appearance was still perfect, down to his raven black hair being styled neatly, to his charcoal formal robes not having a single wrinkle. But when he met his pure gold eyes, which reflected his true being, he saw the worlds pain and suffering shining through.

“Right… best get on with it then,” Emrys mumble to himself and gave himself a mental push to start walking again. With that, he took one last look at Avalon and turned from the window.

Emrys walked into one of the rooms where the Sidhe Elders gathered for their weekly meetings on matters regarding Avalon. When the Sidhe Elders sensed Emrys’ presence they all stood up and gave a short bow to him. Emrys noted his respect back.

“My lord, is it time?” Asked one of the elders.

“Yes, it is” Emrys responded, looking annoyed at what he had to do.

Emrys always knew this part of his immortal life would come to this. He was created at the beginning of time by his mother, the Triple Goddess. He watched as she created the sky, the sea, the sun, and everything else into existence with the help of magic to tie it all together to give them a place to stay. She gifted Emrys with the power of creation, the power of Life and Death. His mother made him magic itself. And Emrys in turn worshipped her and promised to spread her message to the ends of the Earth.

His mother told him eons ago that a terrible purge will go through the land, and magic will almost be eradicated. But the Once and Future King will have the power to bring magic back to the land and unite the land of Albion, however, he faces many threats from friend and foe alike. Without Emrys, the Once and Future King will never succeed. Without him, there will be no Albion.

Emrys had accepted this as part of his destiny. He has prepared himself for this journey and what it might entail. He is a God after all, second to the Triple Goddess herself, but he really was dreading having to make himself mortal for this quest.

The birth of Arthur Pendragon, the Once and Further King, was the start of the Great Purge. Thousands upon thousands of magical beings and creatures were murdered under the order of Uther Pendragon, king of Camelot, for the death of his wife. Emrys could hear each and every pray to him for this pain and torture to stop. He could feel every time someone with magic was brutally murdered—mean, women and children alike—by Uther’s men or mercenaries and bandits so they could get a few extra coins from the king.

With every death, more and more magic left the mortal realm and came back to him. With every death, the earth and its ties holding it together broke a little more.

Emrys knew he could delay this no longer.

He looked at the Sidhe Elders. “I leave you in charge in my absence. If you truly need my help on a matter you may come to me in the mortal realm, otherwise do not interfere with what I am doing.” Emrys said in a commanding voice.

“Yes, my lord.” Was said by every Elder in unison.

“Good” Emrys replied, then with a sigh said, “Well then, I best be on my way.”

The elders bid goodbye to him and bowed deeply when he left the room. Emrys walked down the halls until he found the room dedicated to his mother. He sat down infant of one of the shines and prepared himself for what he was about to do.

With a determined thought, he willed himself to be reborn into the mortal realm to fulfil his destiny.

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In the early hours of the morning, Hunith birthed a baby boy with hair as dark as raven feathers. The baby didn’t make a sound nor did it move so Elaldor’s town physician presumed the baby dead. But Hunith knew her babe was alive and asked to hold me. The physician cut the child’s umbilical cord, cleaned his face off and handed the baby to his mother.

“Hi there, my sweet boy” Hunith whispered to her son. She ran her slightly shaking finger over his cheek.

The baby boy took his first breath of air and his eyes flew open.

Hunith made a startled noise as she looked into her son’s eyes. For they were not an ordinary eye colour, but instead had pure gold eyes, the colour of magic itself. The colour Balinor had when using magic.

Hunith shielded her sweet son from the physical, not wanting him to know about her son and times like this.

“Oh how wonderful, the babe is breathing,” the physician exclaimed in happiness “what are you to name him Hunith?” He asked.

Hunith looked back down at her son. His eyes were slowly fading into a blueish colour and the little boy let out a cooing noise.

“Merlin. His name is Merlin”