Mor ~ 472 AD
If an outsider had been closely observing the halls of Camelot that evening, they would have heard the tell tale sounds of a child echoing throughout the castle.
A tiny princess, appearing no older than 5, was running from her nursemaid. Her hair, still wet from her bath was a beautiful deep black and fell down her back in long waves. Her dress, a white nightgown, was askew and fanned behind her as she escaped.
"Princess! It is time for bed!" her nursemaid, Doris whom she maliciously referred to as Dodo, called.
The princess let out a giggle as she turned a corner and ducked into the alcove that led to her brother's private library, covering her mouth as she watched Dodo rush past her hiding spot and down the corridor.
She quieted as she heard something behind her, and she followed the noises further into the library. She crept as quiet as a mouse, like her brother had taught her, and snuck up upon the figure bent over a table, his back to her.
She could hear him muttering words in a different language and the candle he had lit in front of him sputtered out, casting the room into darkness. He said a different set of words and the flame reappeared brightly, much to the surprise of the girl.
She continued to creep forward, slowly and quietly as the dark haired figure continued his mutterings. All at once she made her presence known.
"BOO!"
Her brother spun around quickly, his eyes wide and startled, but softened when he saw his little sister.
He smiled at the giggling girl and stood, swooping down to pick her up and swing her through the air as she laughed. "What are you doing in here, little fairy? Isn't it your bed time?"
She stopped laughing all at once and shut her mouth firmly. She shook her head, eyes solemn.
"Liar Liar Robes on Fire." he whispered to her, bringing his face close to hers and placing a kiss on her nose.
She squirmed out his arms and sat in on of the chairs at the table with the candle.
"Father says that I must go to sleep when Dodo puts me in bed. Dodo hasn't put me in bed yet, so I don't need to be asleep."
Her brother grinned at her, a glimmer in his eye, "and I supposed she hasn't put you in bed yet because you ran and hide from her?"
She grinned, showing of all of her pearly white teeth. "Yep."
"Little sister, you are going to be quite the handful when you're older."
She nodded happily, "Father and Mother say that too! And Dodo says I'm vexatious. I don't know what it means but I like it."
Her bother laughed and sat across from her. "It means troublesome, and worrying."
"Oh.. then you're vexatious too!"
"No I'm not."
"Are too!"
"No."
"Yes!"
"Mor... don't make me come over there and tickle you!"
She giggled and kicked her feet, which were far from reaching the floor. Her attention then caught on the candle at the center of the table.
"Can I play with the fire too? Pleeeaasseeeee?" She begged her brother, eyes big and lower lip extended.
The older boy knew that it probably wasn't safe to let her try to do it, but his curiosity was persuading him to see if his little sister had any magical abilities. He almost agreed, then remembered one of the Warlocks mentioning that if a magic user didn't focus where their power came from, they could accidentally take it from themselves, which could be deadly if not controlled.
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