Prologue 

And so the quest beings

Narca

I had been cursed by the Lady of the Lake. Given as the sacrifice to the goddess for a good harvest. I have a mission to complete a vision of a peaceful land for magic. Albion, she said. I was some piece of this cosmic plan along with the son of the most ruthless magic hater, Arthur Pendragon and some great sorcerer Merlin. Yet I was no one, someone not e...