"Harry!" A knight yelled before being smashed by a large stone. This all happened in a moment yet, Gwydion could see it in slow mention. It kept getting slower. Until everything stopped.
The cries of people stopped and the only thing he could see was his life.
"Gwydion! What are you doing!?" On the verge of death, it is said that one's life flashes right before their eyes.
Gwydion now knew it was true.
"You can't play with fir-! Ma- Magic!?!' He could still vividly remember the first time his mother discovered him playing with magic. He thought it was normal. The fact that he could never tell it wasn't...
"Wow Gwydion you are such a genius!" He was praised and hailed by all in town when he first showed them at the tender age of six his magical prowess. That must have been why they praised him.
"You pick things up quickly huh" But eventually, this praise turned into jealousy...
It started small, but he did eventually get ostracized.
