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When he closed his eyes, he could still see their faces. Not the one contorted in agony, but the gentle smile playing on his father's lips when he had been trying to teach him a new spell and failed to demonstrate it, his mother's laughter when he had tried to steal something tasty before lunchtime rolled around. But then the flames flared up before his eyes, and he tried to fight them. Time healed him but those flames burned higher than ever, burning through his soul. He was scarred for life because of Uther Pendragon. One day he will repay.