KILGHARRAH In a land of myth and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young boy. His name, Merlin. [EXT. FOREST – DAY] [Merlin collecting firewood with other peasants. Merlin sits down sadly on hillside overlooking Camelot.] MERLIN Hors, beride þá heofonum. [Turns smoke into a shape of a running horse, fades back to smoke. A woman runs to him and grabs him.] CATHRYN Did you see it? The smoke, did you see it? MERLIN No, I saw nothing. CATHRYN Are you blind? You were right here! It was magic, I tell you. There's sorcery here. We must tell the King. MORGANA Yes.