A sorceress. Merlin started, although not because he was afraid of someone else with magic. No, it was because he was a sorcerer.

He might have lost his memories of Arthur and Camelot, but he still remembered that people were afraid of magic. That his mother had always told him, over and over, that he had to hide his magic. Always. He didn't know what this 'Arthur' thought about sorcerers, but if he had an enemy for one Merlin would guess that he probably didn't like them too much.

"...You think she used an enchantment on me?" Merlin said slowly.