So here is a story I've been wanting to do for a while. I love the idea of homeless Merlin! Don't worry there will be Uther, Arthur and everyone else in the later chapters!

Also I do not own Merlin!

I was seven when my powers turned up. My powers were called 'magic' by the people. Magic was usually shunned by normal people because they feared it and what it can do. The good thing for them is that they can easily tell who possesses such gifts by the way our eyes glow a bright gold all the time. Bad thing for the magically inclined is that we cannot easily escape the hate that the normal people inflict upon us.

I lived a nice quiet life with my mum and dad, we lived decently and they loved me. Or so I thought. When I woke up that morning, I went down stairs as usual. As I entered the kitchen, my mum was by the sink washing the dirty dishes. I went up to her, and pulled on her pant leg to ask her to get me a bowl and the cereal because I was too short to reach the high up bowls. She looked down with a warm smile on her face, but it faded quickly.

Her face morphed into one of shock. The plate she was holding dropped to the ground, but before it could hit the ground the plate froze midair. I was in shock too, but I was a little bit curious about what happened. I snapped back into reality when I heard the plate shatter. My mom was still in shock. She backed away and called for my father. He came in seconds later, winded from the rush down the stairs. They both stared at me for what felt like an eternity before my father grabbed my arm harshly and dragged me out of the room. He set me on the couch and told me not to move. I agreed and sat there quietly. I looked into the black screen of the television, and I could see two yellow glowing orbs where my eyes should be, being the ignorant seven year-old I was, I thought it was cool. I had no idea at the time about what magic was, nor how it was hated by people, even my own parents.

Later, after hearing my parents yelling and bickering, my father stepped out of the kitchen. His face was hard and he looked disgusted. He yelled to get dressed and to put my coat on. I complied as I usually did. He grabbed my arm harshly again to drag me out into the cold air to get to the car. He threw me in the back of the vehicle and got in himself. I thought something was wrong with him. He never acted that way towards me before, and I was too scared to even ask him why he was so angry.

We drove for about ten minutes, reaching the city near the shopping center. It was packed due to it being two days before Christmas. I didn't know why he took me there, he never liked shopping, and only mom would take me shopping with her. Before I got out the car, my father yelled at me to keep my head down and my hood up. This time, instead of grabbing my arm, my father held my hand. He walked us into the middle of the rushing crowds, people were brushing past us, it was like an endless sea of humans. I was looking all around at the people trying to keep my head down like my dad told me to.

As we got deeper and deeper into the crowd, we stopped. I suddenly felt the pressure around my hand loosen, then it was completely gone. I thought I heard the mumbled words of "I'm sorry" but I still to this day believe I made that up to give myself comfort. I look to where my dad should have been, but he wasn't.

I started to panic. I ran in the direction of where I thought he went, but I still couldn't find him. I started yelling for him. I felt tears fall down my face; I was acting like any lost kid would in a situation like this. People did eventually start trying to help me, but as soon as they got close enough to see my eyes they ran off, usually yelling something along the lines of "freak". Of course at the time I had no clue why they ran away, and what happened next made me realize why they were running away. See the thing about people with magic is, when mixed with emotion, it becomes uncontrollable. I looked up from my sobbing fit when I heard the sound of glass shattering. The grand Christmas tree in the middle of the shopping center was my uncontrollable magic's victim. The glass I heard shattering was all the Christmas ornaments on the tree. I was standing in front of the tree unscathed, because my magic also protected me from the falling glass.

The crowd stared at me. I could see the hate and disgust in their eyes. I felt scared. They then started yelling and voicing their hate towards me. They called me monster, freak and a danger to society. What I did next was obvious; I ran.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, all while new waves of tears came running down my face. I didn't stop running until I reached what looked to be a park. My legs ached, I was hungry and thirsty, I was freezing and I just wanted to go home. I eventually found a bench to sit on. I pulled my knees up to my chin and looked down. I started to sob again, yelling for my mom and dad. I just wanted them back. Why would my father leave me there? It must have been an accident. He was probably looking for me right then. I tried to lie to myself.

I sat on that bench for a while in the same position, for hours, sobbing. I then felt a presence next to me. An angelic voice asked me a question. "Honey, are you okay?"

I flinched, she scared me. She then asked another question. "Why are you crying? Did you lose your parents?"

I just nodded; she got it right on the dot. "Honey, do you want my help to find them?"

This time I looked to see her face and accept the kind offer. I shouldn't have though. Her angelic features left her face as that all too familiar look of disgust spread across her face. She got up and ran away like everyone else did. Saying the words I've heard way too many times that day. At the time I didn't understand the hate. Now I know. I spent the rest of the night on that bench. I just curled up on it, and I cried myself to sleep. I was so cold and hungry, but most of all I was lonely.

I soon learned that this is what the rest of my life will be. I learned how to be a street kid. I learned how to hide my magic with sunglasses. I learned a lot of things about life. I learned that it's a cruel heartless bitch.

Just a warning. Merlin's parents are not Hunith and Balinor. Hunith will make an appearance in later chapters though! :)