My Big Brother is Prince Arthur
Summary: What if Merlin was turned into a little three-year-old boy? Arthur is in for a whole lot of responsibility. Will he be able to change Merlin back before something even worse happens? No Merthur. Just friendship/sibling-like relationship!
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The sun was nearly setting in the woods. Arthur and Merlin were almost at home. There was a tension between prince and servant. Arthur had screamed at Merlin earlier that day when the two had gone hunting. Truth was, at least to Arthur, Merlin was a terrible hunting companion. Out of all the people in Camelot, Merlin didn't really know a single thing on how to catch deer or other sorts of game. Arthur shook his head in irritation and rode ahead. "Arthur," Merlin began.
"Shut up, Merlin!" Arthur yelled back, sending death glares to his servant. Oh, you're going to get it this time, Merlin. He thought, already plotting his revenge. Had Arthur been paying more attention to what was behind him, he would have noticed that his manservant had stopped following him? Merlin looked around uneasily. There was a strange feeling…a wave of fear suddenly plunged through Merlin. "ARTHUR!" he yelled. The prince didn't respond. Just as if on cue, the two were ambushed. Well, Arthur managed to get away while his manservant stayed behind—captive. Two muscle-built men were gripping onto Merlin's forearms and pinning him down on his knees. "It is a pleasure to see you again, Emrys." A low voice rasped from behind trees. One of the guards gripped some of Merlin's hair to pull up his head. Merlin was breathing heavily. Arthur, you're an arse. He thought. A tall slim figure appeared from the trees. Instead of a man, it was an old woman—she looked like an ancient druid or some kind of malevolent sprite. Her grey hair was long and scrunched up in a messy braid. "Who are you?" Merlin asked. The old hag chuckled and stared long and hard at Merlin.
"Do you not know who I am?" she shot back. "I am the one who makes all your nightmares come true—and anyone else for that matter. We are no friends of the Pendragons. Uther and Arthur are both my enemies and they will know what we suffered. Emrys, you will show what it is like for Arthur to have responsibilities; to be able to care for someone and risk their life for that person."
"How am I going to do that?" Merlin exclaimed, frustrated. The old hag grinned evilly. She pointed her finger at Merlin and began to mutter an incantation. Merlin felt himself shrinking and his clothes got bigger on him. What had she done to him? Merlin looked at his hands and saw smaller hands, almost like a child's hand. "What have you done to me?"
Merlin looked at the hag in horror. Everything about him had changed, his voice; appearance. He had shrunk to about the size of a three-year-old boy. "Arthur will soon discover that he has a little sibling to look after." The hag told the guards. "Take this little boy to the steps of Camelot. Make sure Arthur is to receive him."
The guards nodded and one of them hauled Merlin over his shoulder. The boy kicked and fought back but it was no use. He was a toddler now, not a teenager. What had he done to deserve this?
"Put me down!" he screamed in the guard's ear.
"Alright you little tike, if you don't shut it right now, you'll be punished," the guard exclaimed. The three-year-old Merlin burst into tears. Once I'm myself again, I swear….
Once at Camelot, the guard had been met by Gwen. "'xcuse me, Miss, we were asked to send this little boy to Arthur."
Guinevere looked at Merlin puzzled. The guard put Merlin down. "Gwen!" Merlin cried and lunged at her legs. Guinevere stumbled but hugged the little boy back.
"I'll make sure Arthur gets him." Guinevere said. The guards nodded and left. Guinevere looked down at the little boy. "How do you know me?"
"Gwen, it's me Merlin!" the boy exclaimed. Guinevere looked at him terrified. "Don't you recognize me?"
Guinevere shook her head. "No, I'm—"
Merlin was on the verge of angry tears again. "I really am Merlin!" he wept.
"Well, first thing, we can't have you going to see Arthur looking like that. I'll take your measurements and make you some new clothes. Until then, you can stay with me."
"Thanks, Gwen,"
Guinevere took hold of Merlin's hand and together they walked down the road. Merlin tightened his overly large jacket around him. "Gwen, why don't you believe I'm really Merlin?"
Guinevere stopped and looked down at the little boy. He did have the same eyes and big ears. "Because, Merlin is a grown, seventeen-year-old; he takes care of Prince Arthur."
Merlin kicked at the dirt angrily. "But, I really was seventeen not too long ago! Somebody changed me into this!" he yelled. "My name is Merlin!"
"Well, alright, Merlin there's no need for you to get all worked up."
"Then believe me!" he begged. Guinevere looked at him sympathetically. He was just a little boy and needed to be looked after.
For now, she'd have to wait to figure out what to do with this boy.
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AN: And, so tell me what you think! =) I just suddenly got this idea and figured it'd be a funny story to tell.