last time i did a one-shot, which wasn't that long ago, i got loads of views and visits so here's another one that i always have wondered since Merlin began.

Please review for more one-shot ideas and feedback... Hope you enjoy and check out my other story!

ps i used an i pad to type this and it doesnt have spell check which i rely on a lot... Please dont kill me for lower case letters instead of caps :(

Fire in my eyes

There's fire burning in my eyes. Fire!

Is that bad? Did I do something wrong? No one else has. I am the boy with a fire in his eyes.

I'm not being poetic like what my friend thought when I tried to tell them. She laughed in my face and called me strange.

I feel strange...

I can make things move as well! With a flash of colour at determination, i can make things move with my eyes!

I'm scared.

I saw men take away the last person. She used her fire to turn clouds into shapes. All you had to do was ask and she would flash her eyes, twisting the clouds into horses and flowers. She would make soldiers joust in the sky and maids dance about!

But they took her away, dragging her down the street by her ankles and shoving her onto a cart. She screamed. I was just staring at the men in chainmail and wearing long scarlet cloaks. How could they ignore the screaming, loud,shrill and cutting through the evening calm like a dagger.

I hate them! Mother tell me it's too strong a word to label a man with, but it sure is fitting. I hate every single one of the red dressed men! How could they punish a lady who had done nothing wrong?

So I'm scared of this fire curse and i wish it would go away and never return.

I do thing accidently to. Without meaning to, i help people.

I know it sounds strange, but it's what mother said not to do. She says i need to hide it so the men don't take me away to. I like it here in Ealdor and I don't ever never ever leave. I love mother and lilyia, my best ever friend, and i love the baker and the clothes wives and all of the farmers.

I need to do what mother says... She is always right even when i don't want her to be.

I wish i could tell the future with my fiery eyes. I could see if it is all alright. I hope so.

There's voices too. On top of all the worry of exposure, there's voices.

They talk to me but they don't use my name. They call me Emrys and tell me about some great destiny i must accomplish.

it is a great bedtime story, but i worry if they talk the truth, that i have to go away and that i have to live to protect some other boy with my life.

I hope he's nice! There arn't any boys to play with in this village, just girls who dance about with sticks and ribbon. I play with them because there is no body else, but mother disapproves.

I think she is scared too. I don't want her to feel ashamed of me, I want her to be really proud of my fire.

There can be two ways to look at it:

Firstly that my fire is a danger, that i am strange and different and should be hauled into the cart like the cloud woman.

Secondly, that i should be proud to be an exception to everyday life. I should go in search of my great destiny i must face and i will use my fire to do good and make everyone happy.

Why is everyone afraid of what is different? Why do people punish those who stick out and speak up for their rights.

I will stick up for mine! Fire is to be embraced not punished and people who disagree with fire should get out of here, and fast!

I am the child with fire in his eyes! I am scared but i do not show it and i will face what is right and respectful to all people in the land. For I am the boy with fire in his eyes! Follow me for I am Merlin!