He always knew he was different. His mother said he was .Unique. It just didn't feel that way. To anyone who asked he was the freak of nature. Until he met Will. Will his first friend and his only friend for years. He always wondered what would happen if Will knew. Would he run from him? Would he stay with him? Merlin was unsure of what he would do if Will told him he had magic. Will and magic didn't seem to sit well with the young warlock.
The day will found out was a day had cried to the heavens a thank you. It was a petty way to find out. Picking an apple from a brank to high from the boys reach when he'd thourght he was alone.
The words Will said stuck with him "I'll stick by you 'till death if you help me get back at Old man Simmons". And thats what Will did only his passing tainted by his best friend secret curse.
Then there was Freya. She was special, a beautiful special as a baset and a raven haired girl. She understood more than Gaius didn't understand. Her blood was wanted because he was different and feared for her differences. He'd learnt what love really meant and understood what The Dragon meant. Love complicated to those who observed but not to those who had fallen in it. She'd run to save him saying goodbye she was selfless another reason he loved her. She'd died in his arms and sworn to help him not realising she'd been a light in the darkness of destiny.
His arms were becoming a coffin. His best friend chocking on air becaused he had tried to assasinate, murder, kill no matter how he put it a crossbow bolt in the heart would hurt less. His farther he'd known for two days died in his arms and left him a title fartherless and a wooden carved dragon enough but not enough to fill his fartherless gap. 3 dead saving him 1 missing because of his poor judgement.
Gaius. The man who had taken him in because his mother was scared she'd loose him if anyone other thn Will found out. He'd stood by him never done him wrong and was willing to take his faults and raise him as his own.
Gwen. His first friend in Camelot. The girl who could ramble for forever if nervous.
Arthur. The once and future king. His destiny. His master. Above all his friend, his best friend.
Destiny is like a day the sun shine with he day down on all the amazing in it to be overcome by the dark pin pricked with stars. To become day one more