A/N: So I guess I'm just gonna jump right into a multi-chapter story after an amazing review I got for my little two-shot drabble by guest, Meri Ley. The story will be about 12-15 chapters with a possible sequel. I already have the end of this story planned out and hopefully everything works the way I want it to and it is good enough that it is enjoyed. First chapter isn't much but it's an ok start I gather. And for those that are curious as to why I thought of this, it's simple, I seem to just like POD(Point of Divergence) stories and seem to write them more often than anything else.

Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, but I do own The Lady Morgana! She is my beautiful 2001 Hyundai Tiburon. Lol, really though any regards to the show Merlin, characters, plots, and settings I have no ownership to.

Now without further ado:

Merlin walked towards Ealdor with a smile on his face and a stack of wood in his arms. He always liked the times he left the village for menial tasks as he never had to hide who he was when he was alone. He knew that he could be himself with his mother and his best friend Will, but he could tell his mother always worried when he did something magical and Will would sometimes be unnerved by it. Yet they were still understanding of who he was despite their unease.

As soon as his village came into view his smile disappeared into a shocked expression. The wood in his arms fell helplessly to the ground. Before him was his village, but at the same time it wasn't. He could see bandits running around killing the people of his home and setting fire to the small houses. He quickly took off at his fastest pace to save as many people as he could. As soon as he was past the first set of houses he froze suddenly and tears ran down his cheeks. There in the middle of the village square was his mother laying down in a pool of blood her eyes seemed lifeless. Next to her lying face down was his best friend unmoving a pool of blood under him as well. Everything around him seemed to slow down and he could not hear the flames erupting around him, nor could he hear the sounds of the bandits, nor the screams of those who were still alive fleeing for their lives. No, everything was drowned out to Merlin as the only thing he could see or focus on was the bodies of the two people he cared about most in this world. He didn't even realize he was being surrounded nor the bandits' laughter as one of them raised his sword to strike Merlin down. Just as the sword was about to behead the young warlock everything going on finally pushed Merlin over the edge and he screamed the most bloodcurdling scream anyone has ever heard before. The sword never struck him as it turned to dust as his scream left his throat. The bandits unconsciously stepped back at the show of power Merlin unwittingly released. He fell to his knees holding his head and threw his head back letting loose another scream that forced all the bandits to fly away from him and slamming into various things including the ground killing all those that was closest to the shattered boy. The force of his magic was enough to even blow out the fires that the bandits had started. Clouds formed over the village instantly from seemingly nowhere and rain fell just as quickly echoing Merlin's tears. The bandits still alive looked at the boy in shock and fear. They had heard of the power of a sorcerer, but never had they heard of anything the likes of what Merlin was performing. Merlin looked to his friend and mother once more his face showing how broken he was. He then turned his head looking around and noticed some bandits were still alive and looking at him in awe and fear. His face turned from pain to anger and hatred instantly and his eyes turned into liquid gold and all the swords in the area began floating. He looked at every man still alive and said one word that widened their eyes and turned them ghostly pale. "Die!" He yelled and the swords flew at all the men slashing and hacking them to death mercilessly. Merlin stood up and walked through the carnage he had caused and knelt down next to the only two people that he had ever loved in his life and his tears began again instantly.

Merlin stood looking at the fires in front of him. He didn't feel right just burning the bodies of his mother and friend, so he also helped with the rest of the villages funeral pyres. There were a few people that survived the attack, but not enough to keep the village going. He wiped away the last of his tears as he adjusted the pack next to him and threw it on his back. He then looked at those that remained and nodded to them signaling his goodbye to which he received nods in return before he set off. His destination was unknown to him, he had considered going to Camelot as his mother had a friend there who was the court physician, but he decided against it as he would have to relive what happened to his mother by telling the man what had happened. He merely trudged out of the village his aim nowhere and everywhere all at once. The life of a wanderer interested him and maybe he would eventually let his mind wander from the events of Ealdor, but as the tears ran down his cheeks he didn't see that happening anytime soon.

I hope you enjoyed it or at least tolerated it a bit. Any type of review is tolerated as I find even people bad mouthing you is helpful. For me at least, I take those flames and strive to prove them wrong. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, I will be trying to have 2 chapters out a week, I guarantee nothing. :) I hope you all enjoy your reading and writing endeavors!