Hey another one shot from a big folder of "Fanfiction that I type up when i got the time" anyway I hope you enjoy
I do not own Merlin
"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among stars" – Les Brown
Seven year old Merlin sat on the floor eating his stew. He was slightly small for his age with a mop of dark hair that went over his eyes. His clothes were all patch and torn hand me downs (manly they were patch and torn from playing with Will) Merlin was sitting down moving the spoon around the blow deep in in a circle forgetting to eat it.
"What's wrong Merlin?" asked Hunith looking at her son
Merlin looked up and brushed his hair out of his eyes with his hand "I don't think I want to be a farmer" said Merlin his bite his lip
Hunith knew Merlin wasn't meant to be a farmer. Merlin was meant to be something bigger and greater. With Merlin give of magic and a fondness of leaning and the knack of getting into lots of trouble, Merlin was meant to be something else.
"What do you want to do?" asked Hunith
"I don't know" said Merlin "What can I do?"
Hunith smiled "Well if you study hard, you be able to read and write well. And that one skill that will help you. It will open doors for you, maybe you can even work in the city"
"The city?" asked Merlin "But my magic..."
"You have to work on getting control of your magic too" said Hunith "Then you can be anything you want to be"
"I will like that" said Merlin nodded "but what if..."
"Merlin listen to be" said Hunith "try you best and don't give up. One day you'll do great things. You might even surprise yourself"
All done and I still got half an hour to kill before I have to go to work... go me :D