Ever since I met that boy, brawling in a bar I've known that there was something about him, something different- special even.
He saw past Gwaine; the drunk, the ruffard, the womaniser and saw me for who I really was, he became my first true friend, someone who liked me without expecting free drinks in return. I knew when I left Camelot that I had made a friend for life, someone who I would stand with gladly for whatever he wished and he the same for me. But still, there was something inside him; turbulent, spinning, bright, powerful and awe inspiring that he didn't tell, and I doubted he ever would. He was secretive for someone so caring and open. For someone who spoke his opinions without fear of rebuke, he was hiding, hiding behind his own clumsiness and weakness. Then we met again, this time he sought me to help him save Arthur and I followed gladly into what I assumed would be my own death, not for the Prince but for the servant. A man that in many eyes was worthless and a nuisance I would sacrifice myself for. Mad isn't it?
When we crossed that bridge into the perilous lands, that man, that man who turned my sword into a useless flower spoke of Courage, Strength and Magic. Arthur was courage there was no doubt in my mind; he was the bravest man I had ever met, a man who rarely if ever would show fear. I knew I was strength, don't want to blow my own trumpet but have you seen me with a sword? Have you seen me? Brilliant I am, let me tell you about the time in Craystone… wait I'm getting sidetracked. So if I was strength and Arthur courage. That left Merlin with… magic.
Magic. Merlin. Merlin magic. It clicked, it fitted never were two words more destined to be together, Merlin was magic and it wasn't a surprise, I'd always known he was special. It was like sub consciously I had always known. Something drew me to him like a moth to a flame, he was the flame rising so high, and attracting so many. People gravitated to him I noticed that in Camelot, people came to Merlin. Merlin was just that sort of bloke, he had an aura of calmness that people fed on, he had wisdom that far surpassed his years.
He had once told me his father had been banished, and now it made sense why.
Merlin was special and brave and had the inner strength and endurance of a knight. He had power; I saw it in his eyes and his manner. I bet he could pull me a part with a raise of my hand. He would cause kingdoms to fall and new ones to be built. He was the burning hope of the future, I knew of the prophecy of course I did. How could I not with my upbringing, Emrys, the man who would return magic and peace to Albion with the once and future king. Merlin and Arthur what a surprise.
With all Merlin's power, I was lucky to call him my friend.
A/N If you read the Arthurian legends in a lot of them he is Morgause's son. There are legends where his strength increases till noon and wanes in the afternoon. It is very interesting and I hope maybe they will touch on his legends, after all Sir Gawaine was the most virtuous knight of them all.