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When Balthazar first shook hands with Merlin, he was already 10 years old; 5years older than the average youth sorcerer brought in by Merlin.
They told him that Merlin is, and will always be, the greatest sorcerer.
He doubted them of course; someone this great would not even bother to shake his hand, much less approach him, the insignificant young boy at the corner.
So his eyes had shone with curiosity and guarded caution when Merlin had glanced over.
Merlin had a sincere smile on his face, the most sincere one that young Balthazar had ever seen in his life, as he walked calmly towards Balthazar.
"Good morning, my dear child. Would you like to be healed?"
This simple question marked the start of Balthazar's new life.
His old life finally ended in the run-down hospital.
A.N.
Hello all(:
This story has just started to brew in my head and I'm kind of testing the response. If reviews don't reach at least 5, I doubt I'll continue this story. ):
I would love to continue it of course, but with my heavy workload in school, my commitment to fanfiction has to be motivated and kept going with the reviews and constructive responses I receive.
Thank you for reading! And I really really appreciate the kind-hearted souls who's going to review! ^^v