A/N- hello my friends, here's my new story about some of our favorite characters when they were young. Hope you enjoy it
Ten year old Merlin ran out of his cottage with a whoop. He was done with his lessons and now he could go play with his friend Will. "Will," he called running up to his best friend's cottage.
Will came running around the back of his cottage, "hey Merlin wanna go play swords?"
Merlin nodded excitedly, as they were running past Merlin's home to the woods when Merlin's mother appeared in the doorway. "Merlin I need you to go collect some fire wood."
Merlin's shoulders slumped, "oh mother." He whined.
"Now Merlin," She spoke firmly.
He sighed, "Ok." Will followed Merlin into the woods. "I hate collecting firewood," he complained. "I wish the woods just appeared in the wood box," he grumbled.
Will glanced at a tree next to Merlin, "hey I have an idea."
Merlin straightened, "What?"
"Couldn't you just cut a tree down? That would give you wood for ages!"
"Well yeah, but cutting down a tree takes a lot of work that would take longer."
Will stepped closer, "I don't mean with an axe. I mean, with your abilities." He lowered his voice.
Merlin's eyes grew wide, "your right that would be faster. Except I don't know how to do that," he shrugged. "It just happens," he finished.
Will pointed to a small tree next to a large oak on the edge of the woods. "Concentrate on that tree and just think about cutting it down."
Merlin nodded and focused on the tree. There was a crack from the large oak instead of the small tree. "Uh-oh," he said as he watched the tree fall and clip Mr. Peters cottage. The two boys looked at each other in shock, "Oh you are in so much trouble Merlin."
"I'm in trouble," he replied in disbelief. "You're the one that said it would be a good idea to us my gift in the first place!"
"Merlin, Will!" They heard Merlin's mother call and she didn't sound too happy.
"Oh we are so dead," Merlin cried.
A/N- hope you liked it, I had fun writing it . Write a review and tell me your thoughts.