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Merlin is not mine. He belongs to BBC... sadly

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Chapter 1

King Uther entered the library in search of peace and quiet. Roaming around the library for a while, he found a dusty book with worn out pages. He opened the book and saw, in big bold letters, "the Prophecy of the Once and Future King". It read of a destiny of a warlock called Emrys. Emrys was destined to protect and guide the Once and Future King. Emrys was responsible to help the King to rule all Albion with the help of Emrys's magic.

After reading the whole prophecy, Uther angrily summoned every guard and knight. He ordered them, "Search for the sorcerer named Emrys! Bring the sorcerer in, dead or alive."

The knights and guards searched for Emrys all around the kingdom. They found few sorcerers but they were not Emrys. They even destroyed a druid camp and a weak and fragil druid, in the blink of death, told the knights that Emrys was just born and resided in a small town in Cenred.

The knights traveled the Cenred's Kingdom. They searched town by town for months, secretly so that Cenred would not know. When the knights came on a small town called Brunvale, they questioned the elders of any magical sights. None of them knew of Emrys or any sorcerer, except one. An old man stayed behind when the others left. He said to the knights, "Ah knows someone like that. Lives in Ealdor. My grandson used ta play in Ealdor with his friends. Said he went near a house. Looked inside n' saw a baby floatin' in mid air. Nev'r went back. Said it was like seein' the dev'l himself."

The Knights traveled to Ealdor, only an hour away. They asked for Hunith and arrived at her house. They knocked on the door and a young lady opened it. One of the knights asked her gruffly, "What is your name?"

She answered fearfully, "Hunith."

"Do you have a baby?"

"I... do." Hunith narrowed her eyes, suspiciously. "What do you want?"

"We only wish investigate your home of sorcery." Hunith's eyes widened but was gone quickly. However, the knights noticed and pushed her aside.

Hunith shouted angrily, "What do you want from us! You can't come in barging like that!"

The knights ignored her and kept searching for any sign of sorcery. When a cry came from the back of the house, the knights found a small baby resting on a soft blanket. Hunith bit her lips hoping her baby wouldn't use any magic.

"Who is this, girl?"

Hunith frowned, "He is my son. His name is Merlin." Her eyes softened at her son's name but became desperate when the knights picked up the baby. Merlin, feeling her mother's desperation, cried.

Merlin was small babe and his mother feared for his safety. "What... what are you doing?" A knight held the baby high in the air as he examined him. Merlin cried harder. "Stop that! Let go of my child!"

Merlin shrieked and a vase nearby exploded. A silence met the knights and Hunith. Merlin, tired of his uncontrollable magic, fell asleep.

After a while, the knights were confirmed of their suspicion and the mother and her son was taken away from her home to Camelot. When they arrived, Merlin was snatched away from her and was placed in chopping block. Hunith cried and struggled against the soldier's tight grip. King Uther didn't even blink at her. Uther nodded to the executioner. As the ax was lowered, the baby giggled happily. With surprise, the executioner froze in place and Merlin crawled away to where his mother was being held.

Hunith, relieved, broke away from the soldiers to hold her baby, but the baby was taken away and was placed on a pillar. As the fire licked near Merlin, rain fell and the fire was extinguished. Uther tried to kill the sorcerer many times but failing as the innocent baby protected himself from danger.

Hunith stared at all the failed executions with a broken heart. She whispered to herself, "At least, he is still happy."

After couple more tries of various types of executions, Uther sat down on his throne with an annoyed sigh. "If we cannot kill the sorcerer, we shall lock him away so he can not escape and use its magic to hurt my son." He thought of Arthur. Arthur was currently sleeping in his bedroom oblivious to the failed executions inside of Camelot. Poor, sweet Arthur. No mother to fight with. No mother to hug or kiss her lightly on her cheek. Uther's thought grew angry. It's all magic's fault. All sorcerers deserve to die. Even new born babies.

Uther stood up and shouted, "The sorcerer shall be placed in the caves where the dragon resides." The order was said.

Hunith screamed in terror, "Nooooo! Noooo! Please, my lord! He is just an innocent! He isn't Emrys!" Uther ignored her as a knight took the crying baby toward the dungeons. Hunith fell to the ground, crying weakly. Gaius, who had just arrived after hearing the commotion, held on his sister staring at his nephew. Hunith whispered to Gaius, "Please, help him." She weeped harder.

Gaius held her tighter, "I'm so sorry, Hunith."

"Take care of him, Gaius, please."

Gaius nodded and took her away from the court, "Don't cry. Your son shall be safe."

The knight walked down the dungeons and arrived to the caves. His steps felt heavy, as if the weight of the world was placed on his back. He shook it up but couldn't help but feel wrong as he placed the baby on the stone floor. The knight looked around the dark cave. The only sound he heard was crying and dripping of water from rocks. Shivering, he thought he heard a growl. The knight, as bravely as he could, ran away from the caves and to the light the baby would never see again for many years.

Merlin lay screaming and crying for his mother, too young to walk. His crying quieted when a dragon flied down to a stone near the baby. The dragon blinked and sniffed at the baby, cries gone. Merlin stared up at the dragon and held out his pudgy hands. He tried to touch the dragon's snout but when the dragon pulled away, Merlin started shrieking again. The dragon smiled, as much as a dragon could, and breathed on the baby. The warm breeze calmed Merlin and he soon fell asleep.

Kilgarrah chuckled and softly lifted the baby with his scaled hand. Merlin's chest rose and fell with his light breathing. Kilgarrah spoke quietly to the calm baby, careful not to wake him, "You have a great destiny, young warlock. Not yet, but soon. You future will be dark and weary. You will have many enemies but you will also have allies too." The baby whimpered in his sleep and Kilgarrah breathed on him again to calm him. "Do not fear. You will succeed in your hardship. Sleep while you can, Merlin."

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