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In the darkness, a figure ran. He kept running he couldn't stop. The knights would find him. He heard them in the distance on horses and on foot, yelling. No, he couldn't stop. This place wasn't his home anymore; it was a prison. Ever since his sick mother sent him to live with his father...His father. The man who had cared for him for years on end had become clingy and paranoid. His eyes blazed with magic, every time his son overstepped the line.
His father...The king...
The knights told him stories they remembered of him when he was a baby. They accepted him as a little brother. And protected him as such. He felt an arrow whirl by his shoulder. The king told them to bring him home, at all costs. As long as he was alive, bring him home. He muttered a spell under his breath. He vanished from the knights' sight. They would find him. After all, this was his home and they were his family.
The prince appeared in Camelot. No one could know his past, as long as he wanted to stay here. He was Prince Merlin Emrys of Ealdor; now, he was Merlin. Just Merlin.