Disclaimer: I am new to this site and I am disappointed that many of the characters are stolen from the authors and so in protest I write about Merlin. Merlin is a legend that everyone owns and that everyone has a right to listen too. Please review as harshly as you wish.

Emrys was an unusual boy to say the least. He was known for his strangeness and his curiosity throughout the town and it seemed as though he always had something to ask or suggest. Many found him to be queer, more found excuses to avoid him, and almost everyone hated Emrys when he asked questions. Emrys wished for things to change and he asked people why the world hated questions but they just shrugged him off and all but ran away.

Finally, Emrys had had enough. He was tired of being insulted because he asked questions and did not conform to natural human life. So, he went to the one person he deemed necessary to say good-bye too. Emrys said his only farewell to the one being on the planet that cared about him truly and was not angry when he asked questions; his own mother.

"Mother," he called, "where are you?"

"Emrys?" she replied, "what do you want? I am busy with some of my patients and I am very busy."

"I'm leaving."

"Leaving where?"

"I'm leaving the village and all the rotten people in it, aside from you of course, and I was just stopping to say good-bye."

Elen, Emrys mother, became distress when she heard of when she hear this. Emrys was only fourteen, how would he survive by himself? However, she knew she could not stop him for he had that determined look in his eyes that always preceded him finishing what he started. Elen had no choice and she hated the fact that he was leaving her all alone.

"You would leave your mother all alone?" she asked.

"I need more than there is in this town and I want to learn while these fools wish for me to become lazy and stupid like them!"

"Then I consent, but you must agree that you will come back in four seasons time so that I may know that you are alive and well."

"Fine. Good-bye, Mother."

And before she could say good-bye he was gone. He took nothing with him, aside from a sack with a little food and a little money. Emrys was not prepared for the hard battles he would fight, but he would soon be ready.

And so the story and the legend are born anew—Will U. Netsil