Moon Fox: Yeah…I think that Morgana had always been kind, but very very feisty. You will see it a lot more later on.

icarusLSU: He was probably a really lonely kid until Morgana came to the castle. But yeah…totally spoilt.

Bri: I was going to PM you, but then I just decided that since I was making this I would just respond to you here. Gorlois would have been an awesome character to see I think. I made him look like Morgause a lot because I think that Morgana must have looked a lot like her mother. This chapter will make you feel a little sad I think, but very glad.

Merlin's memory is up! Just another look into what it would have been like for him growing up. When I update BBF (sun or mon) I will mention one of these memories in it. Not sure which one as I will hopefully be adding two more before I publish BBF.

Happy reading! And remember I do not own Merlin! But I love to play with them.

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Morgana sat in her tent next to Mordred. The young man was telling her druid stories and she was reveling in every single one of them. It was like the stories her father used to tell her every night before bed except in reverse. She was just learning her way around the camp and at first the everyone had been leery of her, hearing all the things she had done, but they soon warmed to her with Mordred's aid. Morgana thought it odd that the very people she was fighting for were afraid of her. It made her start to really think about her past deeds and made her ask herself if she might have been wrong.

After Mordred's story was done she waved him goodbye and changed into her sleeping clothes that were given to her by another druid woman…she was still learning all the names. She repaid the woman with healing an old wound given to her by Uther's men. It was a fair exchange and allowed Morgana to tap into her healing abilities. Where had they been when she needed them for her sister? The sorceress thought to herself angrily. She had fully recovered from her exposure to the cold and now she was staying with the druids until Morded would let her leave.

She really did love that boy. Morgana laid down in the bed and closed her eyes to drift off to sleep and hopefully not dream any visions or nightmares.

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Morgana was small again in the rickety old house. It was night-time and she was leaning against the door trying to listen to the other side.

Merlin pushed his ear against the door and heard his mother and several of the villagers. "Hunith! Listen to reason. The boy needs to leave. He's dangerous."

"He's only dangerous to you because he has a gift that you know nothing about."

"Magic is dangerous! Especially in the hands of a child and he has no father to raise him, to discipline him. It's too much for a woman to handle." The man's tone was condescending.

"You listen here. Merlin is MY son, not yours and you have no idea what you are talking about, Ederin. I'm not sending him anywhere and No one…do you hear me? No one is going to take him from me."

"Hunith. Listen to reason."

"No, you listen. How about we send off your son? Or your daughter to that place? What if it was them? This is only because Merlin's father isn't here. You are all cowards, do you hear me? He saved Will's life with his power. He could have done many things with it that weren't good, but he used it for someone else. If he were causing trouble, menace, then you would have a leg to stand on, but he is a good boy."

"Cenred's magic finders will come for him."

"They don't come this far out near the border. Only for taxes." He heard his mother argue.

"What about Sallie's girl? They came for her just 5 summers ago." Another man said responded.

"They only come when they hear a rumor. So don't think for one second you can fool me. If they do come, mark my words, you will regret it, because I will know exactly who sent them. Now get away from my home." Merlin heard his mother yell. His mother never yelled. What did they mean send him away? He didn't want to leave. Before Merlin could yank his head away from the door his mother opened it and he nearly fell onto his face. He jerked up and stumbled backwards, afraid he was in trouble. His mother looked on the verge of tears and her face was red.

"Mama, what's wrong?" He moved over to her and hugged her leg. "Don't cry."

Hunith bent down, "Nothing, sweetheart. It's nothing. You are such a good boy, you know that?"

Merlin wiped his mother's tears from her cheeks, "Yes, mama. What did they mean about taking me away?"

His mother's lips thinned and she let out an angry breath, "Nothing. No one is taking you anywhere. It's just old men and their superstitions."

"They don't like me because I did the thing with the branch do they?" He asked, feeling guilty now that his mother was suffering because of him.

"You did something very good with the branch. Will would have been carried down the stream if you hadn't saved him. You and he are friends now, aren't you?"

"He punches the kids who make fun of me." Merlin brightened.

"As well he should. No one should make fun of you."

"Why do they?"

"Because they don't understand you. You are special and they want to be special too."

"Can't I make them special?"

Hunith laughed, "Always thinking of other people aren't you? I hope that never comes back to haunt you, my little one."

"But can I?"

"No. It's in here." She tapped his chest, "And here." She put a finger between his eyes, then gave him a kiss. He could smell the salt of her tears.

"Don't worry, mama. I will save us." Merlin was only six, but he understood his love for his mother and understood that he had to be good, "I won't use my specialness again. No one will go."

Hunith murmured something that Merlin didn't pick up and brought him into a hug. She picked him up and headed for the bed and as they passed the window Merlin saw the face of old Ederin, looking at him with dark eyes.

Merlin ignored the old man and lay down next to his mother in the bed. "How about I tell you a story?"

"What kind of story?"

"A story about princes and princesses and knights and big monsters that they defeat."

"Yes! Tell me about it mother."

"Well, long ago in a great land…." Hunith started up and Merlin stared at her and listened until his eyes started to droop and he nodded off. The last thing he felt was his mother kissing his temple.

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Morgana awoke in the morning, confused and disoriented. Her respect for Merlin's mother continued to grow. It was Merlin's memories in that place that didn't appreciate his magic. It was a natural response to something they did not understand and it made her sad and angry. Hunith wouldn't let anyone take her son, and in the dreams she started to understand more and more about what drove her…enemy…could he be called an enemy now? Her heart said no, but her rational side said yes. The smell of food made her throw back her covers and peek out into the camp. It was time to start another day.

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This one is a little shorter than Morgana's but I'm pulling a lot from my own muse and my observations of the series. Merlin ended up leaving Ealdor because he was ostracized from the town. I will continue to build on it, but there will be other memories. If you can think of a good memory for Merlin's side I will be glad to hear it. I have tons for Morgana, not so many for him.

Thank you for reading this! And I will have another for Morgana tomorrow I hope. It will be her very first vision and it won't be pretty.