chapter4

Merlin had been in the castle for two days now. His fever was nearly gone now, but not all the way and he was starting to get bored locked in the room all day. Merlin got up from the bed and walked over to the door slowly and opened it. There was no one in the hallway. Merlin smiled and walked out of the room. He had some exploring to do.

King Cenred stood staring at his men.

"What do you mean he escaped?" He snarled. "It's not hard to capture one boy." He hissed.

"Forgive me, my lord. But it wasn't our fault."

Cenred glared again, taking a step forward.

The gaurd took a step back. "We had run into someone who was willing to help him."

"Who would dare to interfere with king Cenred?" Cenred snarled.

"There is only one, My Lord." At the gaurds face, king Cenreds head tilted, his brows narrowed.

"Pendragon." Cenred snarled.

The guard nodded. "What will you do, My Lord? You cannot call upon the dragon, without the Dragonlord."

"Do you think I do not know that!" Cenred yelled. "I will get that boy. He is the last Dragonlord, now that Balinor is dead."

"My lord, if I make speak freely?" Another gaurd asked. The leader glared at him.

"Speak."

"We cannot be sure that this boy was Balinors."

Cenred glared for what felt like the hundreth time in ten minutes. "What do you mean?"

"My Lord. Balinors son would not only be able to call upon the dragon, but he would also use his 'skills' to escape from us. This boy, ran like a normal person would. A sorcerer would know better. They would use their powers top escape."

Cenred looked thoughtful for a moment. "Theres only one way to find the true face of Balinors son." He held out a necklace

Merlin had been wondering around for a couple of hours when he stumbled upon another door he hadn't seen yet. Merlin looked around . No one was in sight, Merlin bit his bottom lip then pushed the door with a grunt.

Merlins mouth opened in awe.

It was a huge library, books all over. Merlin walked into the huge square room. Every inch covered in books. Merlin stared straight ahead. The was an old man sitting there, scanning through papers.

Merlin walked up to him.

"Escuse me."

The old man jumped. "Good heavens! Don't sneak up on a person like that, child. Especially an old man like myself."

"Sorry." Merlin smiled.

The old man stared. "You must be Merlin."

Merlins smile faded. "H-how-"

"I may be old and spend most of my time here, but I can keep up with gossip around the castle, my boy."

Merlin nodded. 'How many people already knew about him than?'

"Can you point me to the fairytales."

The old man stared, making Merlin uncomfortable.

"My boy, how old are you?"

"I turned 17 last month." Merlin answered, feeling even more uncomfortable. He bit his lip. "You know what, i'll just come back later." Made was about to turn.

"Oh, don't worry my boy. I find myself reading childrens books myself." He got up from his seat. "Now, are you looking for anything specific?"

Merlin shook his head. "I just need something to read in my room."

Merlin slightly narrowed his brows. 'My room'. That sounded weird. Could Merlin even call a room in the castle 'my room'?

"Lets see then." The old man grabbed a thick book. "I suspect you don't want to carry ten books back to your room, but you don't want to come back every day to get a knew book. So how about... this?" He handed the book to Merlin.

Merlin was surprised to see the book wasn't that heavy for one so thick.

The old man open to the first page. "This is a story about a young woman whos destiny was unknown, until one day..." The old man stopped. "Thats not right." He mumbled. His brows narrowed and he took the book from Merlin.

"What is it?" Merlin asked.

"This book is suppose to be about a young woman falling in love with her prince."

"And?" Merlin asked confused.

The old man handed the book to Merlin. Merlin read the first line and looked at the first page where there was a young man. Merlin turned to the man.

"Maybe you grabbed the wrong book."

The old man shook his head. "I've read this book too many times over the last ten years. It's always been about a young woman." Merlin stared at the old man serious tone. "A sevant girl." The man finished.

Merlin stared back at the book. He gulped. "May I barrow it?" Merlin asked. He stared back at the old man. "I'd like to know what happens."

The man stared. "I-"

"Please?" Merlin asked. "I'll return it as soon as i'm done."

The mans mouth opened to protest, but his head betray him and he nodded.

Merlin smiled. "Thanks. As soon as i'm done..." With that, the boy left the library.

The old man stood frozen. 'What was it about Merlin that had people give into him?'

Merlin went straight to his room and began reading his book.

"A young servant walked through the forest, alone. He had no doute that his master 'the prince'..." Merlin stopped reading. "What?" He whispered.
Merlin skipped to the end page. He froze at the sight of the picture. Two young men...

'How could a servant boy and a prince fall in love?'

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