Merlin put his own horse in the stables. When he was price he would often come to the stables to escape his duties, not that there were many but the life of a prince could be so busy. Sometimes his friends would come with him. He sighed as he put his horse in a random stall, he wanted to go to his old stall, to be like old times.

When he was younger he used to get one of the horses, normally Hasian (The horse he raised since she was a foal.) and ride her till he couldn't stop.

He decided to look for the mare, it would be grown up by know and may even belong to the king.

He walked up the stalls, hearing the familiar crunch of dry straw beneath his feet and he felt more at home than ever. He was about to give up, to say its hopeless when saw a familiar shape. He ran to the last stall and almost cried at what he saw. Hasian was still there but she wasn't alone, there was a tiny foal, probably born a few weeks ago in the stall with her. Merlin opened the gate and started towards her, Hasian looked up, weary of the new arrival but Merlin just kept on walking.

"Hey Girl, remember me." He said, clicking his tongue 3 times. Hasian walked towards her owner cautiously and Merlin felt worry, had they hurt her as well? Had they whipped her? As he was about to lay his hand on his horses head he felt something sharp press against his back.

"What are you doing with my horse?" A voice asked.

"I was just looking at her. I didn't mean any harm." Merlin said, acting oblivious.

He heard the slide of a sword as it went into its scabbard and Merlin turned.

Meeting familiar brown eyes.

"Jordan!" He yelled before clamping his hand over his mouth, he pretty just admitted to knowing him.

Jordan narrowed his eyes. If there was one thing that Merlin learnt was that you didn't want Jordan to be your enemy.

"How do you know me?" Jordan asked.

"I… I call everyone Jordan." He stuttered, knowing it was useless.

"Jordan! You ok?" Another man came in Merlin sight. With startling green eyes.

"Thomas." He breathed, but Jordan still heard him.

"Call ever body Jordan do you?" He asked, (probably amused by this whole thing).

"I call blondes Thomas." Merlin replied.

"Who are you." Jordan put his blade out and put it against his neck.

"Jordan wait." Thomas said from behind Jordan. Jordan pulled back, obviously confused.

"What? Do you know this guy?" He asked.

Thomas just pushed past Jordan and came face to face with Merlin.

"Is it you?" Thomas asked.

"Depends." Merlin said. "If you want to buy me a drink.

Thomas laughed and hugged his old friend, Merlin laughed too and returned the jesture. They hadn't seen eachother for so long.

When Thomas pulled away he had tears running down his face.

'WHATS GOING ON!" Jordan yelled.

Thomas just laughed.

"You are starting to look like him you know?" Thomas said, grinning like an idiot.

"Don't start that again. Oh Merlin, you look just like your father." He said in a high pitched girl voice.

"Merlin?" Jordan asked, surprised but he quickly overcame that. Seeing the resemblance of this man and his childhood friend.

"Jordan." Merlin nodded before Jordan pulled him into a hug.

"We missed you so much." He said before pulling away, and punching Merlin in the face. Well, Jordan had always been his most rebelliest knight. But also one of his strongest.

Merlin stumbled backwards and fell down, holding his sore jaw.

"Ouch!" He said glaring at his friend.

"You left us!" Jordan shouted.

"Jordan…" Thomas tried but Jordan just glared at Thomas.

"Don't start Tom, you know as well as I the things this king has done." He sneered and turned back to Merlin.

"8 years! 8 years of serving the worst and cruellest king imaginable. Do you know what he did to those who would rebel?" He asked.

Merlin just shook his head, he didn't want to hear this but he needed to hear this.

"They executed them. Richard, Julion, some of the other knights, Men, women and Children. THEY ARE ALL DEAD BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T RETURN AND FIGHT!" He yelled.

His words hit Merlin like A horse had kicked him. Julion and Richard had been executed. So many people he had cared about, killed off for returning the gesture. Just because he didn't return to his kingdom. Because he didn't fight for his people as hard as he could.

Merlin looked up at his friend, tears in his eyes.

"I didn't know." He tried but Jordan just glared.

"Damn right you didn't know. You weren't here to know. You ran off like a snivelling coward." He whispered but his words cut through him more than anything he had said before.

Jordan spat on the ground and stormed out of the stables, Thomas rushing to Merlins side. He put a comforting hand on Merlins shoulder.

"It wasn't your fault." Thomas said sadly.

"But it was." Merlin replied. "I left. I went to cenreds kingdom and then I come to Camelot and leave my people to suffer. Stupid destiny." He mumbled at the end but Thomas heard him anyway.

"Destiny?" Thomas asked.

Merlin nodded. Not really wanting to explain this but there was no escaping it now.

"Remember how my father was a dragonlord?" He asked and Thomas nodded.

"There used to be a dragon chained beneath the castle. He told me of my destiny. Arthur is said to be the once and future king. To bring magic back to the land and unite the five kingdoms. But he faces many threats." Merlin said, looking at his friend.

"That's when you come in?" Thomas asked. Merlin nodded.

"Arthur needs my help. I am apparently the most powerful warlock to even live or something like that. Bad enough being one of the best swordsmen in the five kingdoms let alone warlock. The druids even call me Emrys." Merlin finished, the last part made him blush in embarrassment.

Thomas just stared at him for a moment.

"You do realise you are a servant?" He asked. Merlin nodded.

"Arthur doesn't care about that." He replied, defending Arthur.

Thomas smiled.

"Things have changed for you. You built a new life." Thomas smiled, standing up and offering his hand. Merlin smiled and realised that Thomas was just like Lancelot. Accepting, kind, loyal, honourable and one of his best friends.

"Thanks you." He whispered, taking his old friends hand and standing.

Thomas stared at him for a moment.

"Merlin?" He asked.

"Hmmm?" Merlin replied turning back to his old horse.

"Where are you sleeping?" His friend asked him.

"The servants quarters." Merlin replied and Thomas just started laughing. Merlin looked back at him, a grin on his face but he was still confused.

"What?" He asked.

"You are a long lost prince, the rightful heir to the throne, the best swordsman in the five kingdoms, the most powerful warlock alive and Prince Arthurs personal protector. And you are sleeping in crappy servant quarters?" He laughed.

Merlin just started laughing along with him. It had been so long since he had laughed along with his friend, too long.

"You are sleeping in my room." Thomas said. And Merlins grin disappeared.

"No. That's your room." Merlin said but Thomas shook his head.

"I have a guest bed in my room." He replied. Merlin was about to argue but Thomas put his hand up.

"No Merlin, it is my duty. As a knight of Asectian. Besides," He smiled. "What would your father think if I let you sleep in a servants quarters?"

"He never used to mind, that much." Merlin said.

"You rather slept in my room, Your room, the other knights rooms or the servants quarters." Thomas said.

"Now lets go before someone notices your gone. The king has a feast tonight so we should probably clean up before we go." Thomas patted Merlin on the back as he led Merlin to his chambers.

But despite the troubles that Thomas had gone through, what could happen if someone had found out. He was ecstatic, he had found the lost prince.

I hope the next chapter will be interesting. I don't know whats going to happen in this story, I have an idea but It might change. ;)

I don't know when I can update next. Probably tomorrow or the next day. It's the weekend so I have stuff to do but I might write.

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