Title: Tale of a De aged Merlin

Author: Black eyed kids

Rating: Teen

Chapter: 10

Words: 1586

A/N: OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD! I AM SO SO SORRY! I sort of lost my note book with my Merlin stuff in it...so I kinda couldn't type anything so I had to re-write it from memory. But in my first version it was balinor who found Merlin, but I thought what the hell why not Margouse right! Anyway I will try and update more regularly! SUPER SORRY!

One week after the potions failure

Merlin sat on a bench in Morgana's chambers, Morgana sat in a chair across from him. He couldn't help but smile when she did, "I need you to focus alright Merlin?" Morgana asked him, he nodded and focused on the rag she held in her hand. What the two didn't know was Arthur was watching curiously. Merlin placed out his hand and thought of a flame warm and comforting from a distance but dangerous and harmful to the touch. he closed his eyes and let out a breath before opening them again to see small sparks shoot from his finger tips and turn into small balls of fire the size of a grain of rice shooting from his finger tips and hitting the rag which caught on fire in response.

Arthur clamped a hand over his mouth to hold in a gasp. Suddenly a flurry of emotions ran through him the first fear...sadness and sick then confusion and the last anger boiling hot rage.

Morgana saw the petrifying look of fear on Merlin's face as Arthur stormed in his face red with rage, "Arthur wait let me explai-" she was cut off when Arthur slapped her. She sat there shocked and holding her burning cheek.

Merlin panicked when Arthur suddenly grabbed his small forearm and began tugging him from Morgana's chambers, "A-Arthur that hurts!" Merlin yelped when the grip tightened.

Arthur clearly ignored Merlin and stormed into Merlin's chambers collected somethings in a bag and then started to take the bag and Merlin out of the castle.

"A-Arthur! L-Let me explain!" Arthur ignored Merlin's cries and simply pushed him into the forest and tossed the bag to the ground.

"Don't ever, EVER come back" Arthur snarled in furry and left Merlin there.


Merlin sat on the forest ground stunned at first, he couldn't believe it was happening it had to be a dream, a nightmare, and Merlin had to wake up! now!

But no matter how many times Merlin pinched his small 7 year old arms he never woke up, because...It wasn't a dream or a nightmare, It was real.


Morgana sat at her chambers window watching as small rain drops splattered onto her window and slowly formed into bigger drops that came down faster and harder.

"My lady I have your dresses clea- Morgana? whats wrong?" Gwen rushed over to Morgana's side dropping the basket she was holding to the floor.

Morgana lifted her tear stained face to looked at Gwen, "M-Merlin" she whimpered before bursting forth in tears and hugging her best friend/maid tightly.

"My lady, what is wrong with Merlin?" Gwen asked as she rubbed circles onto Morgana's back, which Morgana welcomed.

"A-Arthur, he is so angry," Morgana released Gwen, "He took Merlin awa-"

"H-How, HOW COULD YOU!" Arthur boomed as he entered Morgana's chambers slamming the door behind himself and completely ignoring Gwen's presence.

Morgana got up from her spot and wiped away the tears before storming over to Arthur meeting him with her own rage, "How could I!" she chuckled sarcastically, "How could you Arthur Pendragon, How could you throw Merlin out in the rain, Merlin your best friend in a 7 year olds body! He's defenseless Arthur-"

"Defenseless, really Morgana! he can catch things on fire! I don't call that defenseless...AND HE is not my friend!" Arthur snarled as he slammed his fist on the wooden table he stood next to.

"Yes DEFENSELESS," she pushed Arthur's chest, "And do not even try to deny your friendship! I have seen you two together. He makes you smile the way I could only wish to! and you threw that away because of your fathers IDIOTIC LAW!" She screamed not even trying to hide her voice, she just no longer cared who heard.

"Would you rather I let him stay and use his magic HERE, where if caught by someone besides me he would be hanged, burned or decapitated!" Arthur roared.


Merlin clutched the bag to his chest as he ran through the forest looking for any sort of shelter. The rain disguised his tears and it took Merlin a second to realize he was crying. Crying because his friend, his best friend besides Will (who was dead so Merlin only had Arthur now) tossed him aside and didn't give him a chance to explain.

Merlin finally found shelter under several rocks that form a small hollow, he tucked his legs into his chest and sat in the hallow.

He finally let his emotions burst fourth. Merlin felt himself slowly dying, he couldn't take the ache in his chest that said Arthur was never going to understand, understand that Merlin was afraid of himself 99.9% of the time, or that he was afraid he would hurt someone. Merlin knew Arthur most of all would never understand that the only time he felt his curse (magic) was going to a good use and no longer felt like a curse was when he used it to protect Arthur.


"My lady, what I think Prince Arthur is trying to say is that he-"

"I get what hes trying to say Guinevere, But what i do not understand," She took a step forward, "Is how he could not treat Merlin kindly and help him like we did with the druid boy."

Arthur was about to understand when he felt a pang...a pang of guilt, she was right, Arthur had helped the druid boy and yet he refused to do the same with Merlin? Arthur pushed it down and away. Merlin got what he deserved, he got what he deserved for lying to me! he told himself.

"Well Arthur! Why! Why help the druid boy, a boy you barley knew and yet not help Merlin!" Morgana screamed with a new found outburst of rage that grew in her chest.

"B-Because! He lied to me Morgana! He lied!" Arthur yelled back.

Morgana chuckled darkly and took a step away from Arthur, "How can he lie to you if you've never asked?" she growled before returning to her seat.


The rain finally stopped and Merlin got up and stretched, he had finally gotten to the point where he felt numb, where he no longer felt the ache. He simply felt lifeless.

Merlin began a trek up a large hill not caring if his bare 7 year old feet would be able to carry him up it. Merlin focused on the numbness and eventually became so numb he didn't even hear the horse coming up from behind him.

"Boy? Are you lost?" Merlin turned to see a curly blond woman with chocolate brown eyes and wore armour.

"U-Uhm...Not really, I-I just cant go home" He murmured to the woman.

Margouse tilted her head to the side in confusion before getting off her horse, "Why can't you return home little one?" She asked as she rested her hand on the boys shoulder.

"I-I have magic" Merlin admitted no longer caring who knew.

"Well, little one you are not alone. You see I have magic as well" she muttered a few words and a ball of ice formed in her hands.

Merlin gasped, "My name little one is Margouse, what is yours?" Margouse asked kindly.

"M-Merlin, My name is Merlin" he said offering the kind sorceress a smile.

"Well Merlin would you like to come with me?" Margouse asked Merlin with a kind smile.

"Y-You'd do that for me?"

"Of course, you are after all a sorcerer, one with magic, we magical people should stick together. What do you say would you like to come with me?"

"I-I'd like that" Merlin replied.

Margouse smiled and helped Merlin onto the horse, "Hold on tightly" she said.

A/N: So... My punctuation? Bettar no? :3 I got a little tip from a senior in my ojibwe class :3 he's super nice!

Giga-waa-baa-min-niwiji-agan! or Giga-waa-baa-min-niji-kwe

(I will see you later my cross gender friend or Female friend)