Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin.
Merlin found himself once again looking out the window of his small bedroom. He had found that he enjoyed sitting there, looking out over Camelot and seeing what was going on around him. It was here that he was able to sit and think about what was going on around him. Today Merlin found himself thinking about the people he had left behind in Ealdor and the people he had met in Camelot.
There hadn't been too many people in Ealdor that Merlin was close with, but there were a few. First and foremost was his mother. He missed her dearly, but he had finally come to terms with their separation. He couldn't help the sadness brought on by the thoughts of his oldest friend. Will had been the first person other than his mother to know about his magic. The fact that he was now dead was still hard for Merlin to beleive.
He smiled to himself as he thought of Gwen. She had been the first person to befriend him, going out of her way to be nice to him. The two had developed a close friendship since his arrival, and he was happy about that. Next, he thought of Lancelot. The man had only been in his life a short time, but Merlin also felt a bond of friendship with the man. He hoped that one day he would see the man again. Thoughts of Gaius entered his mind. The man always had time for Merlin. He was always there for him, acting as a father and a guide. Then there was Arthur. The two would never admit it openly, but they both shared a unique friendship, one brought about by destiny itself. Merlin relaxed, knowing he was surrounded by people who cared for him.