Hi guys. As promised, I bring here the new story. I don't know if I will continue, it's only to test things like this. Well, nonetheless, enjoy it.

I'm not own from Merlin.

She remembered the first day she saw him. The day it all started. Him, nothing but a peasant like any other. She remembered seeing him from her window in an execution like any other. She saw him as an innocent boy, but at the same time frightened after admiring such a massacre. It had been like a connection. She had felt how she felt, and he was exactly how she always felt after seeing an execution like that. But there was one thing he could most witness, and that feeling she could not imagine: it was fear. He was afraid, but why be afraid to be executed for having magic if you knew perfectly well that you didn't possess it? And now she understands. Of course, all that moment, his whole life in Camelot, he had feared the moment when he was discovered of his magic and executed.

And to think that at first glance he was just a peasant, a boy, but that same boy was the one who in the not too distant future was going to be his undoing, and he would kill her. He did not seem to be Emrys, but she could in those days see some of his premature wisdom in his eyes, although at that time he seemed still too young and inexperienced to look good.

That was her first glimpse of him. It just caught her eye, just not knowing exactly why. She thought it was interesting. Funny, maybe. Surely knowing that she was not the only one who hated executions for using magic, but also because of his fear that he had, although she at the time could not know why.

She remembered thinking of him as a sorcerer and having laughed at it. She just thought it was a funny joke when she thought about it, and she never imagined that was true. But it was. Until now, she found it hard to believe.

She also recalled that he had been sent in the dungeons on the first day. "Poorboy." That was the first thing she thought when she heard it. But as the following words were: because he confronted Arthur, she no longer felt pity for that boy, but respect. At the time, hearing that he had confronted Arthur, the prince, it simply seemed to him, to put it in some way, surprising and mind-blowing.

A peasant boy like him, thin and seemingly fragile, had faced the prince himself. And she imagined how he would have done it. Knowing Arthur, he was probably being arrogant and ill-mannered with his inferiors. And then she imagined the boy, thin and fragile, but upset to see what Arthur was doing. She imagined him as a hero, facing the same law for equals to him. For the downtown. For all those who had no noble blood. Yes, without a doubt, when she heard that, the image of the young man was taking shape, and she liked his way of being more and more. He had been very brave to face each other like this.

And again, the thought of the boy alone and sad in the cold, dark, and damp dungeons of the castle came to mind. Yes, she remembered that she couldn't do anything but wait for nothing to happen to him. And to think that at that moment she had hoped that he would be fine, compared to now, that she wanted him dead more than anything else. She hated it, but she couldn't stop thinking about what it had been like in the past. Everything so different.

Luckily for her at that time, they did nothing extremely wrong to him. She remembered how people threw vegetables and bad fruit in his face in a trap. She couldn't help but smile at it. Yes, she remembered that perfectly. Then she also remembered seeing Gwen, her maid and former friend (what remote memories, really) back then, going to talk to him. She remembered feeling some envy at not being able to meet the brave boy who had faced the prince himself.

When Gwen was there that same day helping her comb her hair, she set out to ask.

"Gwen, do you know the name of that boy you met this morning?"

She remembered the red cheeks Gwen had had after asking her that. Yes, she almost forgot how in love Gwen was for Merlin.

"Merlin, my lady. A lovely young man."

She didn't remember exactly how she felt at that time, but she did feel a little appreciation for the boy who called himself Merlin. She also remembered wanting to know more about him. Meet him. For few peasants had faced the nobility for the right. That's what Merlin differentiated from others for her back then.

And that was the beginning of it all.

And that's it. As I said, I don't know if I will continue, but if one day I'm bored, I can bring more. Yeah, I think I will leave it here, and sometimes, once a week or a month, I will bring another. Tell me what you think about this. Dis you like it? Would you like to have more of it? It depends on you if you want it or not. Well, meanwhile, I will bring as always the other story "The Last Dragon Lord", and if you want it, this one as well.

You can comment and revise, as always, and you'll make me happy :). See you.

LegolasHV