Hey guys, I meant to post this yesterday, but life got in the way sorry! Here's chapter three!

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Arthur still couldn't sleep. It had been hours and he kept thinking about that diary.

"This is ridiculous, Merlin's rambling's should not be keeping me awake like this. I have to wonder though, what does Merlin mean, he's scared for his life? The oaf can't have magic; he's probably just being overly dramatic. Yeah, that's it. Merlin can't be magical." Arthur tried to convince himself that Merlin would never break the law, even though he knew that wasn't true. He thought about Merlin's father. Arthur knew that Merlin had grown up without knowing his father, but he never realized that Merlin was technically, a bastard child. It was common knowledge that the world was not kind to fallen women and bastard children. Merlin always seemed so happy though. And what war was his father a criminal of? "The Great Purge." Arthur whispered, but quickly shook the thought from his mind. He rolled over and groaned before lighting a candle and once again opening the diary.

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was certainly eventful, as was today. I was passing through the courtyard when I see a knight bullying his servant. Anyone who knows me knows that I can't stand people treating others like they're better than them, it's not right! So I try to stop him, and what happens I get arrested and spend the night in the dungeons! Then, once Gaius gets me out, I have to spend the day in the stocks! I swear, Prince Arthur, or Prince Prat as I should say is probably worse than Cenred! I wouldn't be surprised if he sent women and children to die before himself, the way he acts. Damn royals, they're all the same, Will's right. One good thing did happen today though. I met this girl, her name is Guinevere, but everyone calls her Gwen. She's really nice and pretty. She said I was brave, even though there was no way I was going to beat him. Apparently I'm not one of those "rough tough save the world kind of fellows". I told her that I'm in disguise, but she doesn't believe me. Well I guess that's for the best. I was talking to Gaius earlier. He says that there's never been someone like me before. He says that magic takes years of practice, of study, but I've been able to do it since before I could talk. I keep hearing a voice too. It's calling my name. I'm not mad; at least I don't think so. I can feel the power in it. It feels… ancient. I haven't told Gaius about it though. I'm sure he'd just get worried. Still it scares me. My whole existence scares me. I don't understand. Why was I born this way? Am I some kind of monster? What am I? Maybe Gaius can answer my questions. I'll try to ask him tomorrow…

-Merlin

Arthur just stared at the entry. He couldn't deny it anymore, convince himself otherwise. It was written right there, clear as day. Merlin had magic. But what Arthur didn't understand was how Merlin could be born with magic. Sorcerer's chose to study magic right? Then again, apparently Gaius thought Merlin was the only person to be born with magic. Arthur felt angry and betrayed, yet at the same time, sad and confused. No matter how bad the situation was, Merlin was always the first person to offer a smile. He was always smiling, and it always scared Arthur when he wasn't, because he knew something bad was going to happen. But behind that smile it seemed that Merlin was afraid. Afraid for his life, afraid of Arthur, and most of all it seemed afraid of himself. How could Merlin possibly think that he was a monster? Arthur then realized something. Even though Merlin didn't grow up in Camelot, he still lived near the border. The prejudice against magic reached far beyond Camelot. Merlin probably grew up hearing from adults that magic was evil, as were those who used it. Arthur had been against executing all sorcerers for a long time. Even after his father's death, he still blamed Dragoon, not magic. He had begun to think about repealing the ban on magic, at least gradually. He was still mad at Merlin though. Whether it was because Merlin had magic or because Merlin didn't tell him, he still wasn't sure. Maybe it was the way Merlin had thought of him all those years ago. It seemed Merlin was the same as his friend Will and Gwaine in how they thought of nobles. He wondered what had changed that. Arthur flipped to the next page, deciding to read more.

Alright! I hope you liked it! I'm shocked by the response I've gotten to this story, I really am, you all seem to like it! Thank you guys so much! Next chapter up in a bit! I promise.

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