Day 18 and 18 days til Christmas.

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A long one today. When I originally came up with this idea, I made it in four parts, which this is technically also in.

There will be a couple of stories that will be like this.

Title: Merlin as a Druid

Characters: Merlin, Hunith, Morgana, Gorlois

Paring: Mergana

Word Count: 1,508

Summary: Eadlor notice sMerlin's magic and Hunith makes the decision to leave and find the druids. Kid!Merlin, Druid!Merlin, Kid!Morgana (4 Parts)

They knew. They all knew about him. They all knew about his magic. She couldn't understand how they could have. She had tried so hard to try to keep it a secret. She had told Merlin why it was important that he kept it a secret as well. They started saying horrible things about him and her. They called him the devil's child. They called her a whore. They didn't know about her relationship with Balinor. They didn't understand that his magic was something that he nor she could control. The insults got worse and worse and Hunith couldn't take it. She got a little frustrated with him when he kept asking why they were leaving. He was only four. He didn't really know what was happening. They just had to leave.

They wondered around in the forest. She prayed that nothing would happened to them. She hoped to find the druids. She knew of their kind nature. She knew that with her son's powers, they would except them. Hunith knew of their abilities and knew that if anyone could help her then they could. But tracking them down wasn't easy and she was sure that the camp they did stumble upon was only by chance. Or it could have been fate. She didn't care. She was just glad that they had found one.

The leader started to tell Hunith all about the legend surrounding her son. He told her about the great things that Merlin was to achieve. He told her that his destiny was joined with another's and that he would be like an adviser to him. She knew that he could never be that man if they had stayed in Ealdor. This was probably not a bad thing for them. The druids could teach him to control his magic. The druids could teach him everything he needed to know to become Emrys. Everything was going to be alright for them now that they were with the druids. Every mother knows that their child is special but maybe Hunith underestimated how special her son was. He had made her proud without having done anything.

She enjoyed going out with her father whenever he was asked to come to Camelot. For someone so young she did enjoy travelling a lot. She liked the fact that she could sit so tall on her horse. She was constantly moaning about how short she was. Her father told her that she still had time to grow. Her mother was apparently the same height as her father. She hoped she would be too.

They stopped off in a village for supplies. That was the first time that she met him. They were slowing running out of supplies. It was a long way back from Camelot to Tintangel. Her father had told her not to go far but she never really listened. Somehow she ended up face to face with a boy about her age. He smiled sweetly at her and she returned it. He brought her back to the camp. No one had really battered an eyelash to why she was there. She didn't really understand what the camp was until her father came. A woman scooped the boy up into her arms after seeing the red cloak and all the other people stepped back from the centre and her. She noted the scared look on their faces. Morgana watched as her father walked over to her and offered his hand, telling her it was time that they headed on their way.

He looked up at the boy's mother and the rest of the camp and told them that they were safe, that they weren't going to do anything. The boy managed to wiggle out of his mother's arms and came up to her, stopping only a step away. That was when he held out his hand and properly introduced himself as Merlin and when she introduced herself as Morgana, taking his hand. He turned her hand over and kissed it. It was a movement she had seen done in court of many times but never had it done to her. She knew that she would remember Merlin forever because of that one movement. She looked back as her father lead her away. She hoped that their paths would cross again. She made sure she remember the mark on his chest. It might be the only way that she could identify him later in life.

He had been preparing for this role for a long time. This was the role that had been told to him since he was four. The druid leader had said that he was ready and that he should start the next chapter in his life. He had told him what to expect from Camelot and what he should do. His mother had given him a letter to give Gaius, her uncle. Merlin had wanted to question why they didn't go to Camelot straight away but he already knew the answer to that one when some of the elders protested against him leaving.

Camelot was a beautiful as everyone had told him. He spent a while looking up at the castle that he was soon to call home. He didn't want to leave his mother as she was the only family he had. But he knew that the rest of the camp would look after her. It didn't matter that she didn't have magic. They were all one big family, even if they weren't related.

Merlin looked down at his chest before he entered the gates, making sure that his druid mark was hidden. He didn't want to be marched off to the dungeons as soon as he entered the city. It was the moment he wished it was in a less conspicuous place. Maybe on his shoulder or on his leg or lower down on his abdomen. But then again, no one could choose where it was. After knowing what he had to do, he wanted to become one of them. He was meant to be their saviour. He wanted to be more than that he wanted to be a part of them.

He patted down his neckerchief to make sure it was hidden. This was a new chapter in his life. This was him being the man that he was destined to become. Maybe part of Merlin was glad that he could settle down again, even though he was only young when they left Ealdor. That he didn't have to live on the move any more. Maybe leaving the camp would be the best thing for him.

When Gaius had said about the Lady Morgana, he had wondered if it was the same Morgana that he had met as a child. He had never forgotten her or her father. He had been teased by a few of the other children by him kissing her hand. She had never left him and he had always hoped to met her again. He knew that she must have come from a noble family for her father to wear the red and gold cloak of Camelot but he would never have a chance with her being a Lady. She shouldn't even give him a second glance.

Merlin placed the sleeping draft down on the table. He didn't want to because he knew what her dreams could be. She could be a seer. They had a few in the camp and he always looked at them in amazement as they told everyone what they saw. He turned around to leave and that was when he saw her for the second time. Her beauty had grown with her age and he was sure that she had to have magic to look that beautiful. He wanted to speak. He wanted to stop staring.

She shone him a smile as she remembered where she had seen him before and what happened that day. She said his name and it made his heart flutter. He happily said that she remembers him. She told him that she could never forget him. He was the first one to kiss her hand. She had always hoped to run into him again. He stood there, smiling like an idiot. He told her that he had never forgotten about her either.

She walked over to him and rearranged her neckerchief to hide the small part of his druid mark. She placed her finger on her lips. She wasn't going to tell anyone and he was glad of it. As her father had said, he was safe. She asked him if he was staying in Camelot. He told her that he was staying with Gaius. He then told her that he had a destiny to complete. She smiled at him and told him that she hoped that she was going to have a part in it. Merlin told her that he hoped she did as well.