Sorry for the exceptionally late update, I have been in Spain for the past 3 weeks and so couldnt update. So, to make it up, I will update a new chapter every day until Friday, hoping it will win back some reviews. Hope you enjoy and review soon! Will see y'all tomorrow :)

Chapter 2

Arthur Pendragon was next in line to the throne. Not many people would know though. Arthur hated many things about his life, his father included, and so he spent many of his days scrounging the streets to see what his father's rule was doing.

So far, Arthur disliked what he saw. Many people walked around with wary expressions, constantly checking each other's sleeves for the sign of magic. Arthur hated the way magic users were treated. Yes, many had tried to attack the castle, but Arthur believed it was only due to the way they were treated as to why they responded.

Suddenly, a clattering and yelping caught his hearing and so Arthur ran around to the corner, gasping at what he saw.

It had been Anti –Magic patrollers, and they looked far too happy to see Merlin.

"You," the leader sneered, eying the moon on Merlin's sleeve, "Are about to wish you were never born."

Soon, they began beating Merlin, not listening to the boy's pleas for mercy. Merlin could barely see, black splodges splattered across his vision, and his ribs felt like someone had lit an open flame to them. He didn't dare use magic against them. Merlin had heard horrible jeers from various people about how magic users that fought using their gifts were beaten, or worse. Well, he thought, he didn't know anything much worse than this.

Suddenly, the beating stopped, and Merlin gasped for precious air. He saw a strange blonde haired man standing in front of him, and to his surprise, it appeared that the Anti- Magic people were afraid of him. Merlin closed his eyes and smiled at his saviour, drifting into sweet unconsciousness.

Arthur was furious. A group of his father's men were beating a defenceless boy, who it appeared had done nothing wrong. Well, he wouldn't stand for it. Arthur grabbed the man at the front of the beating and pulled him off the boy, who immediately began gasping for the air that had been denied from him.

"Sire!" one of the men shouted. All of them stopped and turned towards him, trembling when they saw the anger raging across the young man's face.

"How. Dare. You. What did that boy do to you?"

"Sire, the boy possesses magic, he-"

"I don't care if he has magic, what I do care about is why you were beating him!"

All the men lowered their heads at being reprimanded by their Prince.

"Now," Arthur continued, "If I ever see you beating him, or anyone again, you will regret it! Now go!"

The men needed no encouragement, and were running with their tails between their legs. Arthur turned back towards the boy lying before him. He had blood seeping through his clothes, which were ragged and were very dirty. He noticed the boys magic symbol lay in tatters on the floor, and Arthur sighed as he picked up the teenager, worried when he discovered how light the boy felt. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to bring the boy home, but that would only lead to more harm than good.

Suddenly, inspiration hit him like a lightning bolt. Who else would help a magic user than another magical being? It was time he paid a visit to his sister.