A/N: Hi everyone, sorry for the long wait, but I was on holiday. At the same time the future chapters will probably take somewhat longer, because I'm really busy with school and I'm going to live on my own!... okay, together with a friend, but still...

Again I thank everyone for the great reviews I got, they are wonderful!

I wrote this chapter for all the people that are afraid to be who they are. Be who you want to be and be happy, don't let others decided who you should be. Don't follow the crowd, but be your own person, live your own life!

xxx

The warlock bit his lip as he stared at the little boy in the middle of the clearing. The shadows of the trees and a bit of his magic made him invisible for others to see, and so the little boy hadn't noticed him either.

big tears were rolling over the small boy's face, his hands placed over his eyes in order to try and hide the tears, not that it was really working. The blond boy let out another sob and Merlin almost felt his heart break, he had to do something... he had intended to visit 'his' grave without anyone noticing him, but he just couldn't let the boy be like this.

He slowly walked out of the shadows, his eyes set on the lonely boy in the clearing. 'Are you alright?' He asked with a soft and gentle voice.

The blond boy's little head snapped up. His eyes stood wide and he stared for a moment at the raven before trying to rub away his tears. 'I-I am fine.'

Merlin kneeled down next to the boy, his eyes meeting the small blue ones. 'You're not, I can see it.'

The boy just blinked in shock at him before taking an deep breath while sticking his chest forward, trying to look impressive. 'I'm fine. I'm the prince of Camelot, so I don't need any help!' He spook big words, but Merlin could just feel the fear underneath them.

The warlock just grinned at him and sat down in front of the prince. 'You can tell me if you want.'

'I don't think-.'

'No one here knows me.' He placed an reassuring hand on the blond's shoulder. 'Tell me what's wrong.' He let his magic flow through his hands, trying to calm the little boy.

The boy let out another sob before he held his little hands in front of him. Merlin saw how trust appeared in those big blue eyes. The child stared intense at his hands and a warm red light appeared between his small fingers. The warlock blinked in surprise as he saw the little prince's magic. The two of them locked eyes, but the boy immediately dropped his head. '... That's my secret...' More tears ran over the boy's cheeks.

'... I can't see the problem.' The boy looked confused up. 'It isn't like magic is still illegal here.'

'Uhh... yeah, but- but I'm king Arthur's grandson and so that means I have to be brave and a good fighter and- and not someone with magic...'

Merlin's eyes softened. 'But you aren't him, you're yourself and no one else. You will become a great man, you don't have to walk in his shadow.'

'Even with magic?'

'Even with magic.'

The boy shook confused his head. 'There has never been a king with magic.'

Merlin sighed, great he's as stubborn as Arthur. 'But there has been great men with magic. People like Isaac 'the wise', Gilli, th-.'

'And Merlin!' The little boy shouted while his eyes started to shine. That enthusiastic smile touched his heart, how the prince looked so much like Arthur. He remembered the last time he had seen the small prince in front of him, just a few days after his birth, he had held him in his arms. Not long after that Arthur had died and he had left Camelot behind, not able to stay at the place that reminded him of his king.

'Yes... yes, also him.'

The boy, completely forgotten his earlier sadness, jumped up and down in excitement. 'He's incredible, there has never been a greater warlock!'

Merlin cheeks turned slightly red. '...See, magic isn't such a bad thing.'

'Uhh... guess you're right about that... thanks.' The prince's cheeks turned red. 'Thank you.' He replied again.

The raven smiled and rummaged through his bag, pulling a large book out of it and handed it to the prince. 'This one is for you.'

The blond boy blinked as he stared at the item in his hands. 'Why do you give me this... and what is it?'

Merlin laughed. 'It was your birthday a few days ago, right?' He nodded. 'You can see this as an late birthday present, it was mine when I was younger, but it seems that it's of better use to you now'

'A magic book!' The boy said in surprise and Merlin nodded. 'Does that mean you also have magic?'

'Yes.'

'Oh...' Was his only reply, but before any of them could say another thing he felt the presence someone coming towards them, and as he had promised himself before he wouldn't be noticed by anyone... except the prince.

He turned back to the little prince and placed a warm hand on the boy's shoulder. 'I have to go again... I wish you a great future, don't be afraid to live your own life.' He stood up and started to walk away. 'Goodbye.'

'Bye.' The boy said in a small voice.

At the same time a tall blond man walked towards the prince, a man he immediately recognized as the current king, the man he had seen growing up, Arthur's only son. They locked eyes before the warlock turned away, walking away from father and son. He heard the king shout once desperately his name. 'Merlin!' But he ignored it, not able to face Arthur's son.

So he disappeared, he disappeared again.