The Lost Prince(Merlin Fanfic)

Chapter 3- My Past and Pain

Merlin POV

"...and then Arthurs brayed like a donkey and all of the Knights started staring at him weirdly."

"That hilarious." Christian laughed. "Are you honestly telling me that you saved Arthur's life that many times and he has absolutely no idea that it was you?!"

"Yes! The oblivious prat. He couldn't tell it was magic if it was staring him in the face. Oh wait. It has." The Belthon Knights and I roared with laughter at my joke.

It had been like this all night. I had shown the Knights their temporary chambers and they dropped their belongings off before we went to explore the castle. We had spent most of our time reminiscing and making up for lost time. I told the stories of my time in Camelot and they told of theirs in Belthon.

About 400 or so escaped being captured that night seven years ago and are currently taking refuge in a pattern of large caves along the Belthon border. They had managed to escape with a few of my families possessions including my mothers ring and my fathers protection band. The band had an enchantment on it that would protect the wearer as long as he had it on him. My father hadn't been wearing it when he had fled so when he sacrificed his life for my'n, when the bandits attacked(2x13), he died.

"Sire-" I raised my I brows at Lance, daring him to recognize his mistake. "Sorry..." he mutters. "It's just why stay here of all places? Here, in Camelot, magic is banned. You could be put to death for simply using it. Isn't it a bit...dangerous?"

I smile, a strange light twinkling in my eyes. "Since when did I play the safe way, Lance? And...it's the perfect cover isn't it? Who wants to bet that a prince warlock such as myself would be caught dead in a place like Camelot. Uncle would never think to look here." The obviousness of the situation seems to dawn in them and then they smile.

"Yah. There is absolutely no way Ramous would even think to look here." The other know gets nod in agreement, but I just clench my fists in anger at the sound of my uncles name. We turn back down the hallway leasing to the Knights gets chambers and I bid them goodnight. I turn to leave, but one of the men that I hadn't recognized earlier speaks up,

"I can see the king in you Merlin. You just have to take that chance." I freeze and turn to face him.

"You think?" I ask.

"Of course. I've known you for little over three hours and I already see the great King and warlock you are destined to be. I know you may have given up on regaining your kingdom long ago, but even in the darkest tunnels, there is always light. You just have to find it." He smiles at me strangely and I catch myself thinking of who this guy really is.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

"Charles. Just Charles." I nod and flee the room as calmly as I can, heading straight for my chambers so I can think in peace.
"Hopefully I won't run into King Prat on the way." I mutter underneath my breath. My wish is not granted however when I hear the familiar yell of my name from across hall.

"Merlin!" Arthur yells.

"Speaking of."

"Shut up Merlin. I need my armor polished, the horses saddled, my chambers cleaned, and my laundry washed. We are setting off tomorrow for Belthon and I want to be prepared."

"How is cleaning your chambers preparing to go to war?" I whine.

"Well...I want a nice clean room to look for to coming back to and I will not allow you of mess it up." I sigh in annoyance as he continues his list of personal needs while my mind wanders astray.

The light in a dark tunnel. The belief I can regain my kingdom. I wonder if I can actually do it...in the end.

"Merlin...Merlin!" Arthur shouts snapping his fingers in front of my face.