Blades |Merlin Lost Prince Fanfic|

The Knights from Dragonsbane praised me for my magic when I was nothing but a five year old, watching as I lit things on fire. Made goblets fly with a flash of my eyes, they loved it all. I loved it, everything was so peaceful. From the horses that roamed free to the people who would always be so kindly to give up change to the needy. My father, Balinor, was king until I turned 9, around that age everything changed.

It had been nearly ten years since I made my way to Camelot, within those lousy years I met a prince, fought against sorcerers, slay several different creatures and almost died. Now looking back at that I realized I should've been praised or given credit for at least saving the prince, since he was so blind he probably could walk by a troll and not notice. Yes, I met that as an insult. My name is Merlin, to Arthur I am a prat who trips over everything. Knocking books and breaking plates all because I lost my footing. To the Knights of Dragonsbane I am a champion, a leader, a king. Someone who would never be seen serving another Prince/King. Who would never be seen walking around in rags, but would be praised for his skills, his battle tactics. Now I can say I am not that well with battle tactics, though I am good defeating an opponent with nothing but my magic.

This is my story, the story of a lost prince and his friends.