There had been far too many successful raids this month! The worst part was that they hadn't a clue who was doing it. Not even a trace of evidence!

The only thing anyone knew was that when the raiders went into action, everyone there ment to protect would fall asleep instantly.

Many had discussed with Uther where they believed the next raid to be. Although it seemed that the raiders had been going in a line straight to Camelot.

Now it was up to Arthur to stop them before the raiders got too bold. He was waiting in a village near to Camelot, where the next supposed raid would take place. They had been there waiting for a while, yet no signs of a raid were anywhere in sight. So they waited longer.

Most knights were getting into their bedrolls. Arthur was quite tired as well but nature called, and he headed off in a random direction.

Even with all the things he was gifted due to his status, Arthur still felt deprived of one thing. A true friend. That was all he wanted. Someone who didn't treat him differently just because of his title. A person he could truly trust and trusted him back.

Arthur knew it wouldn't happen any time soon, yet he still wished upon that one star that Leon had called a wishing star. It would supposedly grant wishes if you were desperate enough.

On the other side of the camp, a black haired, large eared boy had wished on the same star. He had wished to have someone with a kind heart to be loyal to. Not these bandits that threatened his mother if he didn't help them. Once they had followed through with their threats. It was his fault his little brother Yorin had died. Following orders kept him, and his mother alive.

"Boy! Come here." Sith called.

"Yes?"

"It's time to put the plan into action. You're in the third row. Do your thing kid." Sith was the boss. He had banded together a group of Men who fought mercilessly, and claimed handsome amounts of money.

When Sith found the little boy who could use magic in the blink of an eye, he knew he would be extremely valuable. The boy had become the reason their group was so successful. Sith got him a few spell books to keep him occupied and to prepare him for oncoming raids.

Although Sith still wasn't sure of the boy's name. He simply wouldn't tell. Most referred to him as 'boy' or 'gold eyes'. Some referred to him as 'retard' or 'fool'. He couldn't care less. If the boy didn't want to tell, he didn't have to. As long as he helped in raids. Sith could tell the boy found pride, and power in others not knowing his name, but once again, he didn't care.

"NOW!" Sith screamed causing forty men to attack the group of forty knights. Camelot knights. They were out of Cendred's kingdom. Magic was outlawed here. The boy knew he still had his job to do.

Mumbling a few words under his breath, making all the knights fall. Putting them into a long pleasant sleep. The boy always gave them good dreams, even if it took more energy than necessary.

Today was the day. His plan had been fully thought through. his mother should have received the letter and went into hiding. He muttered another spell that he had figured out himself without books or people to teach him. He'd simply muttered the words and found himself invisible for a day. He hadn't considered the large men that usually swerved around him.

When the men left, a trampled invisible boy was left behind. With his injuries, he wouldn't be able to hold the spell much longer. With all his will power he kept the magic focused on the spell and not on healing himself. He heard a few foot steps but paid it no mind. They couldn't find him right now anyway. His plan had missed a simple factor, and was going downhill extremely fast. He brought his thoughts back to maintaining the spell and keeping himself invisible for a while. That is until he lost control from unconsciousness.

When Arthur came back from his mini hike, he found all the knights sleeping. Every single one. Stepping towards Leon, he remembered how light a sleeper he was. If Arthur shifted in his bed roll Leon would jump up with his hand on his sword. Surely Arthur's foot steps would have awoken him by now?

Shaking Leon was useless. Cold water didn't seem to help either, and screaming in people's ears simply made them groan. He had tried these on multiple knights to no avail.

Out of the corner of Arthur's eye he saw movement of some sort. A kind of flickering. He turned, and found a bloodied boy laying in an uncomfortable position. Arthur had never seen this boy before so he couldn't be from his camp. There was too much blood surrounding him for him to possibly be alive. He wore peasant's clothing, and his facial expression made it look like his last seconds had been painful. One of his high cheekbones looked broken and out of place.

This boy seemed strange to Arthur. He couldn't figure out why.

Snap. Arthur jumped away. CRACK.... POP. CLICK, CLACK.

The boy's body began to piece itself back together. Just like magic. No spells were performed, and it did not bring death to others as his father said.

Even with Uther as a father, Arthur still sided with Morgana. Magic didn't seem evil, and a man's death is never a reason to celebrate, but his father's opinions still had slightly biased him.

"AHHHH!" The boy suddenly sat up. Pale as Arthur's white bed sheets, eyes blue as the sky, but his eyes and face showed clear pain as his bones continued to snap back into place. When it was finished he started sobbing. He'd been through too much pain, yet he still could not die. He learned of his curse not long after Sith took him in. At just seven summers he'd tried cutting, drowning, burning, and he'd even impaled himself. There was no way out.

Then he noticed the man watching him. Staring at him.

"Can I... Help... Somehow?" The blue eyed blond had asked the year stained dark haired beauty.

"A prat like you would make it worse." The boy told. Seeing the shocked look on the red head's face, he began to laugh. "What's your name?" The boy asked.

"Arthur. Whats yours?"

"I only tell my friends. I don't know if you count yet." An smug grin fell on the boy's face.

"Well I'm going to call you idiot until you tell your name." There was also an amused grin on Arthur's face. Then it got more serious. "So you have magic then?"

The boy looked down. "You're not going to kill me are you?" Now his voice sounded broken and saddened. "A knight of Camelot..."

"NO! Definitely not."

The boy's eyes were back on Arthur. "You're-you're not?"

"I won't I promise you idiot." Arthur's words brought a grin to Merlin's face. "Where did you first learn how to use magic?" Arthur hadn't learned much about Sorcerers over the years. He was curious and couldn't help disregarding his father's words. All he knew was that they were supposedly evil, but the boy in front of him most definitely was not evil.

"I was born with it." He paused. "Unlucky me." He murmured the last part so Arthur wouldn't catch it. Apparently Arthur had better hearing then the boy had thought.

"How is that possible? I thought people had to practice it to get it? And why is it a bad thing?" Arthur asked.

The boy looked Arthur in the eye, and looked back down. He was fiddling with his fingers. "Well I guess not everyone is like that. Whys it a bad thing? Oh I don't know, maybe it's the fact that people took advantage of me at a young age, and forced me to help them steal. If I didn't, they would murder my family." He whispered with tears in his eyes.

"Wait... You did this?" Arthur pointed at all the sleeping men. The boy nodded not looking at Arthur. "You must be pretty powerful." This had not been the reaction that the boy had been expecting. He'd prepared himself to be stabbed in the stomach by Arthur.

"What do you want from me?" A Sharp tone was in the boy's voice.

Arthur seemed taken aback. He paused for a second to think over what he was going to say. "A friend." The black haired boy looked shocked. "Someone who treats me like a normal person. Just as you have."

This caused a few minutes of silence.

"Why don't the knights treat you as just another knight? What makes you so different?"

Arthur looked at him and sighed. "Promise you won't treat me differently?" A nod. " okay... Um, how do I say this... I may sorta be... The Prince? Of Camelot?"

The boy laughed. "Real funny, now the truth."

"Its true!" Arthur cried out. "I am the Prince of Camelot."

The boy's face drained of colour. "So your father is going to kill me... Great." The idea of death didn't scare The boy. Arthur could tell. It seemed he was more afraid of the pain.

"I made you a promise and I plan to not break it."

The boy nodded. "Merlin."

"What? Where?"

He chuckled "you dallop head, my name is Merlin."

"Well Merlin, would you like to come back to Camelot with me and be my manservant? That way we'd see each other often. You'd have to hide your magic, but I could help you." Merlin smiled at the way Arthur had said his name.

"I think so." He answered after thinking on it.

"I'm actually rather tired Merlin, do you know how long it will be until the knights start waking up? I need supervision for sleeping according to my father."

"Not long."

At those words a few knights began to wake.

"C'mon Merlin, let's get some sleep, healing yourself must have exhausted you.

Now in a Bed roll with a friend by his side, he smiled. A friend. He hadn't had one of those in a long time. Arthur. Soon they'd be in Camelot. Merlin had lost the power of no one knowing his name. He didn't care, because he now had a friend.

Thanks to dragoonlord for making an awesome book called 'Rubik's cube Merthur AU' which inspired me to make this chapter. Although mine is a lot less sad.

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