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Let me start by warning you: I am who I am, and I won’t change myself for any reason. This philosophy includes the retelling of my life events. There is no limit to my word usage and there will not be if the words are true to my life. Now that you have been warned, please allow me to introduce myself; my name is Merlin. I wish I could tell you much more, however, I don’t know much about when I was born. It’s like me asking you; “What did you see when you came out of your mom?” All I can tell you is that I never knew my parents; I grew up in a home with two very nice people. …. Okay, what’s the point of lying? Let me restate that, “I WISH I GREW UP IN A HOME WITH NICE PEOPLE.” No, the people I grew up with were horrible. All they told me about my past was that they found me in a crate, in the middle of grassland. So, I guess that’s your background knowledge. Let’s get into the actual story shall we? I know the perfect place to start too, Logres. I grew up in Logres, oh sorry, forgot, you probably don’t know what the means, huh? Well I grew up in England, a small town in England that I can’t even recall the name of. Yeah, I didn’t know much except my chores when I was growing up. Well, you may call it chores, but I called it slave work. At around 13, I was working for my “owners.” Their names were Sir Grievdile and Lady Isiult. I remember the day I found who I truly was, that I hated. I still do actually, more than any other day.
“Hurry boy, bring my sword,” Grievdile commanded me. “FAST!” he screeched. I dropped the clothes I had in my hand and ran to the weapon case. I pulled out a sword and gave to him.
“Here, sir.” I walked back to the river, when I was shoved to the ground.
“Watch where your going Merlin, you almost stepped on my foot!” Their idiotic son said. Ryan was a lazy, fat, and idiotic child who had no manners what so ever. He did something right along the way however, because King Mark is his descendant. His fat, moronic face jiggling with fat as his head bobbed up and down with pleasure.
I get off the ground slowly and under my breath I murmur, “I wasn’t even near you, you uneducated fat bas-” and my face went plowing into the ground again. “Ouch.”
“Watch how you speak to your superiors you stupid bastard!” Yelled Lady Isiult holding a broom to my head. Anger blazed through my body as I stood up and gave her an evil stare of hatred. I licked the blood off my lower lip as I slowly looked toward her. Her face twitched with disgust and the back of her hand came flying from the broom to leave a nice red mark on my cheek. “How dare you look at me in that manner!” I got up as if nothing happened and walked back to my clothes. I heard the yells of Sir Grievdile hacking at a dummy. I bet that “dummy has more brains than the one hitting it. I picked up the clothes and started scrubbing. Anger was still in my hands as I furiously scrubbed the clothes. Suddenly my head went flying into the big bucket of water. “Don’t break that brush boy!” Isiult said holding her hand up at me. That’s 3 smacks already. I often wondered why I existed if my life was nothing but torture. I rubbed the soapy water out of my eyes and continued scrubbing. My eyes still burned and my head ached from the smacking. I looked around; Isiult was sweeping outside while the Sir and his son were hitting a dummy with a sword. I put the brush and the clothes. I closed my eyes. If only I could get a minute of rest it would be worth it. Nope.
“Get to work you lazy scrub if you want dinner tonight!” Grievdile yelled. I got back to work straight away. After I finished the clothes, I was told to wash the dishes. I rinsed and refilled my big bucket and got to work on the dishes. As I knelt down to start I noticed an owl on a branch in one of the trees outside the window. I had enough knowledge to know that owls were only out at night. This one was plump and had bright yellow eyes. It’s feathers were a light brown that glistened to a mix between brown and yellow in the sun. It turned its head and stared at me. I continued to wash the dishes, and the whole time it sat watching. Apparently I wasn’t the only one to notice, since Ryan threw an acorn at it. It flew away before the acorn could touch it. I went back to my work. Once the dishes were finished I got everything ready for dinner. The only difference today was that Ryan spilled water all over the flow. As I carried the plates to the table I slid and all the dishes fell to the floor and broke with a sharp sound I knew the old lady would here.
“You idiot! One simple task and you can’t do it without screwing up! You can eat on what you have broken rather than on the table.” Isiult screeched. I swept everything into a garbage pail and grabbed other dishes.
Once the time for dinner had come I sat on the floor as I watched everyone else eat. They threw their scraps onto the floor and left the kitchen. I ate what I could before the dog came to share with me. I pet him, as he didn’t mean any harm. He was just forced to live with idiots as much as I was. I began to clean the table when Ryan came in.
“Hello, Merto,” he greeted me.
“It’s Merlin,” I replied.
“Does it really matter? After all you are a slave, no you’re treated worse than one. You’re less of something than dirt. Look at you, your parents abandoned you, you’re good for nothing, you screw up all the time. Tisk tisk. It’s a shame because you can’t even last a minute in a war with your strength.” A bug crawled on the table to eat some of the left over food on one of the plates. “Interesting, how this little fly can eat from a plate and you can’t even do it. I wish I could have been with God when the idea of your being came into his head. I would have had him make you a maggot left in a pile of bull sh-”
“Watch what you say about me you insignificant bug,” I felt power course through my skinny body. I could feel a mix of depression and anger come from the deep trenches in my heart where nothing in my soul had been before. “I will be the greatest man to ever live one day. I will make you into nothing but a fat little piece of dirt scouring the Earth for a wisp of some type of edible material, you moronic baboon!” I yelled as the mister and mistress of the castle came surging into the room. Ryan stared at me in fear. I could feel his actual identity growing smaller and smaller. I looked into the empty void of his eyes to see a reflection of myself as my eyes turned to a bright powerful red, full of hatred and blood lust. I felt something crawl up my skin and my arms moved up with power and fury over my head. I let out a yell and forced my arms away from my body full of furry. A burst of power and energy surged through the great stone castle and forced the three family members through the walls of the castle as it crumbled down around me. In disbelief of the events that just occurred I looked around to see. The only two creatures that were unharmed was the dog and I. Sir Grievdile looked at me with wide eyes and I fled toward the thick of the forest ahead of me past the rubble that I left behind. I went from having a little bit of something to absolutely nothing.