Summary: Merlin still felt offended even though he was used to it.
Word count: 150
Author’s notes: this takes place in the pre-canon era. Betaed by jelazakazone. Thank you, bb for taking a look at it this late!
Merlin yelped as a small rock hit the back of his neck. When he turned around the kid yelled 'Sorry' but he didn't look like he meant it. Not one bit. Then he mumbled something that definitely sounded like 'bastard'.
Merlin still felt offended even though he was used to it. Every kid avoided him like he had had the plague. They had heard from their parents that they shouldn't interact with him. Like it had been contagious or something. And that had been before they started suspecting the magic!
Will was his only friend, the only person besides his mom who treated him like a person.
He sometimes pictured himself as someone important, that someday with his magic he'd become someone these stupid kids would look up to. Because he had magic. He was special. But they'd still have something he would never have. A father. A real family.