A/N: Hello. This is my first fanfiction attempt. I just realised how short this chapter is, apparently I write some short chapters :L Please let me know of any grammar or spelling errors, although I did proof read before uploading, but I know my spelling isn't the best. Please review :) Also I use italics for thoughts :)
"Merlin!" Hunith cried, looking at her 6 month old baby boy. Merlin looked back at her, face full of shock at the panicked tone his mother said his name in, and consequently dropped the bowl of vegetable mush he was floating towards him. "Merlin, please don't do that. You might get into to trouble" Hunith said, hugging the boy, whose eyes had filled with tears. Merlin was surprisingly well-developed, being able to crawl, and seeming to understand what she said.
Hunith remembered the first time he used his magic; it was just over a month ago. It had nearly given her a heart attack. She was sat peacefully next to the fire repairing one of her dresses, Merlin in the basket next her. That was when, out of the corner of her eye, Merlin's only toy rolled onto the floor. She had thought nothing of it, merely a gust of wind that she must not had noticed, and placed the cloth doll back onto the table without a second thought. However, the doll was on the floor again, minutes later. Hunith was sure that she had not felt any wind, it was a mild night. Merlin made, what had seemed to be, a frustrated sound, before looking at the doll. Hunith bent down to retrieve the doll, before it moved away from her towards Merlin's basket. She made to reach for the doll again, when it moved away from her grasp again. That was when she saw Merlin's irises change colour. They changed from the normal blue, to gold, and then returned to normal. Hunith was frozen in place with shock, whilst Merlin giggled, obviously impressed with his new game.
Hunith couldn't have believed it. She knew his father, Balinor, had magic and was a dragon lord meaning he could pass on his magic. But magic had to be studied, it needed words. It was certainly not done by a 4 month old. She prayed that it had been the trick of the light, but Merlin continued to bring the doll closer and closer to him, each time giggling with triumph. Hunith's legs gave out on her, leaving her sitting on the floor. This couldn't be happening, she thought, Merlin was a normal boy. He couldn't have magic. But her eyes deceived her thoughts. Merlin was led in his basket, his arms curled around the doll, face full of content.
What was she going to do? She groaned internally, how on earth could she hide this when Merlin couldn't possibly understand it was dangerous. Magic was feared in Ealdor since Balinor had arrived and Uther came after him, hunting him down, despite the fact that Ealdor was in Essetir and not Camelot where magic was suddenly outlawed after the death of the his wife, Ygraine, during child-birth. Uther had become so full of hatred, that any whisper of magic would send him coming. But where could she go? She had spent her whole life in Ealdor, like her parents and their parents before them. She had nowhere to go. She would have to just hide Merlin's secret, teach him not to use it in public. She looked over to Merlin, who was now sleeping in the basket, oblivious to what danger he could put himself into. Sighing, she kissed on the forehead, knowing she would do whatever it would take to keep his secret safe.
Bringing herself back to the present, Merlin was pulling the chair, of course with magic, over to himself in order to support himself to stand up. Sighing, Hunith frowned slightly, but all the same clapped as he pulled himself up. Merlin's smile melted her heart, like it always did, and she forgot all her worries about his magic for a moment as she smiled back.