Hello! It's me, Blue Turtle of AWESOMENESS, here with yet another story. This selection of drabbles will be all about Merlin as a child and before Camelot, but not in chronological order, so this first story is set when he is six years old, but the next story might be set when he's ten, or three. anyway, I hope you enjoy them! Review and let me know any requests you may have.
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"Mummy! Mummy!"
"Hello, dear. Where's Daniel and Will?"
"Danny was mean to me mummy. He said...he said my daddy was a horrible old man. Will pinched him on his nose. Then Danny's daddy came and smacked Will, and told me to go away." Hunith watched sadly as her little boy burst into tears. She put down her bucket of water, and embraced him. For a six year old, he was small and skinny, and wore baggy clothes and a bare little neck. He had stunningly blue eyes and very pale skin, with raven black hair.
"Danny was a very bad boy to you, Merlin. Your daddy was a very kind man, and Danny didn't know him. I will talk to his daddy." She kept quiet the fury she was feeling. He beamed his adorable goofy grin, and she brushed his hair behind his ears - an adorable feature on their own - and kissed him on his forehead.
"Be careful, mummy," he said earnestly. Hunith felt proud. He was a very intelligent child, and some villagers thought him odd. To her, Merlin was perfect.
She walked briskly over to Daniel's house. His father as outside. In her opinion, Daniel was a spoilt brat, who too, advantage over her son. He had a stocky build. A piggy face. But Merlin was kind, and had seen he had no friends, and had played with him. Hunnith liked Will so much more. He was cheeky and outgoing, and helped boost Merlin's confidence.
She stormed into their garden, and called over Dan's father.
"Gregour Stefansi!"
"Hunith! I wanted a word with you. Your son -"
"No, Gregour, your son is the issue. He has just bullied Merlin. He mentioned that his father was a horrible old man. The boy never knew his father! How dare Daniel say such things to a young boy!" she stormed. Gregour looked taken aback, but then got angry.
"Your son is the bastard of the village. He is odd, Hunith," he vented. Hunith glared evilly.
"How. Dare. You," she growled. "My son is very. Intelligent. More intelligent than you."
"Intelligence? You call it intelligence? Wisdom?" Gregour sneered. Hunith was about to say something, when Merlin ran up to Hunith.
"Mummy! Mummy, look! There's a butterfly in my hands, mummy!" he giggled. Hunith and Gregour stared. There, in the boy's hand, was an astonishing purple butterfly.
"Oh, darling! Where did you find it?" Hunith gasped. Merlin observed the creature lovingly.
"It was flying in the sky, like a bird. Then, it landed on my finger! So I let it crawl into my hand. Now it's staying there mummy. I want you to have it," he enthused.
"Oh darling. Why?" laughed Hunith. Gregour was still staring, gobsmacked that a butterfly would allow itself in the boy's hand, and then the six year old would give such a detailed description.
"Because...because...because it's as con-sid-mer-at as you," he said, blushing. Hunith laughed.
"Considerate, dear."
"Con-mid-ser-at," Merlin attempted to repeat. Then he just giggled. "I can't say it! It's a big word. Here..." he said gently, and placed the butterfly on Hunith's nose. She laughed.
The butterfly spread it's wings and flew away. Merlin laughed again, and chased after it.
"I think I proved my point, Gregour. He's a clever boy. Kind. Considerate. Unlike Daniel. Daniel probably would kill a butterfly. Wouldn't you agree?" Hunith smirked.
Gregour's face darkened, and he went back inside.
"Merlin!"
"Coming, Arthur..."
"Have an apple," the king said, and tossed one into Merlin's hand. "You're skinny enough as it is."
"Why, that's very conmidserat...considermat..."
"Considerate?" Arthur prompted, amused. Merlin laughed.
"I've never been able to say that word."
They both burst out laughing, when all of a sudden, Arthur hushed him and pointed to the bushes.
"Look at that!" he whispered. Merlin's jaw dropped.
On a leaf was a beautiful butterfly. A beautiful purple butterfly.
It spread its wings and flew to Merlin, where it landed on his finger. Merlin stared at it, a smile spreading on his face.
"Ah, Merlin...playing with the pretty butterfly?" Arthur teased.
The butterfly crawled into Merlin's palm, and stayed a while, before flying into the sky.
Merlin watched it, awed. Arthur watched Merlin. "What is it?" he questioned.
"Nothing..just childhood memories..."
They carried on through the forest. The butterfly zoomed off into the heavens, flapping its lilac wings and disappearing in a shower of golden rain.
A cute little story there (I hope!) with a strange twist at the end. Go butterflies! Have you ever seen a purple one? I don't think I have.
Anyway, I'll update sometime, so until then...
BToA xxxxxxx